Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(91)

“No,” Lena said.

“What do you want?” Miller asked.

“Her,” they both said at the same time.

Lena saw them reaching for their weapons. She started to shake, realizing the guy on the left was the one who had knocked her out. The entire night replayed in her mind. From poor Annie spilling cold coffee on her hand, to stabbing Victor, to waking up with Jett hovered over her.

She then heard the sound of a gun go off and saw the big guy on the left jump back and grab at his shoulder.

“Next one’s in the head,” Jett yelled.

Lena then watched as Jett walked forward, gun drawn. Miller was suddenly quick to pull out his gun, both of them pointing their weapons at the men at the gate.

“Get the f*ck out of here,” Miller growled. “You have no business.”

“That we do,” the man who wasn’t shot said. “We have to get her. We have to take her.”

“Then f*cking kill me and take her,” Jett said.

“We will. Trust me, we will.”

The man shot held his shoulder and growled. There was blood on his hand as he tried to stop the bleeding.

“Is Victor dead?” Lena managed to ask.

“No,” the shot man said. “And he’s going to get you.”

A second later there was the sound of shotguns pumping.

Lena looked back and saw there were ten other guys standing there. Back Down Devil MC protecting their compound. Their space. Their lives. Their club.

“No more warnings,” Miller said.

“You’re starting a fight you cannot win,” the shot man said. “We come with a warning… two of us with weapons. Now… good luck.”

The two men turned and walked away.

Miller looked over his shoulder. “Jace. Take two prospects and make sure they f*cking leave. Now!”

Lena stepped back and tried to get out of the way. She felt something touch her back and she jumped.

“Don’t move,” Jett’s voice growled.

“Is that your gun?” Lena asked.

“Fucking right it is. What the f*ck were you thinking?”

Lena saw Miller set his eyes on her next. He tucked his gun away but still approached. “You never forgot a thing. You f*cked with us. Didn’t you?”

“I didn’t ask for anything,” Lena said. “I didn’t ask for help. I was knocked out by the guy Jett just shot. They left me on Jett’s motorcycle.”

“Who is Victor?” Miller asked.

“He’s connected,” Lena said. “He thinks I’m his property. I tried killing him, but he’s obviously still alive.”

Miller looked at Jett. “If we just kill her now, we do everyone a favor.”

“I agree,” Jett said.

Lena let out a cry. “No. I don’t… I was trying to leave. I was trying to get out of the way. Of all this. I didn’t want to cause any problems. I swear. Please…”

Jett rammed his gun harder into Lena’s back. She put her hands up, succumbing to him. She started to shut her eyes, preparing for this moment. Death. Dying. Being shot. The finale of it all. She was terrified, but she was also hurt. Because she had hurt Jett. Yeah, she didn’t know everything about him, but that didn’t matter when it came to what she felt inside. She wanted to know everything. She wanted to explain everything. And she didn’t want to die at the hands of Jett…

“Fuck, Miller!” a voice screamed.

Lena opened her eyes and saw Blaine running toward Miller.

“What?” Miller asked.

“I got someone on the phone…”

“I don’t give a shit,” Miller said.

“You will,” Blaine said. “I wouldn’t go killing the pretty little chick just yet.” Blaine looked at Lena and winked. “Hey there. You still have me dreaming of that *, you know that?”

“Fuck off,” Jett growled.

“Who is on the f*cking phone?” Miller asked.

“It’s Angelo,” Blaine said.

“Angelo… what does he want?”

Angelo…

Lena remembered the name. That was where Victor was going.

“He says he’s hurt and being held captive in his own restaurant,” Blaine said. “He needs our help. He’s in big trouble… someone is there. Hurt. Bleeding. Stabbed…”

“Stabbed?” Jett asked.

“Who?” Miller asked.

“Victor,” Blaine said. “That’s his name. Victor.”

Lena felt her heart skip a beat.

Miller looked right at her. “I guess we need you alive for a little bit longer.”

Jett put a hand to her shoulder. “Walk with me, beautiful. Don’t f*cking ever do anything stupid like that again.”

There was nothing Lena could do but nod. And be lead right back to the clubhouse. Funny how just a short while ago she felt safe in the clubhouse.

But now… she didn’t feel safe anywhere.





nine.



Jett was hurt. Real f*cking hurt. And he was angry. Angry because he allowed himself to get attached enough to Lena to let her hurt him. It should have been no shock or surprise that she would try and take off. What choice did she have? She had been lying to the MC since she got there and she had connected guys after her, wanting her blood. No matter how strong a person was, they all have points of breaking. Especially if Lena thought she had nobody to help her. Protect her. Take care of her.