Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(96)

“What’s the plan?” Miller asked.

“I’m going to kick in the office door and kill him,” Jett said.

“No,” Lena said. “Let me do it. If he knows it’s you… let me knock on the door…”

Jett shook his head. “No.”

“Yes,” Miller said.

“Yes,” Lena said.

“He’ll kill you,” Jett said.

“Fine then,” Lena said. “If that’s my fate in all this. I brought this…”

She backed up and put her hands out. Jett came at her. She touched his rock hard chest and curled her fingers a little. As she stared into his eyes, she saw something there she maybe had never seen before.

Care. Life. Hope.

Something that maybe resembled a future. To have fun. To f*ck. To enjoy life.

“I have to,” Lena said. “I don’t want anyone else hurt.”

“Then let’s move,” Jett said. “I don’t have anymore f*cking time to waste.”

“No, you don’t,” a voice said.

Everyone turned and everything changed in an instant.

There was a group of men in suits pouring into the restaurant, weapons drawn. They had everything from handguns, to shotguns, to machine guns.

The click of the weapons were like small cracks of thunder.

“Now let’s figure out what’s happening here,” the same voice said.

Lena knew the voice.

The scene ended with a gun placed to the head of each member of Back Down Devil. And then someone came forward.

The head of the family.

Georgie.

He was in a black suit worth more than the restaurant.

“What the f*ck is this?” Jett asked.

“This is how we solve the problems,” Georgie said.

Lena backed up to the counter and knew how this was finally going to end.

Georgie didn’t make an appearance just to talk… he came to kill.





eleven.



Jett sat in a chair like a f*cking bitch. He wanted to jump up and end this once and for all. But if he did that, he’d be filled with bullets. He’d be dead before he hit the ground. Of all the things for the MC to get tied up into right now, connected guys were not something they needed. Not with the intense heat on the club already.

The gun to Jett’s head hadn’t moved. Digging right into the back of his skull, it was a constant reminder that his life could end within a second. Miller, Gaige, Blaine, and Stacey were all in chairs too. And in front of them stood Lena and Victor. To the left was Angelo. His face beat up and bloody, on his knees, leaning against a wall, looking worn. Looking ready to just give up and die.

The head of it all was the guy named Georgie. Jett had heard the name many times in his life. This guy ran it all, from Vegas to the coast. Anyone connected had to go through Georgie. He spoke and people listened. When he lifted his gun, people died.

So far, Georgie hadn’t lifted his gun.

“This ends,” Victor said. He was livid. His face red. His white shirt with a blood stain on it. “She f*cking stabbed me. Tried to take me out. So I had to come here and settle things up. There were police all around. We were traveling through.”

Georgie nodded and crossed his arms. “You know, we’ve had previous run-ins with Back Down Devil MC. More like casual encounters.”

“We’ve been trying to meet with you for years,” Miller said.

“Fuck him,” Jett spat. “Let’s see you get bloody, Georgie.”

Georgie grinned. He nodded.

A second later Jett felt a hot pain to the back of his head. He fell forward from his chair to the floor. He blinked fast and let the world stop spinning. He looked up and saw Georgie standing over him.

“I know you,” he said. “Thought you would have ended up on my crew.”

“Nope,” Jett said. “I have pride. You let pieces of shit like Victor in your crew.”

Jett saw Victor come at him. Victor started to kick and Jett grabbed his foot. He twisted it, his ankle making a popping sound, and then he fell back and cried out.

Georgie reached down and grabbed Jett by the back of his neck and squeezed. The old man had some strong damn hands. He brought Jett to his knees.

“Hey Victor,” Jett said. “I f*cked her. So hard. I made her scream and come, like you couldn’t.”

“Good Christ,” Georgie said. “Victor… stay…”

Victor charged at Jett. He tried to punch Jett but ended up slapping him in the face. He then stepped back and started to shake, eyes wide.

“You slapped me,” Jett said. “I don’t have a set of tits. You f*cking *.”

Jett kicked himself to his feet.

“Don’t make me kill you,” Georgie said to Jett.

Jett looked at Georgie. “If you wanted me dead, I’d already be dead. I know how this works. Make your f*cking call, man. We don’t have time for this.”

Georgie nodded.

“You don’t get it,” Victor said. “We were here on business. Official business. And this whore tried to take me out and then ran into the arms of Back Down Devil. It’s a set up. They wanted to f*cking…”

Georgie put a hand up and Victor closed his mouth.