RUTHLESS HOLD (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel)

 

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RUTHLESS HOLD

A Back Down Devil
MC Novel

 

She

s the daughter of the biker who
taught him how to be a true outlaw

he

s supposed to
keep her safe

not
get her pregnant.

 

 

When Trev took the
vacant seat at the Back Down Devil MC table, he did it out of honor for a
fallen brother. He then learns the man who brought him into the outlaw world
had a secret affair and had a daughter a long time ago.

 

Worse yet

she

s beautiful. And Trev is put in
charge of protecting her.

 

Eden is in serious
danger. She knows little of her life other than she was given up for adoption.
A mysterious letter brings her to a motorcycle club where she learns about her
parents and ends up in the arms of a sexy and strong biker.

 

The truth about
Emma ignites a war within the MC. Two charters are poised to face off in an
explosive war and it

s
not just the fate of Back Down Devil MC at stake. It

s Trev

s life, Eden

s life, and the life they
created all hanging in balance

one.

 

The first bullet hit Trev in the
arm. It turned him just enough that the second bullet grazed his chest. The
third bullet was destined for his head. Trev always promised himself that if
the day would come, he

d
look into the eyes of the man that wanted to
kill
him.

He looked into the man

s eyes - some fucking guy
with a leather cut and no name - and was ready for death. He could already hear
the reaper laughing.

A third bullet was fired but
from a different gun. That bullet killed the man who tried to kill Trev.

The man who saved Trev was his
hero. A secret hero. A hero now lost


Fuck
me!

Trev shook his head and snapped
back to reality. He was behind some
reliever
, his hands holding her
round ass tight. She had a set of lips tattooed on her ass and that was Trev

s target. He thrust forward,
grunting, loving the feel of his bare cock pounding into a woman

s pussy.


Harder!

she yelled.

Trev gave it to her harder, sliding
one hand up to her hair. He pulled her hair, pulling her head back, letting her
scream.


How

s this?

Trev asked.

The bed slammed against the wall.
The mattress was almost as loud as she was.


Yes!

she cried.

Yes!

Trev pulled at her hair harder,
putting his head back, pumping his hips as hard as he could. He felt his
rippling stomach flex over and over. Goddammit, it was better than hitting the
gym. The sound of his body slapping against her. She was a sloppy, wet mess all
over him, the sweet smell rising into the air.

The bedroom stunk of sex as Trev
felt his cock fill up.

Time for a little target
practice.

Trev fucked to the hilt and held
there as long as he could. His legs throbbed and he gritted his teeth, trying
to hold it off as long as possible. At the last possible second he pulled
himself from the
reliever
and aimed at the set of lips on her ass.


Fuck
yeah,

Trev groaned as he
covered the tattoo with his warmth.

The
reliever
reached back
and moved his hand from his cock and finished him off. Stroking him up and
down, her own wetness making it easy to slide.

Trev stayed there, fucking her hand
until he was done.

He pulled away from the
reliever
and moved from the bed. He picked up his jeans and grabbed his leather cut.
Being patched in to Back Down Devil MC was growing on Trev. He was used to living
on the road, being nothing but a wild outlaw, running with
The Lost Men
.
They were guys that gave up their cuts - or lost their cuts to votes but were
allowed to live - and just rode together. They did a ton of dirty work for a
ton of dirty cash and survived with next to nothing.

But the patched in life wasn

t all that bad.

Trev tugged at his leather cut and
started at the nice round ass still sticking up in the air. She was still
rocking back and forth, her hand slowly reaching down between her legs.


Whatever,
babe,

Trev said.

Do what you have to do. I

m out of here.


Where
the fuck are you going?

she asked.

Trev smiled and reached to his
dresser for his gun.

I

ve got to go kill
someone.

 

*

 

Trev put his hand to the trunk.

When do we
…”

A hard thud hit from the inside.

Trev jumped back.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Blaine started to laugh, spitting
beer all over the ground. He leaned over, grabbing his legs, damn near crying.


What
the fuck?

Trev asked.


He

s already in the trunk,

Nate said with his typical
miserable face.


Oh?
When the fuck did that happen?

Miller opened the door to the clubhouse
and came walking out, putting sunglasses on.

When
you were six inches deep in that whore, we were getting our guy.


Hey,
hey,

Trev said.

Six inches? Please.


Don

t insult him,

Nate said.

You know it

s about half that on a good day.


Fuck
you,

Trev said.

Blaine stood back up.

Damn, brother, you should have
seen your face.

He put his
arm around Trev.

Hey,
about the small dick thing. There

s
a technique you could do, okay? Grab the head of your dick and pull it. Over
and over. You kind of stretch it out, you know?

Trev side stepped from Blaine.

Did you really just say that?


How
do you think mine got so big?

Blaine asked.


Holy
shit,

Miller said.

I thought having a kid was going
to calm you down a little.


I
didn

t lose my balls,

Blaine said.

Now, can we fucking do this?

He hammered on the trunk of the
car.

The guy in the trunk pounded right
back.


I

ll take the car,

Trev said.

Bitch ride for not being there
when you snagged him.


Fair
enough,

Miller said.

Blaine, everything set with our
wonderful Chief?


Yeah,

Blaine said.

Fucking prick has no idea what

s about to happen.


This
is perfect,

Gaige said. He
walked to Trev and slapped him on the back.

I

ll make sure a prospect brings
your ride, okay? They

ll
dump the body and it

s one
less thing on our back.

Trev nodded.

Miller turned to Nate.

You keep your cell on and ready.
I

ll give the call when it

s time.


Got
it,

Nate said.

They shook hands and hugged.

Things had settled for about ten
minutes after the war with Eight Under MC. Their efforts to rebuild were
shattered by Back Down Devil and they were all but in hiding, trying to salvage
the pieces that were left. As for Coast Road MC, they were pushed down the
coast after a few botched missions. It would seem as though things were meant
to be quiet, but it wasn

t.
Chief Ethan had taken it upon himself to find every possible thing about the MC
and go after it. Right now, Chief Ethan was shaking down some thugs who owed the
MC money for some old gambling debts from a few years ago.

The MC knew there was no getting
blood from a stone, but that didn

t
mean shit could be let go. Regular visits, threats, beat downs, and destruction
was needed not so much to collect on the debts but as a warning to prevent new
debts from happening.

Trev drove out of the lot and
followed Miller, Gaige, and Blaine.

He had a notion of what was going
to happen.

There was no real point of watching
it other than the satisfaction of seeing Chief Ethan get beat at his own
goddamn game.

They ended up five miles north near
what was going to be a new development for houses and retail, all of which
posed its own threat to the MC. Trev knew Miller wouldn

t stand for it. That would create a political war
with businessmen and outlaws. The club had gone through that once before.

Trev pulled the car over. As soon
as he stopped he heard the thumping of the guy in the trunk. He pounded and
screamed a muffled scream.

Trev got out and whistled to
Blaine.

Is this guy secure
in there?


Tighter
than a virgin

s sweet
pussy,

Blaine called back.

Trev walked to Miller.

What

s next?


We
wait,

Miller said. He
pointed.

See that car up
ahead?

Sure enough, just before the bend,
there was a long car. An old car heavily invested in to look
pimped
out.


I
see it,

Trev said.


That

s where our money ended up.


I
wanted to blow it up,

Gaige said.


I
agreed,

Blaine said.


We
can

t blow up the new
chief,

Miller said.

I appreciate the fire inside you
guys, but we have to think with our heads.


I
always do,

Blaine said and
grabbed between his legs.


Wrong
head, asshole,

Trev said.

Sometimes it was a little much to
be with guys who were on the same page. Trev had been somewhat of the unspoken
President for
The Lost Men
. Not that the guys up north had to listen to
a word Trev said, but they respected him. That respect was earned through
action. And Trev learned respect through the action of a fallen member. In fact

Trev had taken that member

s seat


Here
we go,

Miller said.

Blaine, give me the cell.

Blaine took out a phone and gave it
to Miller.

An unmarked SUV approached the car.
It stopped and Trev watched as Ethan got out. He was dressed down and had a
folder in his hand. That folder contained some kind of legal deal for the guy
in the trunk to testify against Back Down Devil MC. Of course, Ethan didn

t know the guy was in the trunk
of the car Trev had driven up here.

Ethan went to the driver

s side of the car. He then
lifted his hands in the air, realizing he was alone.


Send,

Miller said.


What

d you send him, Miller?

Trev asked.


A
little hint on where to look,

Miller said.

Ethan put the folder on the hood of
the car and then took out his gun. He went to the trunk and pointed the gun.


The
trunk?

Trev asked.

It

s
empty.


Exactly,

Miller said.

It

s
a fucking warning.


Just
watch, brother,

Blaine
said.

He got a big smile on his face and
his eyes went wide. Trev only ever saw Blaine get that happy when he held his
baby, was with Jessa, or when he killed someone.

Ethan hit the trunk with his hand.


Everyone
load up,

Miller said.

Get ready to ride right by him.
Trev, you know what to do when he follows us.


Yup,

Trev said.

Miller, Blaine, and Gaige got on
their motorcycles.

Ethan grabbed the trunk and it
popped open.

It was supposed to empty.

Balloons started to float from the
trunk; all kinds of shapes and colors, rising up, floating into the air.

That

s
when Miller started his motorcycle.

Gaige and Blaine followed.


Fucking
balloons!

Blaine yelled
and laughed.

They got back onto the road and let
their engines roar as they sped up to drive by Ethan.

Trev had no idea how the hell
Blaine got so many balloons and got them jammed into the trunk like he did.

Trev laughed as Ethan grabbed the
folder and got into his SUV. He flew out into the road to pursue Miller, Gaige,
and Blaine. Not that he had anything on them. They were just three outlaws on
the road, enjoying their freedom.

Once they were out of sight, Trev
went to the trunk of the car.

He opened it and looked down at the
man they captured. The man that owed the MC some serious cash. He had a gag in
his mouth and shook his head, pleading, tears pouring from his eyes.

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