Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)(9)



Gaige shook his head in disbelief and anger as a small crew took to the circle, all holding guns. When they spotted Gaige and Nate, they pointed and one of the men shouted something in another language.

"Fuck," Gaige said. "Retaliation."

Nate took out his gun and shot. The men then began to unload their guns.

Gaige grabbed Emily and pushed her to the ground. She flew back and crashed to her ass. Gaige drew his gun and started to shoot. No way in f*cking hell some *s were going to start shit like this and not get anything in return.

A bullet hit one of the guys and he stumbled back.

"We have to get out of here, bro," Gaige said. "This is going to..."

The bullets came from everywhere. Gaige jumped off the table, Nate by his side. There was no telling who was actually shooting right now or what their target was. This was turning into chaos.

Motorcycle engines started to fire up as crews tried to get the f*ck out of there.

Emily screamed and Gaige looked up. Blaine was still standing on the table holding Emily's friend. He was shooting his gun. Gaige grabbed his leg.

"Blaine! We have to go!"

"I got this," Blaine yelled. "Fucking *s."

The gunfire continued and Gaige heard the familiar sound of bullets piercing flesh. Blaine started to jump back and then fell from the table.

"Blaine," Nate said.

Blaine's eye were wide. He looked at Gaige and smiled. "I'm alive, bro."

Then Gaige saw at least a dozen bullet holes through Emily's friend's back. He turned toward Emily as a look of horror spread across her face. Her mouth was open, her bottom lip quivering.

"Fuck," Gaige said. He grabbed Emily by the arm. "Come on, Emily, we have to go right now. This is going to get worse before it ends."

"Rachel," Emily said. "Rachel... she's shot..."

Nate stepped behind Emily. "Right now, brother. Make your choice with her."

"Come on," Gaige commanded. "Now."

Emily looked at Gaige and nodded. He lifted her to her feet. She looked at Rachel and Blaine again.

"Go guys," Blaine called out. "I'll be fine."

"Blaine...," Gaige said.

"No, just go." Blaine hugged the dead woman on top of him.

It made Gaige cringe wondering what kind of insane thoughts were running through Blaine's mind right then.

"She's so warm," Blaine said.

"Oh, f*ck," Nate said. "Come on."

Gaige started to move, but Emily kept looking back at her dead friend and felt like dead weight.

"Hey," Gaige called out. He shook Emily. "If you don't start f*cking walking, I'm going to leave you here."

"Okay," Emily said. "Sorry."

Gaige hurried to his motorcycle and handed Emily his helmet. "Put this on and hold tight."

Gunfire continued.

Gaige started his bike and looked back to the table. He saw the men from the circle standing there, machine gun like rifles resting on their shoulders. He feared for Blaine, who was still on the ground with the dead woman on top of him.

Nate took the lead and Gaige peeled out behind him.

The men on the table started to shoot but the bullets missed Gaige and Nate.

They sped down the alley and cut out into traffic in a blur of dangerous moves. Car tires squealed, horns honked, and Gaige and Nate both maneuvered through the evening traffic.

Once far enough from the junkyard, Gaige and Nate ended up next to each other, riding off into the night. The open road in front of them and a destruction of hell behind them.

Welcome to the life of the Back Down Devil Motorcycle Club.





six.



Emily closed her eyes, put her head against Gaige’s back, and wished everything she had just seen would all go away. The body of her best friend, her back riddled with bullets. That scummy biker guy - Blaine - holding her tight on the ground, acting like he didn’t give a shit about her. Of course he didn’t give a shit about her. Bikers didn’t give a shit about anything except themselves and their clubs.

Which made Emily wonder why Gaige was offering her a ride out of the junkyard. The sick cuts left and right on the motorcycle were enough to make Emily want to vomit. At any given second she thought the bike was going to drop and they would slide under a car or truck. It didn’t surprise Emily that Gaige could handle the motorcycle as well as he did, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid the entire time.

When she didn’t think of the two wheeled beast moving at an obscene high rate of speed she could only then think about Rachel. The more she thought about Rachel the more she had to face the fact that her best friend was dead for no reason. Bullets took her life and she did nothing to deserve those bullets.

Emily finally lifted her head just in time to see the see the motorcycle in front of her hang a right as a gate opened. They rode into another compound, this one with a long line of motorcycles and a collection of cars. There was a garage and an old building that read BDD EXPORTS.

The motorcycle in front, ridden by the tall, thick guy, Nate, stopped and he backed into his spot. Gaige got in front of Nate and performed the same action. The motorcycles then stopped. Nate climbed off his bike and stood with his hands in fists, obviously waiting for Gaige to make a move. When Gaige tilted the bike, Emily had no choice but to get off or else she would have fallen.

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