Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(43)

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?”

Blaine smiled. “Her name is Jessa. She’s my family now, Miller. She’s my only family.”

“Not your only,” Miller said. “We’re all a family. A bunch of dysfunctional * outlaws.”

Blaine nodded and broke away.

A minute later he led the charge out of the clubhouse, Jessa’s arms around his body, three motorcycles following him.

It was time to make sure the world understood that Jessa was his… and his only.

***

It was some fancy ass corporate apartment building. The kind with new bricks but built to make the place look vintage. As though the building had been standing for two hundred years when it was probably built a decade ago for *s like this Mike guy. The cars in the lot were all expensive cars. The entire scene just pissed Blaine off even more.

They weren’t that far out of Frelen either. That meant Jessa had lingered around the area. She could have split after the murders and really started over. But she didn’t. She stayed. And now she was pregnant.

When Jessa pointed, Blaine waved a hand and signaled the guys. He ordered the prospects to watch the front and call if anyone was coming or anything happened. Blaine grabbed Jessa’s hand and kept her close.

“This is for you,” he whispered. “Stand up to this prick. You’re the mother of my child, sweetheart. I need you strong.”

“I am strong.”

“Good,” Blaine said.

He then pounded a fist on the door and stepped back.

It opened a second later and a tall, clean cut, pretty boy stood there with a white shirt halfway undone.

“Hey,” he said, staring at Jessa.

Blaine and Trev hung to the side where Mike couldn’t see.

“You can’t text me like that anymore,” Jessa said. “Ever.”

“What?”

“You heard me, Mike. You’re… you use people. You’re never going to use me again.”

Mike laughed. “Is this one of those roleplaying games? You want that? You want to resist so I get rough? That’s fine by me.”

Blaine saw Mike reach for Jessa’s hair.

He snapped.

Blaine took out his gun and jammed it into Mike’s gut.

“Shit,” Trev said.

“Help!” Mike screamed.

“I’m going to f*cking…” Blaine couldn’t speak.

Trev lunged forward and pushed everyone into the apartment and hurried to shut the door.

“You talk to her like that?” Blaine asked.

“Who the f*ck are you?” Mike asked.

Blaine punched with his left hand, hitting Mike in the nose. Then he swung his gun and cracked Mike against his jaw. Mike stumbled back against the wall. Blaine then went to town, taking Mike to the ground with hit after hit with his gun.

He only stopped when Trev grabbed his arms and pulled him away.

Blaine was still swinging and cursing.

Mike was huddled up on the floor, crying.

“Tell him,” Blaine said to Jessa. “Tell him again.”

“You don’t ever contact me again,” she said. “Got it?”

Mike looked at her, blood all over his face. “Yes. Yes…”

“Now give me the cell,” Blaine said as he pulled away from Trev.

“Blaine,” Trev said. “Think about…”

Blaine looked at Trev. “You have my back, brother?”

“Always,” Trev said.

“Good. Then take this pants off.”

“What?”

“I’m putting that cell phone someplace he’ll never forget.” Blaine crouched and grabbed Mike by the hair. “You think you’re rich and tough? It’s your turn to get f*cked.”

Blaine didn’t need to say it again.

He and Trev went to work as Jessa stood at the door, her eyes wide, jaw dropped.

Sometimes Blaine believed there was a sickness somewhere in his head. But when he satisfied the sickness and had good reason, what the hell did it matter? Jessa was family. She was carrying Blaine’s baby. Anyone who messed with her - past, present, future - was going to feel pain.

“Christ,” Trev said. “I might throw up.”

“I can’t wait to see how he gets that out,” Blaine said. “And then who he texts… you think it’s texting someone right now?”

“We have to go,” Jessa said. “This is…”

Blaine looked at Jessa. Her face was stone white.

“What is it?” Blaine asked.

“Luke,” Jessa whispered.

Luke? Who the f*ck was Luke?

Blaine turned and realized just who Luke was.

The other guy. The friend. The one who was there with Mike so they could double team Jessa.

And Luke had a gun. His finger on the trigger.

Blaine couldn’t get to Jessa fast enough before the gun went off.

***

Blaine saw Trev get in front of the bullet. Trev’s left shoulder flew back and sent him spinning. Trev fell to one knee and screamed. Blaine took out his gun and wanted to blow the f*cking guy away but a little voice in his mind told him to think bigger. The one flaw he always had in the MC.

Think bigger.

Bullets and bodies meant eyes on the MC.