Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(47)

“Shit,” Jessa said. “Trev was listening?”

“Probably jerking off to you moaning,” Blaine said.

Jessa gasped. “That’s…”

“That’s sexy as f*ck.” Blaine leaned down and kissed her. “But now I’m going to have to kill him for listening.”

Blaine moved from her body and went to the door. Jessa hurried to collect her clothes and ran to the bathroom. She used the bathroom, got dressed, and went to the door.

She heard Blaine and Trev talking.

“When?” Blaine asked.

“An hour ago. A clear message, bro. Two prospects…”

“Cut out their eyes?” Blaine asked.

“Yeah. That’s hardcore.”

“That’s Vin running it. He’s letting them push.”

Jessa felt her heart pounding.

Vin? He killed Back Down Devil MC prospects?

“Miller is pissed,” Trev said. “Wants us at the table.”

“Is… Jessa safe?”

“He doesn’t blame her. Or you. But he wants you to do something.”

“What?” Blaine asked.

“He wants you to prove your loyalty.”

“I gave up my cut already. I let you guys vote.”

“You have to do this, Blaine. Get Jessa and let’s ride. Don’t * out on us, man. Not because of a woman.”

Jessa stepped away from the door. She touched her stomach and covered her mouth. She wanted to cry. She wanted to throw up.

What’s happening next?





twenty-three.



The first thing they did was bury the prospects. All things considered, it was the least they could do for the guys. One of the prospects had been the guy Blaine punched. He stood there and stared into the hole and shook his head, wishing the guy could have done more. Or maybe he had done all he could. Christ, they were ambushed and had their eyes cut out.

A sign from Eight Under and a sign from Vin.

Vin loved old school gangster stuff like that. He loved to take body parts and tell stories with them. The eyes meant sight. Meaning Vin was watching. Meaning that Back Down Devil MC has no eyes. They had no sight.

Miller went into protection mode, shutting the clubhouse down, including keeping Ella and Beck safe. Rightfully so.

Blaine felt it too. Each time he saw Jessa, his stomach flipped as he thought about the life growing inside her. Meeting at the table left the guys scrambling to work out the logistics of their gun move and debated on how to keep hell out of Frelen. By staying silent and in the clubhouse, they hoped to show their message that they weren’t going to act fast.

Each time Blaine sat at the table, he thought to himself… think bigger. It nagged at him. Thinking bigger than himself, his dick, the club, Jessa, everything. It wasn’t easy to do.

“So, when do we attack?” Shay asked.

The table was full but quiet. It was dark outside. Another day had wasted away.

“They’re pushing hard,” Nate said. “I made a few calls and they’re dealing heavy. Frelen isn’t safe.”

“And we have Ethan up our ass,” Jace said.

“Literally,” Trev said. “He’s got guys parked out back.”

Blaine watched the conversation unfold.

Of course Ethan found out about the prospects’ murders. There was no case though because why would Ethan give a shit about the MC? He only cared if and when the MC retaliated.

“We’re doing the right thing here,” Blaine said. “Waiting. It’s driving Vin nuts. The longer we wait the more paranoid he’ll get.”

“That still doesn’t give us a plan,” Shay said.

“We already talked,” Blaine said. “We go for the guns. Their shipment. We take it. Cut them off.”

“That’s suicide,” Landon said. “You’re f*cking with the cartel then.”

“We get the guns,” Blaine said. “And we get Vin. Godammmit, the only way to stop him is to get him.”

“Blaine is right,” Miller said. “We can figure out how to do this. It’s going to take planning and some serious distractions.”

“We can work it out,” Gaige said. “But there’s information being passed. I don’t like it. We were set up more than once.”

Gaige looked at Blaine.

“Why the f*ck are you looking at me?” Blaine asked.

“Nothing.”

“You got something you want to say, Gaige? Clear the air, brother. Come on. Clear the f*cking air.”

“Let’s clear the table,” Miller said. “Too much thinking leads to overthinking.”

“Aye,” Shay said. “I agree. Nothing like a little whiskey and * to clear your mind.”

“How about some good news?” Miller said. He reached and squeezed Blaine’s shoulder.

Blaine raised an eyebrow.

“Tell them,” Miller said.

“Tell us what?” Erik asked.

“Someone pop your cherry, Blaine?” Nate asked.

“No,” Blaine said. “That was done a long time ago. This stripper with really long fingers. She got way up there…”

“Ah, shit,” Gaige said. “Do I have to listen to this?”