Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(57)

When it did, he pulled to the left and rode up alongside the car. Behind him, Erik took to the right. Landon was on the trunk. Gaige flew up by Blaine and positioned himself in front of the car, effectively boxing it in.

The driver was an older man, wearing a black baseball cap, a cigarette between his lips. When he got boxed in, he looked at Blaine and showed his teeth. The guy cut the wheel to the left, trying to hit Blaine.

Blaine wasn’t in the mood to play f*cking games. He took out his gun and shot.

The car moved to the right, off the road. Blaine shot out the back tire and the car skidded. They worked together and got the guy to stop the car. He then grabbed at his shoulder as Blaine opened the door. He grabbed the guy by the neck and threw him to the ground.

He stepped on the guy’s shoulder, making him scream.

“Fucking *,” Blaine said. “You running with Vin?”

“Fuck you,” the man growled.

“Lift his shirt,” Blaine said to Erik.

Erik grabbed the bottom of the guy’s shirt and lifted it up. There were black spots all over his body. They were covered up tats. From all the crews he had worked with.

There was a fresh tat on his flabby skin, left side of his ribs.

Eight Under.

“Goddammit,” Erik said.

“Pop the trunk,” Miller said.

The trunk popped open when Landon pulled the lever in the car. Blaine watched it open and saw the look on Gaige’s face.

“Holy f*ck,” Gaige said.

“Guns?” Blaine asked.

“No. Women.”

Blaine rushed to the back of the car and did a double take. There were three women in the trunk. Strippers. All three of them Blaine recognized. They were alive. Their hands tied, mouths taped.

Blaine hurried to free the women. He helped them out of the trunk. They all clung to him, the smell of the fruity and sexy perfume shooting straight up his nose.

“What the hell happened?” he asked Amber.

She blinked fast. “They attacked the club.”

“Police?” Miller asked.

“No,” Amber said. “Bikers. Back door. They just stood there. Then a guy in a suit ordered the three of us to come with him. He tied us up and put us in the trunk.”

“Jesus Christ,” Blaine said. He touched Amber’s face. “I’m so sorry, beautiful.”

Danielle grabbed at Blaine’s arm. “You saved us. You protected us.”

He looked at the women and knew what his reward was going to be. He could fill every hole for hours on these women and they would still be begging for more. Saving them meant never a need to pay for them again. Tits, ass, *, all for the taking.

Blaine stepped back. He put a hand to Amber’s flat stomach. “Just hang here. We’ll get you a ride back.”

“Then I’m going to ride you,” Amber said.

“And I’ll ride your face,” Danielle said. “You love that, right?”

Blaine turned and shook his head. Could romance take care of all temptation? Because it seemed to be happening.

“Runner!” Gaige yelled.

Blaine spun and saw the driver on his feet, trying to run. He lifted his gun and shot once, hitting the guy in the neck. His head snapped to the left, his legs stumbled like goo to the right, and then he was on the ground, dead.

“Fuck!” Miller growled. “We needed information, Blaine.”

Blaine didn’t give a shit.

“Wait a second,” Landon said. “We have something here.”

There was a piece of paper on the passenger seat of the car. It was a scribbled note, like a reminder.

Three girls. Rust car. North to the dessert. BDD ties.

“He wrote down his orders,” Gaige said.

“Fuck,” Blaine said. “I shouldn’t have shot him. I’m so sorry, guys. Those strippers… that *… my head and heart…”

“Jesus,” Miller said. “You’re falling in love with Jessa.”

“How touching,” Erik said.

“Wait,” Gaige said. “Look at this.”

On the back of the paper was another handwritten note.

Brown wagon. From the south. Cash under the seat. Guns in the trunk. Dress casual.

“He was the runner for the guns,” Miller said.

Everyone fell silent.

Blaine rubbed his chin. “That means the car will be just waiting there. From the south.”

“What do we do?” Nate asked.

“Steal the car,” Miller said. “Cash and guns. Cartel will have different drop points. The car moves, stops, drops the cash. Then it keeps moving. We get the car and just drive it away. Then we have Vin by the balls. He’ll have to face the cartel on his own.”

“And this mess?” Gaige asked.

“Bury the guy. Hide the car.” Miller looked back at the women. “Call a prospect to get these strippers a ride back. We have to go to the strip club and settle this.”

“You going to be able to handle that?” Gaige asked Blaine.

“Fuck me,” Blaine groaned.

Miller slapped Blaine on the back. “Let’s go, brother. The first time you’ll ever come and go from a strip club and smell like * and hand lotion.”

Everyone laughed.