Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(89)

“True,” Jett said. “Eight Under? Coast Road? Outside that…?”

“We keep our guard up,” Miller said. “Jett, you take care of that thing?”

“Not really, Miller,” Jett admitted.

Miller stood and flexed his fists. “What did I tell you to do? We don’t need…”

“She doesn’t remember a thing,” Jett said, drumming up the same lie Lena had given to him.

“What?” Gaige asked. “Is this about that woman?”

“Yeah,” Jett said. “She’s connected though, okay? There’s something there. If I take her to the police, what happens? There’s blood on her shirt. There was blood on my ride. It’s…”

“Why’d you bring her back here?” Griffin asked.

Jett looked at Griffin. “I didn’t know if it was a sign or not, having her on my ride. And I couldn’t dump her because cops were on the way. Do I need to f*cking explain this again?”

“Maybe you do,” Miller said. “Since I gave you an order…”

“She doesn’t remember a thing,” Jett said.

“She’s faking,” Gaige said. “Simple move.”

Jett curled his lip. “Whatever, man. I’m just trying to help her. I’m trying to keep heat off the club. If I throw her out there…”

“You’re hitting it,” Griffin it. “That’s what it is. You’re hitting it hard.”

“Fuck off,” Jett said.

“So what are you going to do?” Miller asked. “Keep her in the bed? Let her regain her memory? Then what? Save her?”

“If she’s here and she’s connected, then we may have some more eyes on us.”

“Fuck,” Gaige whispered.

Jett stood defiant. “Let me handle this.”

“You want it, you got it,” Miller said. “But if anything happens, Jett…”

Jett turned and walked to the bar. He didn’t need to hear anything else. If Lena was going to crash for a little while, it left Jett feeling okay. It left him hopeful; something he hadn’t felt in a long time.





eight.



Lena dried her hair and pulled her hair to one side of her head. She wiped the mirror with her hand and looked at herself. Her body was still tingling because of Jett. Her toes were slightly curled, thinking about stuff that didn’t matter. Stuff like being able to f*ck Jett all the time. Stuff like him and her going out, and her climbing on the back of his motorcycle, and going for a ride together. Maybe to the beach. Maybe for something to eat. Maybe to find a ridge somewhere and just sit and waste time.

But their lives would never allow it.

It was obvious the entire club was on some kind of edge. Lena had picked that up several times so far since her arrival. The guys were in constant movement, sometimes talking, sometimes yelling. They were drinking, forceful partying, f*cking anything with a *, and always coming and going. They were preparing for something big and something dangerous. All of it made Lena feel more uneasy than she normally did. Because she didn’t belong here.

Jett told her he had convinced the President - Miller - and the rest of the guys that she couldn’t remember anything. It made the whole Blaine looking up her shirt thing worth while because he was able to vouch for it.

The one thing about lying that Lena learned was that as fun as it seemed, it was a terrible burden. It was too much memorizing. Too much to think about and too much to carry all the damn time. Plus, what did it matter if she was here? When Victor wanted her, he’d get her. If Victor was already dead and the family blamed Lena, an army would be sent out to find her. Ultimately, she was putting everyone in Back Down Devil MC in danger.

Which left one choice.

Run.

Fucking run like hell.

Sneak out the way Jett had showed her and then make a run for it. She knew how to steal a car, thanks to Victor. She could even steal a motorcycle, but she didn’t want to do that to the MC.

Lena dressed in the same jeans and dug through Jett’s bag for a fresh shirt. All of his shirts were huge on her. The closet in the room had something a little more comfortable and it made Lena wonder just how in the hell clothes ended up in a random room in a MC clubhouse. Either way it was better than wearing a bloody shirt.

She dug in Jett’s bag again and was able to find an empty envelope and a pencil. She quickly scribbled a note to Jett. Maybe she shouldn’t have even bothered with this much, but she f*cking hated this. In her heart, she really wondered if she and Jett could have… been something.



Jett -



I can’t hurt you the way they all want to hurt me. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for reminding me what it feels like to be alive. To be looked at. To feel like I matter. But your life matters more than anything with me. Please be safe. Don’t look for me. I’ll be fine. And if I’m not fine, pretend I am.



Lena



Frowning, Lena put the note on the bed and hurried to the door. Any thoughts of regret or second chances were pushed aside. This was simply the right thing to do. The thing that needed to be done. For everyone. Hell, if Lena could get out of Frelen with her life, then she would even go as far to making a couple phone calls. Find out if Victor was dead and let the family know that she was gone. To take eyes off Frelen and make sure eyes were off Back Down Devil MC.