by London Casey
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A romance novel by London Casey
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AN OUTLAW MONSTER
A Back Down Devil MC Novel
She was going to kill one of my brothers… so I was sent to stop her – by any means necessary.
This is the story of how she ended up my old lady, wearing my ink, and wearing a damn engagement ring.
***
Someone's taken out a hit on one of our members. As the club's enforcer, it's my job to stop the killer and I'm ready to do whatever it takes...until I come face to face with the assassin. Harlee is five feet four of hot-headed trouble with curves that won't quit. One look into those green eyes and I know I can't kill her...but I can't let her go, either. To save her and save the club, I do the only thing I can: put a ring on her finger.
But now I've lied to my brothers and I've got a woman I'm crazy about sleeping in my bed. Our relationship is fake but the way I feel about her is real...and so is the danger we're in. We're both now targets of a rival MC just as a crucial deal for Back Down Devil MC is underway. I want Harlee to be my woman for keeps, whoever I have to kill to make that happen.
one.
(trent)
I watched her take her top off, twirling it around her finger a few times, and then toss it to some other guy. She always teased me like that. She slowly fell to her knees, touching her stomach and running her hands up close to her breasts but never touching them. If seduction was an art, this chick would be getting millions for her paintings. Get it? She put her head back, stuck her chest out, letting her left nipple piercing shine against the soft lights on the stage. Then she fell forward, hands hitting the stage. She crawled right to me as I sat there, not giving a shit about the show. That wasn’t my thing at all. If I wanted to fuck her, I’d stand up, whip out my dick, and she’d take good care of it.
Alexa came right to me and grabbed for my leather cut.
I quickly grabbed her wrist and grinned. “No touching, right?”
She grinned. “You don’t play by the rules, Trent, you’re an outlaw.”
“I’m an outlaw, not you,” I said. I took her hand and gently kissed it.
From the corner of my eye I saw two other guys in leather cuts approaching from the other side of the stage.
That was my cue.
I stood up and winked at Alexa. I took out some cash and offered it to her.
“No, Trent. Not for all you do for me. And to me.”
“Take it, darling,” I said. “Take care of your kid.”
Alexa leaned back on her knees and pulled open her thong. I took a glance down the front, seeing her flat stomach lead way to her bare mound. She touched herself and pulled, showing me more than I was paying for.
Goddamn, she was sweet as a pie right out of the oven.
But I wasn’t in there to find an old lady. Shit, it was a strip club for fuck’s sake.
I was there for business.
I pulled at the strap of her thong and put the money there. Then I touched her lower belly with one hand and her lower back with the other. I pulled her close as the music thumped all around us.
“Go tell your boss that the meeting is happening. Keep the music going and women dancing. No matter what.”
“Will I see you later, Trent?” Alexa asked me.
I backed away and she touched my face.
“Not tonight, darling. Go do your thing.”
I made it two steps and then some asshole stood up and unzipped his jeans. “Get over here, baby. How much does it cost to touch that pussy?”
I froze and turned.
Alexa made her way to the guy. She eyed me for a second and shook her head. She didn’t want me to get involved. I lingered to make sure she was okay. The second she came within striking distance, the asshole grabbed at her. Her tits were dangling and when I saw his right hand go to touch her, I snapped.
I took the guy’s hand and twisted it, bringing it behind his back to the point where his shoulder was going to pop out of its socket. My other hand took a handful of his hair and I introduced him to the edge of the stage.
Three times.
When I let him go, he tried to sit and fell to his ass on the floor. He grabbed his face, bleeding.
I looked up and his buddy was standing, fists balled up.
I didn’t have time to fucking waste. I grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it over the guy’s head, knocking him to the ground.
My attention went back to the first asshole and I pointed it at him. “All your money, right now. Consider it your fucking fine for being an asshole.”
The guy emptied his pockets and gave it all to me.
I then gave him a swift kick to the ribs.
I looked up and down the stage, making damn sure everyone saw me and understood the same would happen if they touched Alexa - or anyone who didn’t want to be touched.
I tossed the money on the stage and nodded to Alexa.
“What the hell, Trent?”
“Your son’s birthday is coming up. Make it special.”
Everyone called me a monster, but I could sometimes be nice.
I walked along the crowd. Some guy gave me a side glance. I paused and shoved his shoulder, spinning him enough so I could knock his ass out of his chair.
Fuck it. Who was I kidding?
I was a monster.
**
I sort of felt bad for Trev. For years we all watched the way Ripper tore the clubhouse into pieces, trying to separate himself from the rest of the MC. He wanted the full power over all the charters and that’s just not how shit worked. The Frelen charter offered up Trev and we ran with it. It was the right decision because the guy was tough, smart, but he’d been patched in and been outlaw, riding on his own.
In other words, he knew how to make shit happen.
None of us knew the real truth about what Ripper was leaving behind.
Which was why I stood in a bathroom in a strip club.
I leaned against the wall and put my foot up. I lit a cigarette and watched as Jasper stood with his arms crossed. He was VP of the Daurian charter and I never understood why he didn’t go after the President’s patch.
But fuck it, that was his problem, not mine.
I was the muscle of the MC. I was the monster.
The door opened and in came two members of Night Soul MC. They weren’t exactly a rough and tough kind of motorcycle club, but they were strong, they had numbers, and they were smart. Then again, they were dumb enough to buy into Ripper’s bullshit, which now left us with a target on our backs because of an empty promise made by Ripper. It wasn’t like we could give up Ripper either. His ass got blown up down in Frelen. By Trev.
“Where’s your President?” Mays asked, curling his lip.
“Where’s yours?” Jasper asked. “At least I showed up. You’re just a fucking grunt. You think we’re stupid? You’re not going to corner us and take out the new President.”
“If we wanted him dead, he’d be dead already,” Mays said.
The other guy, Ryley, was a tall and thick tool bag, still wearing his sunglasses, his head moving side to side like some kind of fucking
robot.
His mistake?
His fucking fingers were twitching. Over and over. Just his right fingers.
“How do we fix this?” Mays asked.
“There’s nothing to fix,” Jasper said. “There’s no guns. We’re not holding shit, guns or cash. You know that. You’re being stupid here, Mays. You and the rest of the Night Soul.”
“We’ve had this talk before,” Mays said. “Rocco gave cash.”
“Rocco and Ripper,” I said as I blew smoke. “Sounds like a bad TV show, huh?”
“Fuck yourself,” Ryley said.
“I’m sorry, are we holding you up?” I asked. I pointed to the toilet. “You need to sit down and take a piss? Change your tampon, sweetheart?”
Ryley puffed out his chest and Mays hurried to put his arm around him.
Shit, he wasn’t saving us, he was saving his own guy. I’d dance on his fucking face so hard nobody would recognize him ever again.
“Look, these meetings are pointless,” Jasper said. “We’ve stated our case. You need to pack it up and stay the fuck away from this town and this MC. If you start this war, we’ll have no choice but to finish it.”
Mays stepped forward.
I stepped forward.
You could get up in any of our faces all you want, but Jasper was VP. You don’t fuck with the VP or Prez. If it was another VP or Prez, that’s one thing. But not Mays.
Mays only took one step though, which was good for him. I’d love to put his face through the damn mirror behind me.
“The war?” Mays asked. “That’s already been started, Jasper. Your President started it.”
“He’s dead now.”
“And your new one isn’t much better. You’re going to regret this. We’ve made deals based on our gun supply.”
“There never was a supply,” Jasper said. “That’s what you don’t get.”
“So then I’m left with no choice.”
“Meaning?” I asked.
“I’m going to report back to Rocco and Gunner. After that, I’m not going to be held responsible for anything.”
“I’m terrified,” Jasper said.
Ryley with the twitchy fingers kept going again.
I finished my smoke and tossed it into the toilet.
I had to get ready.
I was able to calmly assess everything. I thought ten steps ahead and that’s what kept me alive and kept me at the table for Back Down Devil MC. My first fist fight was in kindergarten and I won it. I never lost a fight. And if the time came for me to lose? I better fucking be dead because I’d just get back up and keep going until I was dead.
Ryley made the slightest of moves.
The bathroom door opened and in walked a beautiful woman, wearing nothing but a red silk robe, untied, completely naked under it. She skidded to a stop and let out a small yell. Her huge fake tits bounced forward, coming out of her robe.
“Uh, sorry,” she said.
“Is this our parting gift?” Mays asked.
“Look at those tits,” Ryley said. “I could keep myself busy for days.”
“She costs too much for you,” I said. I looked at the woman. I think her name’s Amber… Star… Leslie… I winked at her. “Try another bathroom, darling.”
She backed away and shut the door.
“I think it’s time for you to do the same,” Jasper said. “And not just leave the bathroom but leave the town.”
“Fair enough,” Mays said. “This isn’t over. In fact, we came to make that very clear.”
That was my moment.
Ryley and his twitchy fingers were about to pull out a gun and shoot Jasper. Probably not to kill him but to definitely hurt him and send a clear message to Trev and the rest of us.
That wasn’t going to happen on my watch.
Before Ryley could touch his gun, I took out mine and put a bullet in his gut.
It sounded like a rocket exploded.
Ryley flew back and hit the wall and slumped down.
“Fucking hell!” Mays screamed.
Jasper jumped forward and put Mays against the side wall. “Now, you have the message, don’t you? A clear fucking message.”
Jasper opened the door and pointed.
I stood there and watched as Mays helped Ryley to his feet. He was whining, holding his bleeding gut, stumbling as he exited the bathroom.
Jasper then looked at me, pissed off.
“What?” I asked.
“This was supposed to be peaceful.”
“He was going to fucking shoot you, VP. You think I’d let that happen to you?”
“So, what? I owe you a thanks?”
“I didn’t say that. Don’t shit on me for what I just did. This is about power and taking our stand. They wanted Trev here so they could put a bullet in him. Mays was right.”
“About what?”
“War. It’s already started.”
“I have to go call Trev.” Jasper took a step and paused. “Trent. Thanks.”
“Anytime, VP. Anytime. Now do me a favor.”
“What?”
“Red robe with the tits… send her back in.”
“What about Alexa?” Jasper asked with a grin.
“I already took care of her ass tonight. I want something new and different. Anything else you want to know about my sex life? Want to see my cock? Maybe touch it a little.”
“I’ll shoot your dick off if you show it to me.”
“Jealousy does crazy things to people.”
“Fuck off, Trent.”
Jasper shut the door.
I stood in the bathroom alone. There was some blood on the back wall.
Whoops.
But I saved Jasper’s ass.
A minute or so later, the door opened.
And there she was.
“Do you know who I am?” I asked her.
She nodded. “Trent. The monster.”
“Lock the door, darling.”
She did as I told her.
And before I needed to tell her to do so… she dropped the silk robe to the floor…
two.
(harlee)
“Harlee!” a voice growled from behind me.
I turned with my bag in my hand and saw Daxton standing with a whiskey bottle in his hand.
“Are you going to throw that at me?” I asked.
“Bitch, if I wanted to hurt you, you’d be on the floor begging. Hey, what’s with the bag?”
“I found somewhere else to crash for now. I can’t do this anymore. I’m too close. Rocco will get pissed and kill me.”
I took a step and Daxton got in my way. “I’ll kill you if you leave.”
I stared at Daxton, trying to mask my fear. Sometimes I wondered how the hell I ended up like this. Bouncing around my entire life, always trying to find something better. Yet it always seemed every step I took was toward something worse. It was my curse in life.
I had been offered a chance to make some money at some underground gambling things and some fights. I wore a bikini, served drinks, flirted with bikers and businessmen, and cleaned up on gratuity. Somehow I ended up at the clubhouse of a motorcycle club called Night Soul and that was my mistake. I put my guard down for a second and ended up hanging with Daxton too much.
He was ruthless and vile. And he wasn’t even that good in bed. It was a chore.
Plus, it made me feel like a whore.
“Just get out of my way,” I said. “Don’t make me scream.”
Daxton put the whiskey bottle down and he grabbed my jaw and squeezed. “I would love to make you fucking scream. I’ll drive my dick into your ass as hard as I drive a knife into your back. Then what happens? Would you die before I came? What do you think?”
He was just being crude to mess with my head.
“I’ll kick you in the balls,” I said.
“Try me.”
“I’ll do it so hard you’ll never get laid again.”
Daxton’s hand squeezed tighter at my jaw. It fe
lt like my jaw was going to snap against his impressive strength.
“You really want to do this?”
“We’re too close. I don’t want this, Daxton. I’m not putting my life on the line for you.”
“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong.”
Daxton showed me his teeth. He then squeezed harder.
I braced myself, ready to seriously kick him in the balls. By doing that, I knew I would end up beaten up and probably dead.
Luckily, before anyone really got hurt, we heard a deep bellowing scream from out in the clubhouse.
It meant one thing.
Someone was hurt.
**
They had Ryley on a pool table. Daxton grabbed his right wrist and Maynor grabbed his left wrist. They held his arms to his side and Rocco exploded from another room, eyes wide with fury when he saw one of his men injured.
Each time Ryley took a breath or screamed, blood squirted from his stomach.
“What the fuck is it?” Rocco asked.
“Gunshot!” Mays said. “Fucking pricks did it. They did it good.”
“Son of a bitch,” Rocoo said. “Was Trev there?”
“No,” Mays said.
“Did you take someone out?”
“No,” Mays said. “Just as Ryley moved…”
Rocco took out a gun and shot Mays in the shoulder.
The thundering boom was a sound I could never get used to. That and the helpless cries of the women these guys took to their rooms, because I never knew if the cries were pleasure or pain.
Gunner, the Night Soul Vice President, looked right at me. “You. Get fucking towels. Now.”
I shook my head. It was first instinct to do so. I was there to prance around and make money for the club, not to get involved with shootings and blood.
“Fucking hell, Harlee!” Daxton screamed. “I’ll put a bullet in you next!”
I hurried behind the bar. I grabbed a stack of dish towels and raced around the bar to the pool table. I dropped them on Ryley’s chest. I felt his fingers twitch and touch me, leaving blood on my wrist.
