Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(44)

Blaine ran toward Luke but he didn’t shoot.

“Drop the gun!” Blaine ordered.

“I shot someone,” Luke said. “Jesus Christ.”

The gun fell from Luke’s hand.

Blaine hit Luke in the face, taking him down.

“Are you okay, brother?” Blaine yelled to Trev.

“Yeah,” Trev said. “Just a bullet in my shoulder.”

“We really need to go,” Jessa said, sounding like the truest voice of reason.

“Not yet,” Trev said. He got to his feet. Blood seeped through his shoulder, shirt, dripping down his arm.

“What do you want to do here?” Blaine asked.

“Shove the gun up his ass,” Trev said.

“You’re as sick as me, brother.”

“Shut up and do it,” Trev said.

Blaine grabbed Trev. “Thank you. You saved my…” My child. “… my woman. You saved her.”

Trev winced. “I got a bullet in me. Got a solution for that?”

Blaine looked at Jessa and nodded. “Actually I do.”

He slipped away from Trev as Trev started to order Luke to drop his pants.

“Sweetheart,” Blaine said. “Oh, f*ck, sweetheart.”

Jessa’s eyes were filled with tears.

“No crying. He’ll never hurt you again. Nobody will. But I need you to do something for me.”

“What?”

“You have to get that bullet out of Trev. Your office is nearby, right?”

“Blaine…”

“He can’t make the ride back. He can’t go to a hospital either.”

Jessa’s lips quivered. “What did I get myself into?”

Blaine brushed his lips to hers. “Everything you ever wanted, needed, and fantasize about.”

Before Blaine could kiss Jessa, the apartment filled with screams and Trev took care of the man who shot him.





twenty-two.



Jessa snuck in through the backdoor. There was nobody there.

Thankfully.

She knew where the security cameras were - all of them at the front of the building. At the main storage closet where all the drugs were. Where the money was.

“Here,” she said. “The last exam room. Okay?”

Jessa couldn’t wrap her mind around it. Trev had his arm around Blaine’s shoulder. Trev’s face looked a little white. He was losing too much blood. The bullet needed to come out and Jessa needed to stitch him up. That was the only way to save Trev. It wasn’t exactly life threatening but since Trev and Blaine refused to go to a hospital…

“Get on the table,” Jessa said.

“Look at that thing,” Trev said. “It’s half my size.”

“It’s for a f*cking dog,” Jessa said. “Not a biker.”

Blaine laughed. “Here. Put your back on it.” Blaine rolled a chair to the end of the table. “Put your feet here.”

It was all happening so fast.

Trev took off his leather cut and his shirt. He was ripped with muscles and tattoos. The tattoos were scattered and random. They were absolutely terrifying. Everything from religious tats to skulls with snakes coming out of the eye sockets.

Jessa stared and froze.

“Hey,” Blaine said. “What’s…”

She looked at Blaine. “I haven’t… a person… not since…”

“Shit,” Blaine said and ran a hand through his hair. “Shit. Then I’ll do it. Guide me.”

“He should be numb,” Jessa said. “But if we knock him out, he can’t ride.”

“Then give me something local,” Trev said. “Or just hurry up and f*cking do it.”

Blaine touched Jessa’s shoulders. “I can’t let him go to a hospital. Trev runs with a different kind of crew, sweetheart. He’s patched in with us, in Frelen. But he used to run with the Lost Men. He’s wanted in a dozen states.”

“Fourteen,” Trev said. “Had a little run in back on the east coast a couple years back. Led a chase from North Carolina to South Carolina. Got away though. Hey, how about this f*cking bullet in my arm.”

“Okay,” Jessa said. “I’ll do it. I can’t promise…”

“Jesus,” Trev growled. “You’re not getting paid for this. I’m not judging you.”

Jessa went to work. She gathered up supplies and a local for Trev’s shoulder. In her mind, however, all she saw was herself sitting on the floor with her baby. The baby staring at her, smiling.

Let me tell you the romantic story of how I took a bullet out of your Daddy’s friend’s shoulder. Yeah, some men take the mothers of their baby out to dinner. Buy them flowers. Hold their hands. Not your Daddy. No way. It was far more romantic to see weapons, gunshot wounds, blood, and death…

The second Jessa started to work on Trev, she shook with fear. The bullet wound was clean and the bullet was right there. She refused to look at Trev’s face and she refused to talk about a thing. Her focus was on his shoulder, trying to force her mind to pretend that Trev was an animal.

Well, he was. They were all animals. They were outlaws.

Jessa sucked in a breath and jammed a pair of tweezers into the wound. She held her breath and felt the bullet. Trev hissed and his body flexed. Blood gushed for a few seconds as Jessa slowly took the bullet out.