SAVAGE LOVE (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) (49 page)

twenty-seven.

Bob Strokner rolled the fat cigar
between his lips. He sat with his chair turned, able to look at the door to his
office were looking out the window across the city. He hadn
’
t lit a cigar since before
Rachel was killed. It wasn
’
t
the same without his daughter bitching at him about the look and smell of the
cigars. The businessman refused to walk down a path that involved wondering if
he could have done anything different. It had been hard enough when Rachel
’
s mother was killed. Being a
single father with a conglomerate business to run didn
’
t make for the easiest life for Rachel, but Bob
always thought she would do just fine. She was pretty. She had money. But to
face the fate of bullets from piece of shit bikers wasn
’
t fair.

On Bob
’
s desk sat the proposal to overtake the acres of
land from Back Down Devil MC. It would cost a shit ton of money, and it would
require a lot of backdoor payouts to basically steal the land from the MC, but
once they found the bones and bodies in the ground, it wouldn
’
t fucking matter one bit.

The clock was ticking and Bob
’
s patience was wearing out. He
had made his demands clear with Gaige. If you the young biker wanted to show
off his big cock and prove to the MC he could wheel and deal, this was his
chance. If not, then Bob would simply crush the MC. They
’
d end up a prison and more than likely they
’
d be greeted by plenty of
enemies to take care of them.

A knock came at the door.

“
Open
it,
”
Bob called out.

His assistant, Trevor, a young kid
fresh out of college with peach fuzz on his chin and innocence in his eyes
walked into the office.

“
Sorry
to bother you, sir,
”
Trevor
said.
“
But something has
arrived for you. It
’
s
urgent.
”

“
Of
course,
”
Bob said.
“
Bring it here.
”

“
Oh,
and Mr. Riley called. He wants to know if you
’
ve
made your decision on the land deal yet.
”

“
I
’
m thinking,
”
Bob said.
“
Understand?
”

“
Yes,
sir.
”

Trevor put a box on the desk. Bob
looked at it. It was unmarked except for Bob
’
s
name on the box and the word URGENT written in big letters and underlined three
times.

“
This
could be a bomb,
”
Bob said.
“
And you brought it to me?
”

Trevor
’
s face turned white.
“
Sir,
I
’
m so sorry. I
’
ll call the police.
”

“
Don
’
t bother now,
”
Bob said.
“
I
’
ll
have to face this
…
turn
around.
”

Trevor turned. Bob stood and peeled
the tape off the box. When he opened the cardboard flaps and saw what was
inside, he closed the box again.

“
Trevor.
”

Trevor turned.
“
Sir.
”

“
You
can leave now,
”
Bob said.
“
Oh, and make the call to Mr.
Riley on my behalf. We
’
re
going to put that land deal on hold for a little while longer.
”

“
Yes,
sir,
”
Trevor said.

The young man rushed from the
office. When the door shut, Bob opened the flaps of the box and looked inside.
He smirked. Staring back at him was a set of bloody eyeballs.

Along with a note.

Stare into the eyes of the man
who killed your daughter. As promised.

-G

Bob crumpled up the note and threw
it out.

The MC had come through.

Bob crashed back to his chair and
reached for his cigar. He opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a
lighter. He lit the cigar and took a few big puffs, enjoying its luxurious
taste. He put his head back and blew rings of smoke.

Gaige had come through, yes.

But was this done? No.

Bob smiled and wondered what else
he could utilize Back Down Devil MC for.

twenty-eight.

Blaine stood as he smoked, enjoying
the warm sunshine on his face. They had the gate open, waiting for Shay to
return with his new car. Erik and Landon stood at a motorcycle, a new one that
Erik picked up on a debt that was owed to him. Gaige and Miller were across the
parking lot, each sitting on their motorcycles, talking business.

Griffin sat at a table with Emily,
reviewing paperwork.

Jace and Nate sipped beers, gazing
upon the ground as though it contained to answers to all the questions they
each wore on their souls.

The MC was a large family. Everyone
had their own problems to face. However, they all had each others backs and
nothing else mattered but that.

“
Man,
I need to fucking get laid,
”
Blaine said as he tossed his smoke to the ground and stepped on it.

“
How
long has it been?
”
Landon
asked.
“
Twelve hours?
”

“
I
had some wild ass last night,
”
Blaine said.
“
But all she
wanted to do was suck my dick.
”

“
Tough
life,
”
Erik said.

“
Yeah,
but her fingers wouldn
’
t
stop
…
uh
…
touching me.
”

“
Touching
you?
”
Landon asked.

“
She
wanted to play somewhere I
’
m
not so sure about,
”
Blaine said. He put up two fingers.
“
She
tried two fingers up there.
”

“
What
the fuck
…
,
”
Erik said.

“
His
ass,
”
Landon said and
laughed.

“
You
let her?
”
Erik asked.

“
Had
to do what I had to do, bro,
”
Blaine said.
“
She was a
freak though. When she took her fingers out, she started to
…”

“
No!
”
Erik yelled.
“
I don
’
t want to fucking hear it.
”

Blaine had his tongue out and then
smiled.
“
Can
’
t handle it?
”

“
Christ,
”
Erik said as he stepped away
from the motorcycle.

“
What
’
s up with you, brother? Your
cock getting care?
”
Blaine asked Landon.

“
Why
are you so worried about our cocks? What
’
s
with your fucking mind, bro?
”

“
Hey,
a happy cock makes a happy man,
”
Blaine said.

“
Sick,
”
Landon said.

“
But
I
’
m right.
”

A black car turned and Blaine started to clap.
“
Look at this
fucking ride coming.
”

The sleek black car with tinted
windows looked beautiful.

Blaine whistled as Shay turned into
the lot. The driver
’
s
window came down and Shay smiled.

“
Brothers,
”
he called out.
“
The new wheels.
”

“
I
prefer two over four,
”
Landon said.

Shay threw the middle finger.
“
Fuck you then.
”

“
Look
at this thing,
”
Blaine said. He pressed himself against the front quarter panel and groaned.
“
Makes me want to fuck it.
”

“
Get
the fuck out of here,
”
Shay
yelled. He hit the gas and shot forward.

Blaine laughed as Landon shook his
head.

“
What?
”
Blaine asked.

“
I
can
’
t never tell if you
’
re joking or not,
”
Landon said.

“
You
think I
’
d have sex with a
car?
”

“
Probably.
”

A motorcycle echoed and Landon
looked down the road. He pointed and couldn
’
t
believe his eyes. It was a woman on a motorcycle. With no helmet, her hair was
flying out behind her.

“
Now
there
’
s a fucking dream,
”
Blaine said.
“
A chick who rides more than just
my cock.
”

“
Look
at her,
”
Landon said.
“
She doesn
’
t know what she
’
s
doing
…”

The motorcycle cut left to right,
over and over. The woman looked behind her and the front wheel wobbled.

“
She
’
s going to fucking drop it,
”
Blaine said.

Shay hopped out of his new car and
shut his door. Erik opened the back door and leaned in to check it out.

“
Fuck,
bro,
”
Blaine said.
“
She
’
s
…”

Landon looked just in time to see
the woman drop the motorcycle. It cut to the right and she flew from the motorcycle.

The woman hit the ground and
rolled.

“
We
need help!
”
Landon yelled.

He looked back and saw Erik running
from the car. He started to wave his hands and screamed.

“
BOMB!
”

Before Landon could process the
word, an explosion went off.

The back window of Shay
’
s new car exploded. Blaine grabbed Landon and threw him to the ground. Landon watched the explosion engulf
Erik
’
s body, sending him
into the air before he crashed to the ground.

“
Holy
fuck!
”
Blaine screamed.

Landon looked to the road and saw
the woman on the ground. He turned his head and saw Shay
’
s car on fire and one of his brothers on the
ground, bloody and lifeless.

Gaige, Blaine, Miller, Nate, Jace,
Shay, and Griffin all ran, calling Erik
’
s
name.

Landon felt like the wind had been
knocked out of him.

He took a deep breath and moved to
his knees.

There was a woman hurt just feet
away from the parking lot, and the inside of the parking lot looked like a war
zone.

Landon got to his feet and looked
at his leather cut.

This was his life
…
the life of Back Down Devil MC.

This book is a work of fiction.
 
Any references to historical events, real people, or
real locales are used fictitiously.
 
Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author
’
s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or
locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

First electronic edition July 2014

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©
2014 by London Casey

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reproduction in whole or in part of any form.