STEEL TEMPTATION (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel)

by Casey, London

  “Now what?” Mia asked as she looked back.

  On her hands and knees… so tempting…

  “Shut up,” Nate said. “You’re getting chained for now. I have a meeting. I’m going to try and help you as much as I can. Under two conditions. You don’t fuck around in here. And you don’t fucking lie to me.”

  Mia nodded. “Okay.”

  Nate stepped forward and crouched down. He put a hand out and Mia took it. He pulled at her. His other hand touched her face. “You were following me?”

  “Yeah,” Mia said.

  “Someone put you up to it.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Another crew?”

  “I don’t know what that means.”

  Nate gritted his teeth. “Another motorcycle club?”

  “No,” Mia said. “I swear.”

  “Someone we know?”

  “I don’t know. Honestly.”

  Nate heard the sounds of chains clanging together as the prospects approached the room. Terror filled Mia’s face.

  “Please,” she whispered. “I never meant…”

  Nate put a finger to her lips. “You don’t beg unless I tell you to beg. You’re going to keep quiet until I come get you.”

  “Am I free then?” Mia asked, her eyes big and hopeful.

  “Babe, I don’t think you’ve ever been free in your life,” Nate said.

  He then stood up and backed away from her.

  He stood there and supervised the prospects as they chained her to the wall. He made sure she was secure but not hurt. She did this to herself. Nobody fucked with Back Down Devil. No matter how beautiful…

  Nate left the underground garage and ran to the clubhouse. He busted into the meeting room and took his seat. There was already a heated conversation between Jace and Griffin.

  “Just kill her when we’re done,” Griffin said. “This is a no brainer.”

  “Wait,” Blaine said as he put a hand out, a cigarette between his ring filled fingers. He cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean by done? Because I want a shot at her. Man, that body looks tight. Get it?”

  “This is what we’re talking about?” Nate asked.

  “No,” Miller said. “Everyone shut the fuck up.” He rose from his chair. “We’re under attack. I’m not wasting time on words. We’re under attack every fucking day, I get that. This is deeper. Maybe everything we’ve known is wrong. We have no friends. But those we trust are turning their backs. Griffin, I appreciate your input on the bitch’s fate. And Blaine, we all know you want to fuck her. You want to fuck everything. You probably would fuck half the guys at this table.”

  A chuckling murmur broke out.

  “Whoa, whoa,” Blaine said. “That would take a lot of whiskey… and not many of you ugly fucks could handle me.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Gaige said. “He’s thinking about it right now.”

  “My ass still hurts,” Blaine said. “Did one of you…”

  “Nobody wearing a Back Down Devil cut touched your ass,” Miller said.

  Blaine grinned and leaned back. “Then I have to find that woman from last night. Find out what she did. I actually don’t mind it now. You get used to it.” Blaine winked.

  Everyone groaned.

  Nate stood up. “Her name is Mia. We caught her following us up toward the edge of Frelen. Her car is up there still. If she’s working for Chief Jerry… and he finds the car…”

  “Okay,” Miller said. “We have to get rid of her car.”

  “Get rid of her along with it,” Griffin said. He put his thumb to his throat and made a motion across. “Send a message.”

  “And pour gas on the fire?” Nate asked. “Chief Jerry came by because he’s scared. He thinks I’m going to remember what I already know. That’s why he made a comment about him being there when I woke up. If we hurt her…”

  “You want to let her go,” Blaine said.

  “I want to use her,” Nate said.

  “Who wouldn’t?” Blaine shot back. “Just the thought of her chained to a wall is making my dick throb.”

  Nate made a fist and punched the table. “I want to kill him.”

  “Wait,” Miller said. “Before we start killing… what’s your thought, Nate?”

  “I told her she could trust me,” Nate said. “You scared her to death, Miller. Which is good. I told her if she talks to me, I’ll help her.”

  “You want to fuck her,” Jace said.

  “Slit her throat,” Griffin said.

  “Let Nate finish,” Gaige said.

  “If I can get her to open up…” Nate looked at Blaine. “Shut up.” He looked back at Miller. “If I can get her to open up then we have something. She already told me it wasn’t another crew.”

  “And you believe her?” Miller asked.

  “I don’t know. But we keep her tonight. Then we set her free. Take her to her car. Trail her all goddamn day. Give her a time to come to us. See if what she says is true. If it is, we have an in. A way to find out what’s happening and when.”

  “That’s risky,” Miller said. “She can run and say anything.”

  “Then the bullets fly,” Nate said. “She opens her mouth and she’s dead.”

  The table fell silent. All eyes slowly shifted to Miller.

  Nate didn’t want to see Mia dead. Not unless she truly deserved it.

  “I don’t know,” Gaige said. “We could string her up and get everything we want anyway. Then use her as leverage… force our hand with the Chief and Coast Road.”

  “Then they’ll just arm up and attack,” Nate said. “Chief Jerry would be here in a heartbeat. With a fucking warrant and a forensics team looking for even the smallest droplet of blood to nail us to Mia.”

  “Shit,” Miller said. “You shouldn’t have grabbed her then.”

  “We have to use her,” Nate said. “If she talks then we make her disappear. But not in this compound. They’ll come barreling for us.”

  “Prez?” Blaine asked.

  “Vote?” Miller asked.

  “No,” Griffin said. “This is different. This is executive action, Miller. You make the call. Nobody else matters.”

  “Agreed,” Gaige said.

  “Aye,” Nate said.

  Everyone agreed.

  Miller took a minute and then said, “Nate. Go talk to her.”

  Nate rushed from the table. He opened the door and Miller called his name.

  He then said, “If you do end up inside her, wrap your dick up. We don’t need evidence.”

  “Or a baby,” Gaige said.

  “So much for a good blow job then,” Blaine said.

  “Fuck all of you,” Nate growled and slammed the door.

  If you do end up inside her…

  Nate shook his head.

  That wasn’t going to happen. She was a fucking enemy. A beautiful enemy.

  seven.

  Babe, I don’t think you’ve ever been free in your life.

  The truth fucking hurt. Worse than the clasps cutting into Mia’s wrists. Each time she moved, it hurt. She had a desire to fight and then flight. She couldn’t just sit there and take all this. These guys had no right to what they were doing right now. This was simply illegal. It was a bad decision and they would pay for it.

  The second Mia could get to police… or better yet… Uncle Jake…

  A thought crushed upon her chest a second later.

  If I get out.

  The place stunk of wet concrete. A light barely lit the room.

  These guys were big, mean, and serious. Mia wondered how many people took their last breath down here. She wasn’t the first and she wouldn’t be the last.

  She pulled on the chains and groaned. They scratched against the floor. The noise made her angrier. So she pulled hard, twisting and thrashing, wondering if she could have some of that dumb luck like what happens in the movies.

  No such luck for Mia.

  All the noise did was attract the men with guns.

  The
y opened the door, holding long weapons.

  They were young, baby-faced, and their leather cuts didn’t have the same patches Nate’s did.

  “What the fuck is your problem, bitch?” one asked.

  “Let me out,” Mia yelled. “Right now. You can’t do this.”

  “Fuck you,” the other said. “We are doing this. You’re ours.”

  “Hey, if she doesn’t shut up, we could make her shut up.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Unzip my jeans… reach inside…”

  “Fuck you,” Mia said. “You’re not even real members.”

  Wrong thing to say.

  The two bikers charged at Mia. She had no way to defend herself.

  The first guy put the gun to the top of her head. “I’ll pull the trigger, bitch.”

  “Then do it,” Mia tempted. “I don’t care. You’ll never get a thing from me then. If I’m dead.”

  “Bro, she’s right,” the second guy said. “We can’t kill her.”

  “Right,” the first guy said. “But I can make her take care of me…”

  As he touched his pants, Mia kicked at him. The heel of her foot crashed between his legs. He screamed and jumped back, almost falling.

  Mia saw the second guy getting ready to swing his gun like a baseball bat. She cringed, bracing herself for what would certainly be a jawbreaking smack to the mouth.

  “You bitch.”

  Mia shut her eyes.

  Then she heard, “Don’t fucking think about it.”

  When she opened her eyes, Nate was there. He charged at the guy with the gun and grabbed him by the shoulder. Spinning him around, Nate threw a punch and sent the guy flying back into the wall. He dropped his gun and just stood there, in shock. Nate charged and had a hand to the guy’s throat.

  “What the fuck just happened?”

  “She fought,” the guy struggled to say. “And, and, Johnny was getting her calm. She kicked him in the balls…”

  Nate looked at Mia. “I told you to stay calm. Wait for me.”

  “I’m sorry,” Mia said. “He put the gun to my head. Then he touched himself.”

  “What?” Nate growled.

  He spun around. The guy behind him fell.

  Nate went after the first guy, Johnny. He ripped the gun from Johnny’s hand and put it to his head. He walked Johnny back to the wall.

  “You fucking put a gun to her head?” Nate asked.

  “She was…”

  Nate had the guy against the other wall.

  It was an amazing sight for Mia to see. This big and powerful biker commanded two people at the same time. One guy against the wall, able to move if he wanted to, but too afraid to do so. The other guy with a gun against his head, begged Nate to ease up.

  “You had your hand on your pants?” he asked. “What were you going to do to her? Take advantage of a woman? You fucking piece of shit. Is that what we do here?”

  “Nate, bro…”

  “Don’t call me bro,” Nate said. “You’re shit to me.”

  “She kicked me in the balls.”

  “I don’t care. You had orders. She had orders. Everyone will be punished.”

  “Punished?” Johnny asked.

  “Yeah. I’m going to put a bullet in your head.”

  “Jesus Christ, no,” Johnny said.

  Mia pushed back against the wall, trying to prepare herself for the sight of someone being killed. Her life had shown her some dark shit, including a dead body here and there, but she never saw someone get killed.

  Before Nate could pull the trigger, Johnny started to piss himself.

  The dark spot on his jeans grew and grew as he held his eyes shut and turned his head. Nate stepped away from Johnny and offered him the gun back.

  “There,” Nate said. “I’m done now. Get the fuck out of here. Both of you.”

  The two men wasted no time in leaving the room. They shut the door. For a second, Mia wanted to feel relieved, but then she remembered who she was with right now. Alone with Nate. The guy who had pointed a gun at her, held her wrists, made her come with him.

  He approached her, hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans. Looking down at her, he asked, “You okay?”

  “I’m chained to a fucking wall.”

  “Other than that?”

  “Fuck off.”

  “Tough words.”

  Mia spit, imagining a world where she could reach Nate’s face from the angle and distance. Her spit hit the bottom of his leather cut.

  Nate nodded. “I’m the reason you’re still alive.”

  “Oh?”

  “They wanted to vote you dead. I stood up for you.”

  “Thanks then,” Mia said. She looked away.

  She couldn’t look at Nate. Christ, he was too sexy. That dirty, scruffy look was perfected by him. A complete opposite to all the brass and fancy guys that came into the club night after night. The smooth guys would tell Mia they’d rather take her home since they’d seen the other women naked. Those guys did nothing for her though. They were completely fake.

  Nate… was far too real.

  “You ready to start talking?” Nate asked.

  “Anyone else going to try and take advantage of me? Or kill me?”

  “Maybe.”

  “This is wrong. You can’t get away with it.”

  Nate crouched down. He made a fist with one hand and put his other hand over the fist. He gritted his teeth. “No, babe, that’s where you’re wrong. The law… there is no law here.”

  Mia tried to stare back without being afraid. Looking at Nate made her feel warm. The clamps on her wrists were so damn tight. She wanted to pull. Scream. Fight. Attack. Get loose and climb on top of Nate.

  Stop it. He’s going to hurt you.

  “Look,” Nate said. “You have two choices. You either talk to me or talk to my guys. Either way, we’ll get what we want.”

  “Which is what? Me dead?”

  “If that’s what you deserve,” Nate said.

  His eyes were cold, deadly, fucking beautiful though.

  Mia sat against the wall. She put her hands to her legs. With a deep exhale, her eyes filled with tears. The emotion of the day caught up to her. She had thought she’d be working one of Uncle Jake’s parties and that was it. Then he said to just follow the bikers. See what they were doing. He warned her that they were crazy. But Mia never guessed this.

  “Look at me, babe,” Nate ordered.

  Mia looked at him. He reached forward with both hands and wiped the tears off her cheeks. He then left his right hand lingering on her face.

  “You’re on borrowed time right now,” Nate said. “My advice is to start talking.”

  “Ask me something,” Mia said.

  Nate took a few seconds and then dropped down to his ass. Knees bent. Looking even hotter now that he was down at Mia’s level.

  “You were told to follow us?” Nate asked.

  “Yes.”

  “You have nothing against Back Down Devil?”

  “No.”

  “You’re not with another crew or anything?”

  Mia shook her head. “No. I’m just me.”

  “I’ve never seen you before. Not around town.”

  “I come around when needed.”

  “And what are you needed for?”

  Mia swallowed hard. “Nothing good.”

  “Yeah, obviously. So what do you do? Strip?”

  “No. I don’t strip. I work behind the bar at a strip club.”

  “You could make more stripping.”

  “Is that why I’m chained to a wall? A bad career choice?”

  Nate grinned. “Yeah, I guess so. You were following us. Why? What did you want to see?”

  “What you were doing. Where you were going.”

  “Why?”

  Mia shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.”

  “Yeah, you do. Why?”

  “I wasn’t given a reason.”

  “By the person who sent you.”
/>   “Exactly.”

  “So… that leads to the obvious question. Who had you follow us?”

  That’s when Mia went silent. She lowered her head.

  Nate touched her chin and forced her to look up at him. He was shaking his head. “Don’t start closing up now.”

  “Nate…”

  “If you don’t give me everything I want, they’re going to kill you. I’m going to kill you.”

  “You know I’m innocent.”

  “But we need answers or a body to get answers.”

  “Jesus.”

  “Yeah.”

  “What are you going to do after I tell you?”

  “Truthfully? You’re getting set free tomorrow. Back to your car. We’re going to follow you and then you’re going to come back to us. You’re going to earn trust around here.”

  “You trust me though.”

  “I never said that.”

  “I can see it in your eyes,” Mia said.

  “You can’t see shit in my eyes.”

  “Then what are you thinking?”

  “What your tits look like,” Nate said. “About tearing those jeans off your body and seeing what color panties you’re wearing. Then rip those fucking panties right off your body and get between those legs. Is that what you want to hear?”

  Mia hated to admit it, but she liked hearing it. She didn’t need some story from a wealthy guy about his car, summer house, or yacht. The dirty words coming from Nate’s dirty mouth made her wet. And yet she was still chained to a wall. And yet her life was still in the balance.

  “Give me everything,” Nate said.

  “Red.”

  “Red? What the fuck…”

  “My panties. They’re red. Look if you want.”

  Mia teased Nate as she lifted herself a little off the ground. Nate reached forward and touched the top of her jeans. When his bare fingers touched her bare skin, she shivered. Everything began tight, hard, and between her legs she was an uncomfortable mess. She tried to control her breathing to not give away how turned on she was.

  Nate pulled at the top of her jeans and saw her panties. Red.

  “Okay,” Nate said. “The rest?”

  “My uncle,” Mia confessed.

  “Who is your uncle?”

  “Jake. A judge. You…”

  “Fuck,” Nate growled. He stood up. “Your uncle is the judge?”

  “The judge?” Mia asked.