Steel Temptation (Back Down Devil MC #6)(46)

Mia took notice how he kept going to those with legal power. Those who could access weapons. He would bend down, say something, shake hands, and then they’d slip away. To Mia it looked like her uncle was planning some kind of attack.

Against Back Down Devil?

Maybe Uncle Jake could do something… bring in some kind of army and just attack. They could level the MC’s clubhouse, kill members, take the rest into prison, and nobody would give a shit. That was the sad part. The scary part.

Maybe it was the right thing to do.

Nate had admitted his past…

“Drink!”

Mia turned and let out a gasp. The doors were opened. Four men stood there holding shotguns. They were in leather cuts. They were a MC.

But it wasn’t Back Down Devil MC.

The four men with shotguns stepped to the side and five more guys came in. They were huge men. Thick with muscle that looked impossible to be real. All with short, spiked hair, veins pulsing, rage flooding the room.

“I said DRINK!” a voice boomed.

It was Uncle Jake.

Mia hesitated again and suddenly Star passed her by, a tray of drinks in her hand. Her breasts bounced so perfectly and flirty as she approached the bikers.

When Mia blinked, she studied their leather cuts.

They were Coast Road MC.

They were the guys who attacked Nate. They were connected to Uncle Jake and the chief of police in Frelen.

Holy shit.

“There they are,” Uncle Jake said as he walked to them. He put his cigar on a poker table and left it there. “The muscle behind it all. The brains. The truth. The honesty.”

“Shut up,” one of the guys said. “I’m staring at shots and tits.”

“What do you like better?” Star asked.

The guy then looked at Mia and grinned. A silver tooth flickered at her. “I want that one. So little. I could break her in seconds.”

Mia stepped back.

“That’s, uh, my niece,” Uncle Jake said. “She helps here…”

“Good,” the guy said. He grabbed a shot and took it. “She’s free game then. Ain’t that right, sweet thing?”

Sweet thing…?

Mia held an empty drink tray in her hand. For each step she took back, the guy took two toward her. For a second, she moved her eyes to Uncle Jake. She waited for him to do something for her. To help her and save her, like he always did during the poker games. This time, he just stood there. Like he was content with what was happening right now.

A little smirk climbed across his face. It left Mia feeling more trapped than ever.

She bumped into a table and spun around, apologizing for almost spilling a drink. The man at the table had jumped back. He groaned and quickly adjusted his tie. He looked miserable.

Mia felt something behind her. Pressing to her.

A hand touched her shoulder, then fingers spread across her throat. “Hey, sweet thing. Don’t go running on me. I love a chase. Makes the f*ck even better.”

“You’re not f*cking me,” Mia said. “I promise you that.”

The Coast Road guy laughed. “You can’t fight your way from me. I’ll devour you. Let’s just go to the back for a little bit. I’ll make you crawl away… begging for more… crying your eyes out…”

Mia wiggled and pushed back. She was able to turn but not get away. The Coast Road guy was still right there. Mia had the drink tray up, almost like a shield to her chest. The guy’s eyes were dark, maybe evil, maybe just fake because of all his fake muscles bulging everywhere. Nothing like the muscle Nate had. The muscle Nate had was earned, natural, real.

“Back away from me,” Mia said.

“Hey, hey,” the Coast Road guy said. He stepped back and put his hands up a little. “It’s all good. Don’t worry, sweet thing. I won’t hurt you… on purpose. I can’t promise what happens when the beast comes out.”

“The beast…”

It was pathetic listening to this.

Yet nobody was helping. Half the people were already back to their f*cking poker games. Uncle Jake stood there with his arms crossed.

“The beast,” the guy said and cupped between his legs.

He took another step and Mia lost it. Before she could stop herself Mia was moving the drink tray. It came up and smacked the guy at his chin. His head snapped back. Mia then brought the tray back and slapped the guy across the face. He turned and grabbed his face. Mia wound up to swing again and the Coast Road guy made a fist and swung it like a hammer, hitting the tray. The tray broke and went flying from Mia’s hands.

The guy then lunged at her, grabbing her by the waist and throwing her. Mia yelled as she was airborne. She hit the poker table, a pain shooting up her ass into her lower back. She tried to reach for anything and stuck her hand into a drink. The drink spilled, everyone at the table was yelling, and Mia rolled back and off the table. Her head hit the floor and she kicked back, fearing whatever the hell was going to happen next.

“Fucking bitch!” the Coast Road guy yelled.

“Whoa,” Uncle Jake said, finally stepping in. “This is a peaceful night, guys. Everyone just take a breath.”

“Fuck that little slut.”

Mia looked up from the poker table.

Uncle Jake put a hand to the guy’s shoulder. “Now that’s my niece you’re talking about. Let’s get a drink and hit the reset button. I’ll have a talk with her. For you. We can make this okay again.”