Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)(3)



"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 f*cking 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."





three.



Gaige tossed his cigarette away and clapped his hands together. He sat on a picnic table next to Nate and watched the two guys in the middle of the circle. It was a small, raised platform surrounded by cinder blocks. The cinder blocks couldn't be used as weapons, meaning they couldn't be thrown around, but if you were able to get your opponent near one and could slam his head off it... so be it.

The smell of smoke, blood, and booze filled the air. It was intoxicating to Gaige. It was a decent crowd tonight with at least three different crews there placing bets and sending their men into the circle. Fighting wasn't the easiest way to make money unless you were really good at it.

The guys in Back Down Devil MC were really good at fighting.

"These two *s are pussies," Nate said. He drank from a bottle of beer.

"They look afraid of each other," Gaige said.

"Come on," Nate yelled. "Take a f*cking swing."

One of the men swung. The other backed away. But he didn't take a shot.

"What the f*ck was that?" Nate asked. He stood up and let out a bellowing BOO! which attracted plenty of boos from the crowd.

"Hey, f*ck you!" one of the fighters yelled.

Nate sat down and laughed.

"I hope they don't let this drag out," Gaige said. "Call a draw and move on."

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