Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(94)

Jett looked down at her. “We’re going to fix that part, too. With time. That’s what we’re fighting this for, beautiful. For time. Got that?”

Lena swallowed and nodded.

Jett kissed her. “Be ready. For anything.”

It pained Jett a little to just leave her hanging there. But he had to.

He left the room and found a group of guys waiting.

Blaine, Jace, two prospects, and behind them, Miller.

“Tell me you like her,” Miller said.

“What?”

“The woman. Tell me you like her.”

“I just…”

“Don’t f*ck with this,” Blaine whispered. “Answer him, Jett.”

“Fine,” Jett said. “I like her, Miller, okay? She makes me feel… something, man. Just something.”

“Well, you better get over that shit, and fast,” Miller said. “Time to ride. Time to f*cking finish this.”





ten.



Lena had thought about getting on the back of a motorcycle a few times. She figured it would be something dangerous, and also something that came with hot sex implications. Lena had the hot sex already, now she was just stuck with something dangerous.

And that was sitting on the back of Jett’s motorcycle as they approached Angelo’s restaurant. One of the guys - was it Griffin? - snooped and found out plenty of truth on Victor. He was connected, but he wasn’t a made man. He didn’t have power or authority to do what he had been doing, including going after Angelo. Victor used to bully Angelo in school and it was Georgie, the head of the family, who stepped in and ended the bullying. At least for a little while. Now with age and an appearance of power in hand, Victor had been going after Angelo for a long time.

The restaurant parking lot was empty, a sign hung up in the window. Some excuse for the restaurant being closed. Right inside, right beyond the doors, Lena knew Victor was there. The simple thing would be to just give up Lena and send Victor packing. But Jett, Miller, and the guys knew how these situations went. They would become violent, bloody, and plagued with death.

The motorcycles came to a stop. A second later, the doors to the restaurant opened and out walked the two big guys from before. They were in tank top shirts, muscles galore, one of them with a bloody bandage on his shoulder.

“Stay here,” Jett said to Lena and he climbed off his motorcycle.

“Gentlemen,” Miller said. “Good to see you again.”

The two guys took out guns.

Miller put his hands up but Jett kept charging forward.

“You don’t come into this town,” Jett yelled. “You don’t f*cking do this…”

Lena wasn’t sure what Jett’s intentions were, running at the big guys like he was. He didn’t stop until he was just a few inches away. One of the big guys swung his gun and smashed Jett in the mouth. He spun around. Lena gasped and climbed off the motorcycle.

Blaine grabbed her by the wrist. “Take it easy.”

“They want me,” Lena said. “I’ll go. This isn’t…”

“It’s not only about you. Hang tight.”

Jett turned and spit blood at the guy that just hit him. Both big guys then set their sights on Jett, hitting him until he dropped to his knees.

Lena didn’t know what the f*ck was going on.

Was this punishment for Jett? For helping her?

Her question was answered a second later when she watched as one of the big guy’s heads exploded. Literally exploded. There was no sound from a gun… but it had to have been a bullet.

Lena lost her stomach and legs and started to fall. Blaine caught her and held her.

“It’s just us,” Blaine whispered. “We have someone taking shots. Relax.”

The other big guy quickly jumped away from Jett and let out a scream. Jett picked himself up and took a swing at the guy. One punch to the face sent the guy stumbling back into the door. He reached for the handle, fell forward, opened the door to the restaurant, and then finally collapsed to his knees.

Jett came forward again and lifted his knee to the guy’s face. He repeated the motion over and over, holding the guy’s hair. He kept going until Miller screamed his name, and then Jett stopped. He backed up and turned, giving Lena a sight that was kind of familiar to her.

A man with blood on him.

Jett looked right at her. There was fire in his eyes. An angry, raging fire. Rightfully so. Victor had come into Frelen to cause hell. And the guys in Back Down Devil MC were going to be the ones offering a dose of hell.

Miller gave a wave and Lena felt Blaine tighten his grip around her arm.

“Come with us,” he said. “Time to go inside.”

“I want Jett,” Lena said. “I…”

“You don’t get a f*cking say,” Blaine said.

Lena made it a couple steps and then broke away from Blaine and ran toward Jett. Jett waited and wrapped his arms around her. He smelled of sweat and blood.

“Are you okay?” Lena asked.

“You need to listen to us,” Jett said.

“Enough of this shit,” Miller said. “We have to do this right now.”

Jett opened the door to the restaurant and led the way inside.

Lena trailed him and the rest of the MC guys followed. To Lena, there didn’t seem to be enough guys to do this. Like they weren’t taking Victor completely serious. It scared her. Unless there were other motives in mind.