by London Casey
“Shit,” Miller said. He released Gaige. “Shit. I don’t like fucking businessmen messing with us.”
“Not for long,” Gaige said. “Trust me, Miller. I know what I’m doing.”
“Yeah. I hope so. I’m going to call Jerry about the mess up the road. I want everyone else back at the fucking clubhouse right now. Got it?”
Everyone nodded.
Gaige said, “We’re there.”
The ride back to clubhouse was a peaceful one. Gaige felt the relief come off his shoulders a little, knowing that at least half the problems were solved. Eight Under would receive the message loud and clear. They sent out two assholes to shoot at Back Down Devil and the revenge was complete now. It would take them time to fix their little shit hole of a gas station and get back to business.
Now Gaige needed to get to Max and make it all go away.
Back at the clubhouse, Gaige parked his motorcycle and waited for Shay. Shay backed the black car down the ramp to the underground garage. He and Gaige then carried Vinny from the truck into a small room that was labeled to be a janitorial closet. A lot of blood was spilled in that room. A lot of screams buried in the heavy concrete.
They tied Vinny and left him there.
Gaige shut the door and locked it.
“You going to kill him?” Shay asked.
“Soon,” Gaige said. “I need to do something else first.”
“You need to see your woman,” Shay said. “She’s gotten to you, bro.”
“Yeah, maybe she has.” Gaige started to walk and Shay put a hand out. “Don’t fucking do it,” Gaige warned. “I’m not in the mood.”
“No, brother, I don’t care where you stick your cock. I want you to know that Jace stuck up for your woman in there.”
“Yeah?”
“That Strokner fellow had his hands all over her. Touching her. Saying things to her. Jace had a gun pointed at him and he still made a move. He took a nasty hit to the face too. Keep that in mind.”
“Thanks,” Gaige said.
They exited the underground garage. Shay got in the car and Gaige went to the clubhouse. Once inside, he looked around and started to feel comfortable. This was his home. These were his brothers. Even if they didn’t all get along.
Gaige spotted Jace at the corner of the bar with a shot and beer in front of him. He saw the cut on his face and knew he needed to say something. He walked to the bar next to Jace and ordered a beer. He drank from it as he stared at the back of the bar.
“What you did today…,” Gaige started.
“I don’t want to fucking talk about it,” Jace said.
“We’re not going to talk about it. I’m going to thank you for fucking helping me when I wasn’t here. This is a messy time right now and it’s good to know we all have each other’s back.”
“Of course we fucking do,” Jace said. “That’s what the patch means, bro.”
“Good. Glad we got that out in the open.”
“But mark it in your fucking mind,” Jace said, “I don’t expect something in return. And you better not expect me to do it again. We’re all putting a lot of trust in you, bro. You better not fuck us over.”
Gaige looked at Jace. Just staring at the son of a bitch made Gaige want to fight him. “The only thing I’m going to fuck is in the back of the clubhouse.”
Jace lifted his beer bottle and tipped it toward Gaige. “Then cheers.”
Gaige hit his bottle to Jace’s and walked away.
“Fucking asshole,” he mumbled.
At Griffin’s door, Gaige opened it and found Emily and Griffin hovered over his desk. He turned and nodded at Gaige.
“In one piece,” Griffin admired.
Gaige opened his leather. “Not even a fucking scratch.”
“Jesus Christ,” Griffin said. “You’re fucking crazy.”
“That I am.” Gaige put a hand out and smiled at Emily. “Come on, beautiful, quit doing his work. He gets paid to be the bitch.”
“Thanks for your help, love,” Griffin said.
“Anytime,” Emily said.
The moment Gaige touched Emily’s hand, he pulled her close and lifted her up. He kissed her and let out a breath of relief. He rushed her out of the room and hurried down to his room. Before he could kick the door shut, he was reaching for Emily’s shirt.
“Off, beautiful,” he ordered. “I had a fuck of a day and I need you right now.”
Emily laughed and took her shirt off. Gaige began to match her. In silence, they turned it into a sexy game. Shirt for shirt. Pants for pants. Emily wiggled her perfect hips as she stepped out of her panties. Gaige stripped off his boxers, showing Emily what her body did to him. He was thick and hard. The only thing left was Emily’s bra. She unsnapped it and let it fall to the floor.
Gaige swooped in, cupping Emily’s breasts in his hands. It was such a powerful feeling. His hands, just a short while ago, were guiding his motorcycle to chase down those assholes from Eight Under. With his right hand, he pulled the trigger of his gun to end the life of the second gunman. And now his hands held Emily’s warm breasts. His thumbs moved across her erect nipples with ease, causing Emily to moan with pleasure.
Gaige kissed Emily and forced himself between her legs. He could feel the burning warmth of her body. She clung to him as he lifted, pressing harder. Emily reached down and gripped Gaige with both hands. She stroked him. Gaige broke the kiss and looked down, loving the sight of his thick cock sliding in and out of Emily’s small hands.
“Fuck, are you trying to end this early?” he asked.
“I can’t help it. I have to touch you, Gaige.”
“Get on your fucking knees and taste me.”
Emily’s cheeks turned red. She came forward and kissed Gaige’s chest. She ran her lips down his chest to his stomach as she bent her legs to get to her knees. Her hands still moved on him, sliding up and down his giving length. Finally on her knees, Emily took one hand off Gaige. She gripped him tight at the root of his erection and quickly slid her lips around him.
As her warm mouth covered him, Gaige put his head back and groaned. It was fucking perfect. Just fucking perfect.
Emily pulled back and came right back down. Gaige thrust forward with a grunt and Emily moaned. The vibration of her sweet little voice on his tough cock made Gaige want to explode in her mouth. He reached down with both hands and stroked her hair as she continued to suck him. She moved just as he wanted her to do; full of pleasure but not quite enough to force him to come. It was just for fun.
Gaige stared down, switching between her eyes and the sight of her lips as she moved on him. Gaige enjoyed testing Emily, pressing a hand to the back of her head and thrusting forward, watching her eyes widen and her mouth stretch.
When Gaige pulled from Emily’s mouth, she quickly went back to stroking him.
“Up, beautiful, now,” he said.
Emily hurried to her feet. Gaige pushed her to the bed and was there in a second, his hands on her knees, forcing her legs open. He watched her gentle folds opening, the erotic aroma of her sweetness filling the air in the bedroom.
As Gaige came forward, Emily groaned. He touched her tight hole and pressed until she opened for him.
“How the fuck are you so tight?” Gaige growled as he thrust deep into Emily.
Emily couldn’t respond. She cried out and arched her back.
Gaige put his hands to Emily’s hips and pulled back slowly. Inch by inch, feeling Emily’s insides. He hated to leave her body, but he had no choice. Gaige left Emily stranded for a few seconds as he took out a condom and rolled it down his length. Her hands were tight around the bed sheets, her eyes wide as Gaige came back at her. There was no slow movements now. There was no delicate passion.
Gaige wanted to fuck Emily.
He thrust so hard that the entire bed started to move. Gaige pressed his hands on Emily’s lower stomach. He brought his right hand down and gently massaged Emily’s clit with his thumb. Emily tried to squirm but
Gaige’s strength was too much for her. Gaige smiled, enjoying Emily writhing in wicked pleasure.
“That’s right, beautiful,” Gaige said. “Feel it. Never fucking forget it. Come all over me, Emily.”
Emily growled and Gaige thrust harder. He took his thumb from Emily’s clit and ran it up her body to her left nipple. He swirled, leaving Emily’s wetness on her body. Her nipple became intensely hard.
“That’s your juice, beautiful,” Gaige said. “So fucking wet.”
“I want to taste,” Emily cried out.
Gaige smiled. He cupped Emily’s breast and pushed. Emily cried out and looked down.
“Do it,” Gaige ordered. “Right now.”
He watched Emily bend her neck. Her mouth was already open from breathing heavily. She flicked her tongue against her own nipple, tasting the hard nub and the sweetness of her own body.
Gaige was ready to explode. And there was no stopping it.
Emily even went as far as to nibble on her nipple. For a split second, Gaige felt jealous. Those were his breasts and nipples to enjoy. He gently pushed Emily away from her own breast and then took control. His mouth was big and eager. Engulfing Emily’s breast, Gaige sucked until she grabbed his hair and twisted.
“That’s fucking right,” Gaige said as he lifted his head. “Those are my tits.”
Gaige ran his fingers down Emily’s body. He found a grip at her hips, holding her tight, pulling her body as he thrust. Emily’s body tightened as she started to come, throbbing and squeezing around Gaige.
“Fuck, beautiful,” Gaige growled. “I can’t hold back.”
Gaige spilled inside the condom with Emily’s deep body still clenching at him, pulling all the release from his body.
Emily made Gaige feel thing he never had. He fell to the bed and began to kiss Emily. His tongue couldn’t taste enough of Emily. When she put her hands into his hair, his cock throbbed some more, threatening to harden again.
When Gaige ended the kiss he ran his thumb along Emily’s bottom lip. He loved the way her lips looked after they kissed.
“How could you be so fucking perfect?” he whispered.
“How could you be so dangerous and addicting?” Emily asked.
“I have something to show you…”
Gaige stood from the bed. He admired Emily’s naked body at the glistening between her legs.
“What?” Emily asked.
Gaige offered his hand to Emily. “You need to trust me. And you can’t get fucking scared.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
You need to trust me. And you can’t get fucking scared.
They sounded like the kind of words that a smart woman would run from. But Emily’s heart had ruined any idea of acting smart. She looked at Gaige’s strong hand but her gaze quickly went back to Gaige’s body. Sweat shined on his muscles and his cock looked amazing. She wanted to peel the condom from him and bring him back into her mouth until he was hard again.
Emily took Gaige’s hand and he pulled her to her feet.
“Are we doing this naked?” Emily asked, smiling.
“I fucking wish,” Gaige said. “I wish I could show the world what you look like. But then I’d probably have to kill them. I don’t share. I don’t even want anyone fucking looking at you when you’re dressed.”
Emily exhaled and kissed Gaige’s chest.
“And fuck… when you were licking your nipple… I wanted to kill someone.”
Emily’s face flushed as she looked at Gaige. He was being serious.
“Now fucking get dressed,” Gaige said. “I don’t have time to kill.”
There was that word again – kill. Emily didn’t like that word to begin with, but something told her it was going to be part of her life now. There was nothing she could do about it because she needed to be protected by Back Down Devil. And she was in love with Gaige.
How was she going to tell Gaige that? She wasn’t sure what his reaction would be. Would he laugh? Would he be angry? Would he care? Would he return the love?
“Come on,” Gaige barked. “Hurry up.”
Gaige had his boxers and jeans back on. Emily rushed to dress herself and went to the bathroom to fix her hair the best she could. She saw Gaige in the reflection, standing in the doorway, much like the first night they were together.
“That won’t matter, beautiful,” Gaige said with a sly smile.
“What won’t?”
“Covering it all up… your screams probably echoed throughout the clubhouse.”
Emily’s mouth opened and her cheeks burned.
Gaige wrapped his arms around her stomach. He kissed her cheek. “We have to get moving. I’m fucking serious.”
“Okay,” Emily said.
They exited the room and clubhouse.
Gaige had Emily’s hand tight as they walked through the parking lot. It seemed very busy to Emily. Motorcycles were coming and going. Guys who worked the salvage business were working. She wondered if those guys knew the real purpose of the compound.
When Gaige nodded to a deep ramp, Emily froze.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Underground garage. Good for business.”
Gaige walked and took Emily with him. She trusted Gaige but still wondered how many people walked down this very ramp and never came back out alive.
Inside, Gaige slid a key into the locked door and turned. He looked at her like he wanted to say something, but instead he just opened the door.
Emily looked inside and saw a man sitting on his ass against a wall. His right leg, arm, shoulder, and face were all torn up. His clothing ripped, his skin bleeding.
“This is Vinny,” Gaige said. “He’s the one who killed Rachel.”
“Fuck you,” Vinny called out.
Emily felt her heart pounding. She became dizzy for a few seconds and started to shake.
“No,” Gaige said to her. “No fear, beautiful. This is the fucking piece of shit that shot at all of us. This is the fucking piece of shit that put all those bullets in your best friend.”
Emily looked at Vinny. He looked back at her. His eyes were empty and evil.
“Too bad,” Vinny said. “I wished we would have blown your fucking heads off. Then we could have taken your pussy and really had some fun.”
Gaige took his gun out and pointed it at Vinny. “Keep running your mouth.”
“Fuck you,” Vinny said. “You want to fucking kill me, do it. Come on. Settle the score. Like I give a fuck about some bullet holes in pussy.”
Emily started to shake more. Her blood was boiling like she never felt before. Staring at Vinny, she heard his voice, but it was like it was far away.
“You think your crew is going to come looking for you?” Gaige asked. “They’re holed up, afraid.”
“Then just fucking kill me. Maybe I’ll meet that bitch on the other side… get some pussy…”
Vinny laughed and it was all Emily could take. She dove at Vinny and started to attack him. She made fists first but after just a few punches, she hurt her hand on one of Vinny’s teeth. She then switched to slapping and clawing, hitting his face as hard as she could. Gaige wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back.
“Fuck, beautiful,” he called out.
But Emily wasn’t done. She managed to wiggle free from Gaige and went back to Vinny. She kicked him in the stomach, the chest, and the face, over and over. Tears flooded her eyes and she broke down crying. All she could picture was Rachel begging her to go to the fight. Then Rachel standing there with Blaine. And then the sound of the gun… the sight of Rachel’s body on Blaine…
Emily kicked one more time and then fell to the ground. Gaige scooped her up and turned her away from Vinny.
“Fucking hell,” Gaige whispered.
Emily wept, her arms around Gaige’s neck, holding him tight.
“It’s okay,” Gaige said. “I told you it would be okay. He’s going to die for what he’s done.”
Gaige put Emily down
and he crouched down with her. He wiped her tears away and moved the hair out of her face.
“Look at me,” Gaige said. “Look me in the eyes.”
Emily did. “I’m sorry…”
“No. You needed to do that. You get the feeling now. You understand it.”
“Yes,” Emily said. “Yes.”
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Gaige said. “You don’t have to watch. Not this one.”
Not this one…
Emily closed her eyes. She knew what that meant. She wouldn’t have to watch Gaige kill Vinny, but she would have to watch him kill Max.
Emily opened her eyes.
Gaige stood and turned, taking his gun out again. He walked to Vinny and put the gun to his temple.
“You motherfucker,” Gaige growled.
Emily couldn’t look away.
The door to the room opened and Shay came rushing in.
“Gaige. Don’t fucking do it, brother.”
Gaige looked back, rage in his eyes. “Why the fuck not?”
Shay looked at Emily, surprised, then back to Gaige. “We have company.”
“Who?”
“Chief Jerry,” Shay said. “And he’s looking for…” Shay turned his head to Emily. “You.”
“Me?” Emily asked.
“Goddamn,” Gaige said.
He stood up and put his gun away. Emily fought to her feet. She reached for Gaige.
“It’s okay,” Gaige said. “It’s probably just about your friend.”
“No,” Shay said shaking his head. “No fucking way. He’s… just hurry.”
Emily ran with Gaige from the room after he locked it. They hurried from the underground garage and when Emily saw the chief, her heart sank. He was in plain clothes and looked like death. A cigarette hung from his mouth, the smoke billowing around him.
Miller, Blaine, and Nate stood with the chief.
When he looked up and saw Emily, he pushed from his car. His cigarette fell from his mouth and he started to run at Emily.
“You!” he cried out. “It’s you!”
Emily ducked behind Gaige. Gaige put a hand out but that wasn’t going to stop Chief Jerry. He swung and punched Gaige in the mouth, knocking him out of the way. The chief then had Emily by the shoulders, shaking her.
