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OUTLAW REVENGE

A Back Down Devil
MC Novel

Emily didn't want
to go watch a bunch of bikers fight each other, and by the time the fight is
over, her best friend is shot dead and Emily finds herself clutching the leather
cut of a sexy guy named Gaige as she's on the back of his motorcycle, escaping
gunfire.

As Vice President
of Back Down Devil MC, Gaige Gaen
’
s
world is consumed by the club, the life, and finding a way to make it all work.
The last thing he needs on his plate - or in his bed - is a woman like Emily.
He can't stop looking at her, and he definitely can't stop touching her. He
promises to avenge the death of Emily's best friend, Rachel, but then the
situation takes a turn for the worse when Rachel's father - a rich man hell
bent on revenge - shows up and wants answers that the MC doesn't have.

Emily is in fear
of returning to a past she had escaped. She and Gaige can't seem to stop their
feelings for each other, and as her dangerous past digs its way into the
present, Gaige and Back Down Devil are now in the line of fire.

The war in Emily
and Gaige's hearts rage on, but the war outside needs to be fought... the
question is, who is going to make it out alive?

one.

Night had fallen, and it was time
to get to business.

Gaige put a cigarette to his lips
and lit it. He took the first drag to make sure the smoke was lit; the second
drag was for the taste. He then handed the lit cigarette to his best friend,
Nate.

"Let me get another one,"
Gaige said.

He repeated the same process and
then crouched down. He balanced the lit cigarette on the edge of a small fence.
He reached up and took the other smoke from Nate and did the same.

When he stood up, he patted Nate on
the back. "Come on, bro, let's hang back."

The two of them walked to their
motorcycles, hidden in the darkness of Frelen, California. The night was
comfortable, not too cool and not too warm.

Gaige leaned against his motorcycle
and crossed his arms.

"When is this going
down?" Nate asked.

"Ten minutes," Gaige
said. "Two are coming up from the south to cut the deal. They'll see the
lit smokes and come to investigate."

"Then we shoot?" Nate
asked.

"Yeah, bro, we shoot."

"I need a cigarette,"
Nate said.

Gaige put a hand out. "Can't.
We're invisible right now. Keep it that way."

Gaige looked around and let out a
sigh. So much shit had been going on within the motorcycle club lately it was
hard to keep up. Maybe there had never been a time when things were easy and
smooth for the Back Down Devil MC, but now, rightfully so, everything going on
fell on his shoulders he was second in line to the head of the table for the
entire club. Miller still had plenty of life in his aged body, but some of his
decisions lately had been a little crazy. He took risks as if he was in his
twenties, putting a lot of guys in danger. Then again, with danger came money.
Lots of money. And with money came power. Lots of power.

"We have to keep this place
cleaned up," Gaige said. "It's important for all of us."

"Miller okay with all this?"

"He wants these assholes taken
out. Doesn't matter how we do it. Hopefully this will send a message."

"Speaking of sending,"
Nate said. "What if they show up with more than two?"

Gaige pushed from his motorcycle
and punched Nate in the shoulder. "We improvise then, bro. Don't worry.
They'll be here..."

In the distance there was a
rumbling.

"Sounds like they're here
right now," Nate said.

"Just stay still and follow my
lead," Gaige said. He took his gun out and looked off in the distance.

Lights followed the sounds. Gaige
counted one, two,
three
lights.

"Fuck," he whispered.

"We got more than
planned," Nate said.

"Not a problem. Run it the
same."

As arranged, the motorcycles pulled
to the side of the road and cut their engines. Their voices kicked up, but
Gaige couldn't make out what they were saying. He started to walk, tugging at
Nate's leather to get his attention to follow.

Quietly, they crept along the
ground, Gaige keeping his eyes on the men as they approached the fence.

"Hello," one of them
called out.

"Yo, guys," another said.

"What the fuck is this?"
the third voice asked. "Where are they?"

"We're a minute early,"
the first one said. "Trust me, this will work. We'll get the drugs and the
money."

"Hey, what's that right
there?" one asked.

The three men spotted the lit
cigarettes. It was exactly what Gaige needed to have happen. Walking slow, he
and Nate approached the men as they got the fence.

"What the... it's
cigarettes," one of them said.

"Is that a sign?" another
asked.

"Yeah, it is," Gaige
said.

All hell broke loose.

The men turned, drawing their
weapons. Gaige shot once, taking the one closest to him to the ground with a
bullet through his head. Nate shot and one of the two remaining men let out a
groan of pain. The men started to return fire, but they were so flustered and
the shots really weren't aimed. Gaige took a chance and ran forward, tackling
one of the men. He hit the guy in the face with his gun. When the guy tried to
fight back Gaige hit him again and again...

"Stay the fuck down,"
Gaige ordered.

Nate came by Gaige and grabbed the
third man by the shirt. He pulled him to his gun and pointed it right between
his eyes.

Gaige stood up.

"What's the plan?" Nate
asked.

"Pull the trigger," Gaige
said.

That's all Nate needed to hear. The
gun went off, the guy's head snapped back, and when Nate let him go, the guy
collapsed to the ground.

Dead.

That left one guy alive.

Nate pointed his gun to the man and
Gaige grabbed his arm.

"Don't do it," Gaige
said.

"What? Why?"

"Let's send a message,"
Gaige said.

He reached down and grabbed the man
by his shirt. He pulled him up and in the moonlight Gaige could see the blood
rushing down his face.

"You want to run drugs through
Frelen?" Gaige asked.

"Fuck you," the man said.

Gaige slammed his head forward and
connected hard with the man's face. The man cried out.

"Let's try it again,"
Gaige said. "Do you want to run drugs through Frelen?"

"I'm not running shit,"
the man said. "I was just..."

"Nate, help me here."

Gaige let the man's shirt go and he
crashed back to the ground. Nate came with his massive, heavy boot and kicked
the man in the side of the head. The thud was sickening and made Gaige wince.

The man grabbed his face and head.
"Okay, okay..."

"You tell everyone you know
that you don't fuck with Back Down Devil MC. Got it?"

"Fine," the man said.

"You're leaving tonight alive
so you can deliver that message. If I find out you don't deliver that message,
I'm going to find you." Gaige reached to his side and pulled out a long
knife. "Then I'm going to cut out your fucking tongue."

"Okay, man, okay," the
man said.

"Get the fuck out of
here," Gaige said.

The man scrambled to his feet and
limped away, holding his face.

Gaige looked down to the bodies on
the ground and shook his head.

"Fucking scum," Gaige
said.

He crouched down and put his gun
into the hand of the man he shot. When he nodded to Nate, Nate did the same.
There would be no fingerprints from the Back Down Devil MC since Gaige and Nate
were both wearing leather gloves.

Gaige stood and turned. He put a
hand out and Nate took it.

"Nice kill, bro," Gaige
said.

"You too, man."

Gaige went to the fence and grabbed
the two cigarettes. He handed one to Nate and kept one for himself. They were
still lit. Gaige took a deep drag and ran his fingers through his hair.

The night was still young and
Gaige's heart was pumping.

He was in the mood to fight.

two.

 Rachel opened the door to the
apartment balancing two coffee containers and her car keys dangling from her
mouth. Emily rushed to aid her friend, taking the top coffee. She opened it and
sipped it, the hot liquid burning her tongue. Emily didn't care, she needed the
caffeine. She hadn't told Rachel yet, but she hadn
’
t slept much in the past week or so. Not after
finding out the news about her ex-boyfriend. But time would pass and so would
the feelings that kept Emily awake at night. She had already started looking
into another apartment, and if need be, it would be time for a name change.

"What's wrong?" Rachel
asked. "You look wiped out."

"Long days."

"Too much school, girl. You're
going to fry your brain."

Emily smiled and walked away.
Rachel thought Emily was in school to become a psychologist when in reality
Emily worked as a middle woman at an escort service. She paired up women and
men for enjoyable evenings. The hours were bad, the clientele were rich
assholes, but the kickback from it was a lot of cash. More money than Emily
would ever make at a regular job. The company continually offered Emily a
position deeper in the company, meaning she would go out on dates, but Emily
always refused. The money would have been much better though. If she did that
for a year or two, Emily would have enough to live for a long time. She could
float along the coast, live on the beach, and waste away into nothing.

Such dreams for a woman.

"We need to get out of here
tonight," Rachel said.

"What?" Emily asked.

"I'm serious. No more
girls
night
stuff. It's old, Em."

"Old? We get drunk and watch
movies."

"I did that in high
school."

"Yeah, me too," Emily
said.

Rachel sat at the dining room table
and sipped her coffee. "There's something I haven't told you."

"What's that?"

"I've kind of been talking and
flirting with this guy..."

"Whore," Emily said.

"Shut up. Listen to me."

"What happened to waiting for
Bobby?"

"He's in New York. There's no
way he's saving himself for me. We aren't dating. We aren't anything now. He
literally sends me a message online once a week. And most of the time it's
something stupid. Either a quick
HEY!
or something he saw that made him
think of me. You can tell it's forced."

"So you're out shopping,"
Emily said. "Who's the lucky guy?"

"Trust me, it's really nothing
right now," Rachel said. "But he like really wants me."

"Wants you?"

"Yeah. He's kind of honest
about that stuff."

"What? Sex?"

Rachel smiled and nodded. "He
met me and told me he wanted to take me for a ride on his motorcycle and then
bend me over the bike and fuck me."

Emily raised an eyebrow. "He
said that?"

"That was tame. He told me he
wanted..." Rachel bit her lip and blushed.

"What did he say?"

"He told me he wanted to come
all over my sexy ass and then use his tongue to finish me off."

"That's kind of wild. And
maybe gross."

"It should be gross,"
Rachel said. "But it turns me on. Seeing him in leather. The rings on his
fingers. The motorcycle. His black hair and really mean eyes. I mean, this guy
would probably smack me if he wanted to... yet I like it. I want him to do what
he said."

"You want him to bend you over
his motorcycle and let him fuck you?"

"Yes," Rachel said.
"Yes. That's what I want. And everything else. I want to do something
wild."

"You get wild every
weekend."

"But this is dangerous
wild."

Emily stared into her coffee.
Dangerous
wild.
Emily never experienced that... at least not lately. She had run from
dangerous wild
and now hid as best she could to keep it from coming
back.

"What do you think of
fighting?" Rachel asked.

"Fighting? Like... what?"

"Like two guys fighting,"
Rachel said. "You know..." Rachel made fists and puckered her lips.

"Like boxing?"

"No. No gloves. Real
fighting."

"I don't know. Two guys, what,
get drunk and pick a fight?"

"I'm talking about arranged
fights. Illegal fights to bet on. Like secret underground shit."

"You can't be serious."

Rachel stood up. "I am. He
invited me tonight. There's a fight going on."

"The biker guy?"

"His name is Blaine. And if
the size of his hand is any hint at the size of his..."

"Calm down," Emily said.
"You're seriously talking about going to an illegal fight with a bunch of
bikers?"

Rachel's eyes lit up. Emily knew
that look. She once had that look in her eyes, too. That look resulted in the
mess her life had become.

"I really want to have some
fun," Rachel said. "Come on. We'll go and check it out. Watch a fight
or two and then sneak away with some bikers."

"You know these guys are
really intense, right? They don't just ride around on motorcycles. They always
have... some kind of purpose."

"How would you know?"

"I, uh, had to write a paper
on gangs," Emily said. "Like how to explain the mindset of someone
who joins a gang. And there was information on bikers. Those motorcycle clubs
deal with drugs, guns, prostitutes, even murder."

"God, it's so fucking
hot," Rachel said.

"Your father would kill
you," Emily said. "That would really hurt his image."

"I don't care about that. I'm
not going to get married, Em. I just want to do something crazy, so I'll have a
story for the rest of my life. Seeing an underground fight. Sleeping with a
biker. I wonder where he sleeps, you know? How they party. What they do. I
mean..."

"He's really a biker?"
Emily asked.

"Yeah. His jacket said Back
Down Devil Motorcycle Club on it. I saw him a few times now on the main strip.
He
’
d ride by and then
circle around. The rest of the guys kept going. He would stop and say some really
dirty things to me and then leave. Last time he took me by the hand and kissed
it. I swear I started to come right then."

"You're gross," Emily
said.

"I'm begging you."

"Rachel... I thought we
were..."

"I'll go alone then."

"No you won't."

Emily winced. She just gave herself
away. Now Rachel had her.

"I will," Rachel said
with a smile. "I'll go and then you'll be here worrying about me."

"I hate you so much right
now."

"It'll be fun," Rachel
said. "Come on. Hot, sweaty men punching each other. Big, strong bikers
drinking and cheering. Oh, I can smell the testosterone already. It could be
like research for you, right? Seeing shit like that would have to help you with
school."

"Yeah," Emily said.
"I'm sure it'll help so much."

"Then you'll come?"

Emily moved her eyes away from
Rachel.

Going to an underground fight was
stupid. It was dangerous and it was illegal. Nothing good would ever come of
it.

Emily looked at Rachel.

"Yeah, I'll go," Emily
whispered.

Rachel jumped her with a hug and
kissed her cheek. "It's going to be wild."