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EMPTY SECRETS

A Back Down Devil
MC Novella

 

Jett is okay with
wearing the Back Down Devil MC patch, fighting for the club's honor, and
staying clear of trouble and anything that resembles commitment. After a good
'ole fashioned bar fight, the last thing Jett expects to find is a woman passed
out on his motorcycle.

Worse yet, she's covered in blood.

 

When Lena comes to
and realizes where she is, her mind begins to scramble. The name of the game is
survival. At all costs. She tells the sexy biker - Jett -
 
that she can't remember
anything... but the more time she spends with Jett the closer she puts him and
the MC in danger.

 

With a target on
her back, Lena has to make the biggest decision of her life... the question is
- how many hearts will be broken? And who will make it out alive?

 

 

one.

 

No day was really that bad of a day
unless you were killed, and if that happened, what the fuck did it matter? You
were dead.

Jett managed to take two deep drags
on a cigarette before the waitress came running over to the table, loose
strands of pretty black hair dancing around her, her face turning white, eyes
big and innocent. Her body spoke other things though. Maybe she was innocent on
the outside, but Jett could tell she was a fucking freak in the sack. She
probably liked to bite, or be bitten, or some crazy shit like that.


Sir,
you can

t smoke in here,

the waitress said.

Her voice was high, squeaky, stuck
between enjoying the conflict with a dirty biker like Jett and maybe fearing
the fact that his leather cut read Back Down Devil MC.


I
don

t see any No Smoking
signs,

Jett said.


It

s the law,

the waitress said.


Sweet
thing,

Blaine chimed in,

what

s your name?


It

s got to be something good,

Jace added.

Blaine and Jace were patched in
members, but they were also table members. To Jett, it was all bullshit. A
leather cut was a leather cut. And anyone at the table was at the mercy of
Miller

s final decision.
The closest to get to changing things was if Gaige put up a fight. But lately,
there hadn

t time for that.
Gaige had fallen in love, a bomb had gone off at the compound and almost took
Erik

s life. Some nurse and
Brody were hooking up, after something happened with drugs involving the
hospital where Erik was getting released from soon.

The world was round, the world spun
around, and time kept going on. That

s
how Jett got through everything. Time would move on. He could make a complete
dick of himself right now in front of this pretty waitress, but not give a damn
because there were a million other pretty waitresses to go after, if he wanted.

Plus, there was a plan to all this.

The waitress looked at Blaine.

I

m
not telling you my name.


That

s a little rude,

Jett said. He started to move
the still lit cigarette to his lips.


You
can

t do that!

the waitress yelled.

Now people started to look at Jett
and the table. He let out a laugh and slowly put the cigarette to his plate and
put it out.

There you go,
beautiful. Now tell me your name.


Hey,
Stacey, we

ll see you
later,

a man said as he
walked by the waitress. He gently patted her shoulder and smiled.


Thank
you, Mr. G,

the waitress -
Stacey
- said.


Stacey,

Jett said.

Goddamn.


That

s perfect,

Blaine said.

Hey, sweet thing, your hair is
long enough for me to wrap it around my hand about ten times while I

m pulling. Get it? I

ll fuck you so hard you

ll loose that little squeak to
your voice.

Stacey gasped and started to shake.

Get out of here.

I reached for Stacey

s wrist and gently touched it. I
slowly stood up and towered over her.

We
can

t do that. We need to
talk to Angelo. That

s why
we

re here. You know that,
don

t you?

Stacey swallowed hard.

Are you gangsters? Or the mob?


No,

Jett said.

We

re
Back Down Devil. We make sure there

s
no problems in Frelen.


You

re too late,

Stacey said.

Papa has been getting death
threats.

Her eyes suddenly
filled with tears.

Jett looked back at the table. Jace
gave a thumbs up. Blaine looked surprised. He put his hands to his chest and
started to pinch his fingers together. That was Blaine. Everything was hardcore
sex.

It piqued Jett

s interest enough that he looked
down and saw right down the top of Stacey

s
shirt.

No wonder
the old men in
town were fans of the chick
.

Jett reached forward and touched her
white buttoned down shirt. He buttoned an extra button and looked at Stacey.

Don

t give it away. Just take me to Angelo.


Are
you going to hurt him?

Stacey asked.


I
can

t say a thing,
beautiful. I

m trying to be
nice right now. But if you don

t
take me to Angelo in two minutes I

m
going to fucking take out my gun and really make some noise here.


Okay.

Stacey turned and walked. Jace
and Blaine followed Jett.

The restaurant wasn

t exactly packed, but full
enough that everyone there looked at the guys in Back Down Devil MC with
concerning eyes. Everyone had a right to judge what they saw, but they didn

t know the true law and justice
the MC brought to town.

Jett reached down and grabbed a
mozzarella stick from a little kid

s
plate. He took one big bite, chewed it, and then spit it on the floor.
Everything tasted like shit here. Probably all microwaved. He then saw a glass
of either scotch or whiskey and grabbed that. Someone started to yell at him,
but they stopped when they realized who it was. Jett took the drink - decent
scotch - and then put the empty glass on another table.

Stacey led the way into the
kitchen. It was busting with the sizzle of the grill, the popping sound of the
deep fryer, and the beeping of a microwave being ignored. People were shouting
in Italian at each other, cooks and waitresses alike. The back of the
restaurant should have fucking smelled great. Fresh food, right? Not here. This
place smelled like a fog of grease and really bad diarrhea.

Jett rubbed his nose and got up next
to Stacey.

How do you
fucking work here?


Papa
needs me,

she said.

He needs all of us. It

s hard. Hard times. Always.


You
need to do better for yourself, beautiful.


I
try. I swear. I try.

Her
eyes welled up with tears again and she pointed to a door down a small
corridor.


Thank
you,

Jett said.

Now go serve your shitty food
and keep that pretty smile on your face.

Stacey looked at him.

Have a smoke for me?


You
shouldn

t smoke. Bad for
your health.


You
want something to suck on
…”
Blaine added.

Stacey turned and slapped him in
the face.


Careful,

Jace warned.

That won

t stop him.

Jett gave Stacey a smoke and put his
hand to the small of her back. Damn, if he had enough time, she would have been
something fun to play around with for a night or two. He could take her to the
clubhouse on a Friday night as an innocent person and then have her leave
Monday morning as a pleasured woman.

Jett approached the door and made a
fist and pounded on it.


What?

a voice bellowed deep.


Fuck
this,

Jace said and pushed
by Jett.

We

re not here to make fucking
friends.

Jace opened the door and they all
burst into the big, clean office. It was obviously the cleanest spot in the
entire restaurant. A large man sat behind a desk with a remote in his hand, his
face red and sweaty, looking shocked.


What
the fuck is this?

he
growled.

Jett moved along the desk and
looked at the TV screen. It was frozen in mid scene of two men and one woman.
One guy was at the woman

s
mouth, the other guy filling her up from behind.


He

s watching porn,

Jett said.

Fucking pig.


Hey,

Blaine said.

I think I have this one. Is it
called
…”


Don

t touch him,

Jace said.

What if he fucking touched himself
or something
…”

Jett backed up.

Okay, Angelo, let

s talk.


Who
are you?


Read
the cut,

Jett said.

You know who we are. We need to
check your stockroom. Where do you get your seafood?


All
fresh,

Angelo said. He sat
up and turned off the TV. He then took a towel off his desk and wiped his
forehead.


Do
you come in that?

Blaine
asked.

Then throw it in
the basket with the other towels for the restaurant?


What

s the difference?

Angelo asked.

A man needs
…”


I

m going to throw up,

Jace said.


Focus
right now,

Jett growled.

I don

t have time for this shit. Angelo, take us to the
stockroom. I need to check.


It

s all fresh,

Angelo said.

What the fuck do you want? You
running the docks now? Controlling everything?


Maybe,

Jett said.

Stand up, make sure your little
dick is tucked away, and take us to the stockroom.

Jett, Jace, and Blaine made a wall
at the desk.


You

re scared to death,

Jett said.

And that waitress - Stacey
…”


Fucking
beautiful,

Blaine said.

Ever see her tits, Angelo?


She

s my daughter!

Angelo bellowed and stood up.

You sick fuck.


So
you

ve seen
…”


Blaine,

Jett snapped.

Fuck, man. Stop.

Jett looked at Angelo.

She cried twice, Angelo. I
talked to her for two minutes. She cried twice, man. This is what you

ve given your daughter? You

re a real piece of shit.


I
work hard!

Angelo snapped.
He slammed his hands on the desk.

I
work and try.


You
fuck with other crews,

Jett said.

You get
yourself in debts you can

t
pay off. You fuck around. You love expensive pussy and cheap porn. And your
food sucks. So stand up and take care of things right now. So I

ll say it one more time just
because I

m nice and I feel
for your daughter

take me
to the stockroom or I

m
going to put a bullet between your eyes.


And
then I

m going to put my
cock between your daughter

s
legs,

Blaine said.


And
her ass,

Jace added.


Jesus
Christ,

Angelo said. He
grabbed at a gold cross chain.

Jesus
Christ.


No,

Jett said.

We

re
not saviors. We

re the
justice. Now fucking move, fat ass.

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