Bayou Devils MC: The Complete Series

by A. M. Myers

  “Dance with me?” I ask and he shakes his head. He navigates us to the corner of the dance floor, away from our group as he kisses my neck again. I spin in his arms. Looking up, he scans the crowd for a second before glancing back down at me with a grin.

  “You gonna show me some of those tricks you talked about?”

  I shake my head. “Baby, those moves are best reserved for somewhere more… private.”

  “Great idea,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me farther away from the dance floor as I shake my head, laughing.

  “No. Come dance with me.”

  He looks out at everyone dancing around us before meeting my eyes and shaking his head as he drops his arms from my body. “Princess, I can’t dance.”

  “I refuse to believe that,” I tell him, arching a brow and he laughs, his hands going back to my hips as he pulls me closer.

  “And why is that?”

  I meet his eyes and wrap my arms around his neck as I lean in close and let my lips brush over his. “‘Cause you know how to fuck.”

  “Rowan,” he groans before sealing his lips to mine and pulling us further into the shadows, away from prying eyes. I lean up on my toes, trying to get closer to him and his hands slip down to my ass before he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. Well, shit. It’s a damn good thing that no one can see us over here because if they didn’t know what we were up to before, they sure as hell would after seeing this.

  But do I even care?

  I don’t know that I do. Travis and I are having fun with each other and I don’t see why the hell I have to keep making excuses for that or apologizing for it. Why can’t we just be out in the open around the club without everyone watching us and waiting for the moment when it all explodes?

  “Fuck, baby,” he breathes, kissing down my neck as his grip on me tightens. “I’ve wanted you so bad since you walked into my room in that dress.”

  I smile as I run my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. “Yeah? Have you been thinking about taking it off of me all night?”

  “Yes.”

  “And have you been thinking about what I might be wearing underneath it?” I ask as warmth rushes through me and I fight back a shudder. He nods, his teeth nipping at my neck.

  “Hell yes.”

  Giggling, I pull back to meet his eyes. “Any ideas?”

  “Don’t get me started, Rowan. I’m this close,” he whispers, his voice gravelly, as he sets me back on the floor and holds up his thumb and pointer finger before pinching them together until they almost touch. “To hauling you into a bathroom and fucking you until we both can’t stand.”

  The thought makes moisture pool between my thighs and I close my eyes as my back arches against him. “Travis.”

  “Jesus Christ,” he hisses, slipping a hand into my hair and slamming his lips to mine as his other arm holds me firm against his body. His cock presses into my belly, through our clothing, and I desperately wish we were back at the clubhouse right now. We stumble into a wall and I gasp. He takes full advantage, slipping his tongue past my lips and tangling it with mine as he thrusts his hips into me with a growl. “You turn me on so fucking much. You know that?”

  I nod. “Yeah, I do.”

  “You love it, don’t you?” It’s halfway between a question and an accusation but I can’t even deny it. I adore the way one touch from me can make his eyes flare with need and the way, whenever he’s near me, he has to be touching me. Nodding, I rub my tits against his chest, desperate for friction.

  “I love it.”

  “Fuck, baby,” he whispers, shaking his head as he pulls back just enough to separate us and plants his hands on the wall next to me as he struggles to catch his breath. “We have to stop.”

  My bottom lip pokes out and I scowl. “Why?”

  “Because, I’m about to fuck you up against this wall in the back of a crowded club and you deserve better than that,” he answers, his eyes on mine and his need shining back at me like a beacon but my heart stutters at his thoughtfulness. Even knowing the things I’ve done in my past and knowing that I was willing to let him do just that right here and right now, he still has enough respect for me to stop us. Reaching up, I cup his cheek and press a soft kiss to his lips as I fight back tears. When I pull away, he studies my face and his brow furrows. “What was that for?”

  I shake my head. “For just being you, Travis.”

  “Oh,” he whispers as a shy smile stretches across his face and he sighs as pushes off of the wall, takes my hand and lacing our fingers. “Want a drink?”

  “Desperately.”

  He laughs and we walk back out into the main area as the song changes to something darker that I don’t recognize. It’s kind of a weird choice to play in a club but whatever. I’m not a DJ so what the hell do I know?

  “Hey, just so you know,” he says as we reach the bar and I turn to face him. “As soon as we get back to the clubhouse and I get you alone, we’re picking this right back up.”

  I grin. “I was really hoping you would say that.”

  Before he can say anything else, the lights go out, throwing the entire club into darkness and Travis’s arms wrap around me, making me jump as he pulls me closer and panicked voices sound out around us. The music swells and my heart thrashes in my ears as I try to catch my breath.

  What the hell is happening?

  A single spotlight flashes on, illuminating a spot on the far corner of the dance floor where a man stands, in all black with a white mask covering his whole face. A white mask just like the one the boys found in the cabin…

  “Holy fuck,” Travis whispers. “We have to go.”

  The light goes out before we can move and one of his hands falls away. Crying out, I cling to his shirt and he presses his lips to my head.

  “Shh. I’m right here, baby. Just getting my gun.”

  My hands shake and my heart is racing as I try to see through the darkness but to no avail. “Did you see anyone else when the light came on?”

  “No. Last I saw, everyone was on the dance floor. If a light comes on again, we need to move, you hear me? Head straight for the door and don’t look back.”

  I shake my head. “I need to get my brother and Tate.”

  “Kodiak will take care of Tate and I don’t think the light will stay on long enough for us to find everyone.” Just as his words stop, the light flicks on again, this time all the way across the club, closer to us, and the man is standing there again. It feels like he’s staring right at Travis and me but I don’t have time to dwell on it as he begins pulling me through the mass of terrified people, toward the door. I try to search the crowd for the rest of our group but the lights go out again. We freeze, right in the middle of a large group of club patrons. Terrified whispers and random names fill the air around us as everyone tries to figure out what is going on and my entire body shakes. Where will he pop up next? Travis keeps his grip on me firm, probably too firm, but it feels good in this moment as we both try to catch our breaths and wait for the next light to flick on.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, pressing another kiss to my head and I nod but I’m not okay. Not a single part of this is okay and the thought hits me that we may not make it out of this club tonight. My chest aches and my thoughts slow to a crawl as I try to wade through the utter terror wreaking havoc on my body in the darkness. “Get ready to move again, I think.”

  My breath sticks in my throat and my heart races as we wait and after a few seconds, a light flicks on. This one is by the bar this time, right where we were standing before, and the man stares at us in the crowd. The black holes of the mask where the eyes are supposed to be feel like they’re burning into me and I can’t move. My entire body is shaking so badly that I don’t think I can make my legs work and all I want to do is cry.

  “Move, Rowan,” Travis barks in my ear and it spurs me into motion, somehow, as we take off for the door again, shoving our way through the crowd. I spot the d
oor to the club up ahead and see Storm and Ali moving toward it from our right as we close in on it. The lights go out again but this time, Travis doesn’t stop. He’s like a bulldozer, shoving other people out of his way as he drags me along with him and despite my fear, I know he would do anything to protect me from the man seemingly stalking us through this club.

  The light comes on again, this time by the dance floor and I scream when I see him standing right next to my brother and Tate. Tate spots him first and delivers a swift kick to his chest that sends him flying backward onto his ass and in the next moment, Lincoln has her in his arms and they are running toward the door and us. We reach the door just as the light goes out again and Travis yanks it open, flooding the room with light from the streetlamp outside, drawing the attention of everyone else in the club.

  “Fuck,” he hisses. “Keep moving. Don’t stop, you hear me?”

  I nod as we slip outside and the next second, a steady stream of bodies pile out of the club, spilling out onto the sidewalk as some people fall to the ground but everyone else just tramples over them. It’s complete fucking chaos and my heart jumps into my throat as I think about the people that were still in there, all of the people we could lose tonight. Once we get halfway down the block, Travis finally stops but he doesn’t release me and he doesn’t put his gun away as his gaze flicks over the surrounding area.

  “Oh, thank God,” someone cries and we spin around as Emma and Nix come running up to us. Emma throws her arms around me, pulling me out of Travis’s arms and into a hug as tears roll down her face. Jerking back, she meets my eyes. “Have you seen anyone else?”

  “Storm and Ali were near the door when we were and my brother and Tate were still by the dance floor… I don’t know about anyone else,” I whisper, struggling to hold back my tears as my body shakes.

  “There!” she shouts, pointing into the crowd as Storm and Ali burst out of the mob of bodies and I breathe a small sigh of relief before my gaze goes back to the crowd, searching for everyone else. Travis pulls me back into his body, securing his arm around my waist, and I feel his body relax slightly against me.

  “There they are,” a voice calls from across the street and we turn as Henn, Kady, Chance, Carly, Moose, Juliette, Fuzz, Piper, Smith, and Quinn come running up to us. Everyone starts hugging but I turn back to the crowd, searching for Lincoln and Tate. Pain radiates from my chest and my heart hammers out of control as tears sting my eyes.

  This can’t be happening.

  I can’t lose them.

  “I have to go back,” I whisper, shaking my head as I try to free myself from Travis’s grip. There is no way I’m leaving here without Lincoln and Tate so I have to go back and find them.

  “Are you fucking insane?” Travis asks, his grip on me tightening as I turn to look at him. Tears slip down my cheeks and I plead with my eyes as we stare at each other.

  “It’s my brother, Travis. I have to go get him. I have to go back.”

  He shakes his head. “There is no way in hell I’m letting you go in there again. It’s a fucking madhouse but if anyone can get through it, it’s your giant of a brother. Just wait here.”

  “I can’t lose him, Travis,” I whisper, my heart shattering in my chest at the thought. If they don’t make it out of that club, I’ll truly have no one. His face crumples and he shoves his gun into the waistband of his jeans before cupping my cheek and pressing his forehead to mine.

  “You’re not going to lose them, okay? They are going to be fine. Both Tate and your brother are more than capable of taking care of themselves, Princess. I promise.”

  I shake my head. “You don’t know that. Lincoln and Tate are the only family I have left. I have to go back for them.”

  “No,” he growls, shaking his head before he presses a kiss to my lips. “I’m not going to let you put your life in danger, too. They’ll be fine.”

  “So…” someone says and we pull apart, looking up as Chance arches a brow. “This is a thing?”

  Carly smacks him in the chest and shoots him a glare. “Not the time.”

  “Right,” he answers with a nod and shoves his hands in his pockets but as I look at everyone else’s face, I know our secret is out. There is no putting this genie back in the bottle.

  “Rowan!”

  I gasp, turning at the sound of my brother’s booming voice coming through the crowd but Travis still won’t release me so I throw my hand in the air.

  “Over here, Lincoln.”

  A moment later, he steps out of the crowd with a very angry Tate thrown over his shoulder and as soon as he sees me, he rushes over. Travis releases me just before Lincoln wraps me up in a hug, crushing me to his body.

  “Thank God,” he breathes, his body shaking and his breathing heavy.

  “For fucks sake, Lincoln,” Tate seethes, pounding her fists against his back. “Put me the fuck down so I don’t kick your poor sister in the face.”

  He sets her back on her feet before pulling us both back into a group hug and she huffs in annoyance, fighting against it for a second before giving in. Lincoln looks up, making sure everyone else is here before he sighs.

  “Everyone okay?”

  The rest of the group nods but they all look anything but okay after what just happened. Although, I’m sure I don’t look much better. One thing I do know, for sure, is that after tonight, it’s clear that things are getting infinitely more dangerous and I’m terrified of what Warren has planned for us.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Travis

  I scrub my hand down my face as the footage from the club last night plays on the screen in front of me but there is nothing to see. Literally, it’s just pitch black staring back at me as soon as the lights go out and it doesn’t matter that I’ve watched the damn thing five times, trying to see anything through the darkness or before the lights go out or after they come back on. As always, Warren had this stunt planned out perfectly. My thoughts drift back to when the lights went out last night and I shake my head as my heart starts to beat a little faster. I’ve never been so fucking scared in my life and I held onto Rowan like she was a life raft because nothing else was more important to me than getting her out of there safely. She was my one and only priority, which probably sounds awful as hell considering all of my brothers and their wives were also in the club but I knew they were all packing, just like me, and they would do whatever it took to get out of there. I didn’t need to worry about them. For as long as I live though, I’ll never forget the way Rowan’s body shook in my arms and the terror in her eyes. I’ll also never fucking forget the way Warren stared at us when he popped up the second and third time.

  The look fucking chilled me to the bone.

  Once we got back to the clubhouse, we all sat down with Blaze, who stayed back to babysit the kids while we went out, and told him what happened. He was furious, of course, and we all are desperate to take action but there is nothing we can do. Until we find concrete evidence on who Warren is or who he is working with, if he’s working with someone, we can’t exactly start firing shots. Maybe that is the worst part of all of this - we just have to sit here and take his attack without being able to fight back because he is always in control of the game. He has planned this thing down to the very last detail and, so far, everything has gone his way. It’s infuriating. Each day, it feels like my rage grows more and more and the longer it takes me to find him, the more I can’t stop thinking about what I’ll do to him when I do finally track him down.

  Fuck…

  I can’t let my thoughts go there. I’ve worked so fucking hard to not be that person, that monster, and I can’t let this situation pull me into the darkness I’ve been running from my whole life.

  Shaking my head, I cross my arms over my chest and sigh as the video starts playing again. I watch as Rowan and I walk out of the back hallway and smile, remembering our stolen moments in the club before everything went to shit. After we got back last night and we had our little talk with Blaze, I
hauled her up to my room because there was no way in hell I was going to let her go. We spent hours lost in each other, fucking all over this room like it was our last night on earth because it honestly felt like it almost was, before we passed out and even then, I didn’t let her go until we spent some more time tangled together this morning. It will be interesting to see what happens now that the whole club knows about us, apart from Kodiak. Maybe someone will tell him the truth… Hell, maybe someone already has but I suspect that’s not true since I’m still in one piece.

  “Streak,” someone calls from the other side of the door as they knock and I turn away from my computer as Storm walks in, stress lining his face. He and Ali were close to the door when the final light came on last night but not as close as Rowan and me. They ended up fighting through the crowd as it surged out of the club and Storm said he was pretty sure he broke a couple noses in his mission to get his wife to safety. I nod in greeting as he shuts the door behind him.

  “What’s up?”

  He sighs and throws himself into the other chair in my room. “Just got off the phone with Rodriguez. He looked into the report from the club last night and the owner said that he was approached by someone who wanted to put on a little show in the club.”

  “So he just let him?” I ask, arching a brow, as I wonder how fucking stupid this guy is. Last I checked, no one has died but there were some serious injuries caused when people fell by the door and everyone else just ran over them. At least three people are in the ICU this morning after that circus last night. He shakes his head.

  “No, he told him to get fucked. At first…”

  “What changed then?”

  Storm grimaces. “He said the man offered him a thousand dollars to allow the performance.”

  “So, of course he took it,” I scoff, shaking my head. Can’t say that I really blame the guy but it begs the question, where the hell did Warren get a thousand dollars? When I checked his account yesterday, he didn’t have that kind of money and there were never any transactions that large made in the last two years. My idea about him working with a partner springs to mind and I blow out a breath, shaking my head.