Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(3)

“Like kill our police chief?”

“I know nothing about that,” Blaine said with a grin. “All I heard was that he took off after his wife divorced him. Killed himself, right?”

The gun started to shake in the cop’s hand.

“Brumstead, stand the f*ck down,” a voice bellowed.

The cop stepped back.

In walked another guy. Thick shoulders, dark skin, still wearing sunglasses. A toothpick in his mouth, rolling between his lips. Dressed in an all black uniform, he didn’t need to flash any badge for Blaine to know who it was.

“Christ,” Blaine whispered.

Ethan took his sunglasses off and looked right at Blaine. “So this is what you’ve become, huh?”

“And this is what you’ve become?” Blaine asked.

It felt like a lifetime ago, but it wasn’t that long… when Blaine and Ethan were on the streets, fighting crime, as partners.

***

Blaine sat in the cell with the two women. Beautiful Amber and Danielle.

He stood up and walked to the bars and looked around. There was nobody out there. He knew how this game f*cking worked. It was all bullshit. Ethan must have taken the chief position since Jerry’s tragic suicide. That wasn’t a good thing at all. Ethan was nothing but a dick. He’d been a dick years ago and he must have purposely found his way to rise through the ranks and pick a nice spot to settle.

Right where he could rattle Blaine and the rest of Back Down Devil MC. Their history was going to be served up on a platter for the MC to suffer through.

“Fuck,” Blaine growled and smacked the bars.

“This is bad,” Amber said. “I can’t be in jail.”

Blaine turned and walked back to the bench. He touched Amber’s jaw. “Don’t worry about this. This isn’t jail. It’s a holding cell, beautiful. We’re not going anywhere but home tonight, okay?”

“What’s going to happen with the club? I can’t go home unemployed.”

“Your guy hits you?”

“Sometimes.”

“You shouldn’t let that shit happen,” Blaine said. “If he scares you at all, you call me. I’ll take care of him.”

“You’ll kill him, won’t you? Isn’t that what happened with Jerry?”

“Is that what you think?”

“That’s what we heard,” Danielle said. Blaine looked at the other woman. She hurried and shrugged her shoulders. “There was bad blood there.”

“Outlaw and justice doesn’t get along very well,” Blaine said. “But we all want the same thing, which is to be an outlaw and deal our own justice. They have to serve behind a badge and laws. We serve behind a gavel and the open road.”

“Blaine, I’m scared,” Amber said.

“Don’t be,” Blaine whispered. He bent over and pulled Amber to his lips. He kissed her. “Fuck, that tastes good.”

“Yeah…”

“Want to taste something else?”

“Yeah…”

Blaine pointed to the bench. “Hey, beautiful, stand up.”

Danielle stood up.

Blaine opened his jeans and got on the bench. He leaned all the way back and watched Amber pick up right where she left off. Her mouth trying so desperately to devour him. Blaine thrust a few times watching the reaction on Amber’s face.

Remember… it only hurts for a second, beautiful…

He then reached for Danielle and pulled her close. His hand slid around and cupped her ass. She let out a gasp.

“I need to play,” Blaine whispered.

He used his other hand and peeled Danielle’s panties to the side. He found her secret piercing and his tongue went right for it.

Being in jail wasn’t the worst thing in the world at all…





two.



Jessa had her last patient of the night. Reviewing the files broke her heart a little. Arthritis and cataracts. It was all age, nothing to do with diet or lifestyle. It was just the way time went. Funny how time did that, right? Twenty years ago all Jess wanted was to be grown up. She wanted to drive a car, drink coffee, try a cigarette or two. She wanted to sip fruity drinks and talk to cute guys, like some of those adult shows her mother watched. It seemed so much better to be grown up, you know? You didn’t have to worry about bullies picking on your off-brand shoes or teachers giving out tests that definitely weren’t fair.

Closing the folder, Jessa shook her head. She had to laugh that she was able to remember her own innocence.

That was a long time ago.

She stood up and took the folder with her. Waiting in the room was Brandy.

“How’s my favorite girl?” Jessa asked.

Brandy looked at Jessa and her mouth opened, tongue out, and she smiled. Jessa had never seen a dog smile like Brandy did. Even if she couldn’t see very well or walk very well, the dog had quite the outlook on life.

Jessa crouched down to Brandy’s level and pet her.

Her owners, a lovely couple named Jim and Brenda, were forever concerned about what to do next. Brandy had been a present for Jim from Santa when he was just twelve years old. Brandy had just celebrated her nineteenth birthday, which was quite amazing to see. In dog years, Brandy was one-hundred-and-thirty-three years old.