Outlaw Revenge

by London Casey

  “Give it time,” Gaige said.

  Gaige kissed Emily on the cheek and put his lips to her ear. “Beautiful, go with these guys. You’re safe, I promise.”

  Gaige walked toward Chief Jerry and stood with Miller. Shay and Griffin walked slowly to the clubhouse, leaving Gaige, Miller, and Chief Jerry alone.

  “What do we owe this honor?” Miller asked.

  “Funny how witnesses see one thing but remember another,” the chief said.

  “I see you’re smoking again,” Gaige said. “What’s the old lady think of that?”

  “She doesn’t know,” Jerry said.

  “Long nights with that baby I bet,” Miller said.

  “Beautiful long nights,” Jerry said. “Nothing like being a man who provides for his family. An honest living.”

  “Honest,” Miller laughed. “Nothing in this world is honest.”

  “Yeah. Well, the junkyard over there had some blood in it. Really fascinating shit. Our victim’s blood was there. Other blood, too. Too much for us to afford to test, but I’m sure someone with deep pockets wouldn’t mind. Someone brokenhearted.”

  “Strokner,” Miller said.

  “Bingo. He’s pulling in heat, gentlemen. I’ve done my job as far as I’m concerned. We’re investigating with the resources we have. But Strokner…”

  “You have to stall him,” Gaige said. “Keep him happy with something.”

  “Why?” Jerry asked. “The bikers are going to solve the crime?”

  Miller put a hand up. “No need to get heated here.”

  “That dead girl’s best friend just climbed off the back of your motorcycle, Gaige. What does that say?”

  “That says nothing,” Gaige said. “Our business is private.”

  Chief Jerry nodded. He pushed from the car. “Well, Strokner wants a bigger investigation on this. I can’t speculate much but if he pulls in bigger power…”

  “We get it,” Gaige said.

  “We appreciate your concern,” Miller said. “But I feel our consciences are clear right now.”

  The chief let out a laugh. He tossed his cigarette to the ground and then pulled a mint from his pocket and popped it into his mouth.

  “Gentlemen,” he said. “Have a good day.”

  Once Jerry was in his cruiser, Miller leaned down and smiled. “Just to let you know… we were on a nice ride near the beach and I heard some gunshots. You might want to check that out.”

  Miller patted the roof of the cruiser and walked away. He smiled and then Gaige smiled too. They walked back to the clubhouse together. Gaige looked over his shoulder and saw the chief peeling out of the parking lot.

  Good luck, Chief.

  nineteen.

  Emily’s hands kept shaking. She was stuck between two bikers and she didn’t feel safe. She couldn’t help but feel like someone was going to just walk up and put a gun to her head. In her heart she swore she trusted Gaige and she trusted Back Down Devil MC, but a guy like Max would sacrifice his own life just to make sure Emily was dead.

  “Drink up, babe,” Blaine said. “I’m telling you, it’ll calm your nerves.”

  Emily lifted the shot glass and the whiskey burned her lips the second the liquid touched her. She shook her head.

  “I can’t.”

  “Sure you can,” Blaine said. “It’ll go down hard but that’s just life.”

  “Cheers,” Emily whispered.

  “Cheers, babe,” Blaine said.

  Emily closed her eyes and took the shot. It was horrific and it burned all the way down to her stomach. She groaned and started to cough. Blaine gave her his beer. Emily drank from the bottle and then put it down. She blinked through the tears and looked at a smiling Blaine. There was actually a sense of sincerity in his eyes, for as sick as the man was.

  “I don’t blame you for Rachel dying,” Emily said.

  “Whoa,” Blaine said. “We need another shot.”

  Two fresh shots were placed in front of Emily and Blaine. Emily took the glass and held it up. “Did you hear me?”

  “I heard, baby.”

  Emily took the second shot and it didn’t burn as bad.

  “A third?” Blaine asked as he wiped his mouth.

  “No. No. I can’t.”

  There was a little silence and then Blaine sighed. “You know, I usually don’t give a fuck about much, but I am sorry for what happened. I carried her to her car and set her up. I looked at her. Touched her cheek.” Blaine smiled. “I even cupped one of her breasts, which got me hard.”

  “Fuck,” Nate said. “What’s wrong with you?”

  “I’m being honest,” Blaine said. “The point is… I looked at her and I felt bad for you, Emily. I’m glad you’re here with us. Whatever Gaige promises, he will make good on it.”

  “I believe that,” Emily said.

  “Good. He’s a good fucking guy. I’d take a bullet for him.”

  “I think he’d take one for you.”

  “We’d all take bullets for each other,” Nate said. “That’s what the outside world doesn’t get about it. It’s not about the leather, the motorcycles, the guns, the money… or even the pussy.”

  “Hey, wait a second,” Blaine said.

  Emily laughed.

  “It’s about a brotherhood,” Nate said. He stared down at Emily. “It’s a deep connection.”

  Emily took a shaky breath and flicked the empty shot glass. “One more.”

  “There’s a girl,” Blaine called out and clapped.

  He whistled and then two more shots were poured. Emily grabbed the shot glass and threw it back. Blaine cheered and whistled for her. It was the exact moment when all the shots started to hit her. She let out a deep breath and everything around her looked fuzzy.

  Nate put one of his giant hands over the empty shot glass and put it to the end of the bar. “That’s enough for now.”

  Emily looked at Nate. “You’re not that tough, you know?”

  “Whoa,” Blaine said. “She’s a tough drunk.”

  Nate smiled at Emily. “You’re lucky Gaige has you.”

  “Why’s that?” Emily teased.

  Nate stood up and walked away without responding.

  “Don’t mind him,” Blaine said. “He’s stuck somewhere between here and hell.”

  “Aren’t we all?”

  Blaine laughed.

  Gaige and Miller came into the clubhouse. Miller headed right to the bar while Gaige headed for Emily.

  “Give me those fucking lips.” He kissed Emily and then licked his lips. “Were you drinking?”

  “She took three fucking shots,” Blaine said.

  “Really?” Gaige asked.

  “Need to blur my mind.”

  Gaige frowned. “Yeah, that was a fuck of a day, huh?”

  Emily nodded.

  “You know, one more shot and you could have ended up in bed with Blaine.”

  “Never,” Emily yelled. She looked back at Blaine. “No offense.”

  “Thanks,” Blaine said. “But trust me, babe, if you had it just once…”

  “That’s enough of that talk,” Gaige said as he put an arm around Emily. “Come on, beautiful, let’s go talk.”

  “And fuck,” Blaine added. He stood up too and looked around. “Speaking of which… I smell pussy…”

  “How can he be so gross one second and then kind of be normal the next?” Emily asked.

  “It’s one of the mysteries of the universe,” Gaige said.

  Before Gaige could close the bedroom door, Emily had the urge to fuck him. She rushed at him and grabbed his leather, pulling him in for a kiss. They kissed hard and deep.

  “Whoa, beautiful,” Gaige said, pulling back.

  “No,” Emily said. “Don’t be a fucking pussy, Gaige. Fuck me. Bend me over the bed and fuck me.”

  “Did you just call me a pussy?”

  “Yeah, I did.”

  Gaige lifted Emily off her feet and carried her to the bed. His eyes were on fire. His lip
curled. He was pissed off. Emily touched between his legs. He was hard.

  “Turn the fuck around,” Gaige ordered.

  Emily spun around and Gaige tore at her pants. Just like in the bathroom, he stepped where her pants were down to her knees, taking them the rest of the way down. He slid his hand into Emily’s panties from behind, forcing two fingers between her soft cheeks. He applied pressure at her other hole, making Emily jump and groan.

  “You like that?” Gaige asked.

  “Just fuck me,” Emily said. “Please.”

  Gaige’s fingers continued down and around Emily’s sexist curve. He forced his two fingers into her wet pussy, massaging her tender walls. Emily threw her head and hair back.

  “Everyone’s going to hear you,” Gaige said.

  “I don’t care.”

  He ripped Emily’s panties completely off her legs, and forced her to bend over. She looked back as Gaige unzipped his jeans.

  “Just do it,” Emily said. “Bare…”

  “Beautiful, I’m not going to be a fucking father…”

  “Pull out and cover me,” Emily said.

  She couldn’t believe what she was saying. The whiskey rolling through her veins made her feel wild. Looking at Gaige’s sexy face and then his perfect cock turned her on even more.

  Gaige stroked himself once and then pressed his thickness to her body. With a grunt and a thrust, he was inside Emily. Losing her breath for a moment, Emily managed a couple weak whimpers before her breath came back and she cried out.

  When she felt Gaige’s hands come down against her ass hard, the pain was sent through her body, mixing with the pleasure. Gaige gripped her hips tight and started to pump at her. The deep and thorough thrusts brought Emily to orgasm within seconds. As she squeezed and pulled at Gaige, he groaned.

  “Fuck, beautiful, you’re going to make come already,” Gaige said.

  “Then do it,” Emily said.

  She thrust herself back at Gaige. The sex became hotter, faster, and harder. The sound of Gaige’s body colliding with her was almost as intoxicating as the whiskey shots. Each time Gaige came forward Emily had no choice but to scream. The pleasure was just too much to let go to waste.

  Emily had her head down, her eyes shut, taking Gaige over and over. The whiskey had her drunk and Gaige fucking her made her feel high. As Gaige sped up even more, she felt him thickening, ready to explode.

  Gaige groaned and suddenly pulled himself from Emily’s body. Gaige’s cock began to spill all over her. She felt the warm thickness spread across her ass as tears filled her eyes. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Gaige continued to groan as he stroked himself, releasing more and more of himself onto her body.

  “Oh, fuck,” Gaige finally said with an exhaled. “That was fucking great.”

  Emily nodded. She sucked in air and knew it was a dead giveaway that she was crying.

  “Look at me, beautiful,” Gaige said.

  Emily shook her head.

  Gaige reached for Emily’s shoulders and pulled her up. Emily felt Gaige’s warm release run down her ass. It tickled yet felt good at the same time. Gaige turned her around and looked shocked.

  “You’re crying,” he said. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” Emily whispered.

  He tucked himself into his pants and zipped them up. He then rushed for a towel and gave it to Emily to clean herself up with. The tears wouldn’t stop coming as she wiped Gaige’s orgasm off her ass. It was extremely awkward, but Emily couldn’t control it. Gaige stood with his arms folded, watching Emily lift her jeans over her bare ass since he destroyed her panties.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Just everything got to me at once,” Emily said. “The whiskey. The thoughts. You inside me.”

  “Fuck, you are an emotional drunk, beautiful,” Gaige said. He gently touched Emily’s waist and pulled her close. “I don’t know what to say right now. This is because of that shooting.”

  “It’s everything,” Emily said. “I saw two people die… one of them my best friend. Her father is going to hurt you, probably me too. And then Max…”

  “No, this is bullshit,” Gaige said. He held Emily out by her shoulders. “This is fucking bullshit. Nobody is going to make you live in fear.”

  “Too late,” Emily said as she forced a tearful laugh of disgust. “I can’t stop thinking or seeing or…”

  Gaige put a hand to Emily’s mouth and he growled. He slowly slid his thumb along her lips. Emily saw the intensity in his eyes. She had started to cross a delicate line, challenging Gaige’s ability to protect her.

  “If you don’t fucking trust me, then you need to go. I’ll have Blaine take you home and I’ll keep someone near you. But I’m not going to listen to this. I’m sorry for what happened today but that’s our business. People want to hurt us, kill us, all because of who we are. We fucking deal with it. Same goes for you, if you’re going to be here with us.”

  Emily nodded. “I’m so sorry… I ruined this… with us…”

  Emily’s head was still spinning. Her body tingled with a pleasure filled warmth, thanks to Gaige, yet her mind kept finding ways to ruin it.

  Gaige finally pulled Emily close and held her tight. She continued to cry, unable to control herself. This was going to take time, whether she had it or not, that didn’t matter.

  When Gaige released his hold on Emily, he sat on the edge of the bed. He put his hands to his face and took a deep breath.

  “I wish I could tell you it gets easier with each bullet. Each death. But it doesn’t. I’m swinging fists to stay alive. It’s not about looking cool and having fun. This is what I have to offer the world.” Gaige sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I lost the care to cry a long time ago, so I’m sorry if I can’t sympathize with you, Emily, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. Because I do. Fucking hell, beautiful, I care about you. You have the comfort of my bed and my arms. My two wheels to take us away when we need to ride. It’s my world and I want you in it. But you have to fully trust me and you have to trust the club. There’s going to be bullets and blood, Emily, I can’t control that.”

  Emily wiped her eyes and slowly sat down next to Gaige. The seriousness of the conversation didn’t make Emily feel any more sober. If anything, though, it her Emily feel closer to him. Falling for him meant falling hard and fast. Falling for him meant pain.

  Emily laid her head on Gaige’s shoulder. He reached and touched her cheek.

  “I can’t believe you’re so fucking drunk right now,” Gaige said.

  Emily laughed. “Blame Blaine.”

  “I do. You’re lucky you didn’t end up in his bed.”

  “I think that’s the scariest place in the world.”

  “Yeah, probably.” Gaige turned and looked at Emily. “I will kill Max for you. But I have something else I want to tell you…”

  “What?”

  Gaige’s face was stern as he looked at Emily. “You’re going to be there. You’re going to see it happen.”

  Emily wasn’t sure how to actually process those words. She felt dumbfounded. She blinked and a stray tear fell from her eye.

  “I’m going to…”

  Gaige nodded. “Yes. I’m going to show you that Max is dead. I’m going to prove my promise to you, beautiful.”

  “I believe you,” Emily said. “I don’t need…”

  “You do,” Gaige said. He took Emily’s hand. “I want you to look into his eyes and see the fear he made you feel, because when his life ends, so does the fear. For good. Got it?”

  Emily slowly nodded. This man was going to kill someone for her.

  “Now fucking kiss me,” Gaige said.

  Emily moved to Gaige and kissed him. Hard. Fast. Drunk kisses that were filled with passion and emotion that Gaige may not have understood, but Emily did.

  She was in love with him.

  twenty.

  Gaige lined
up the eight ball with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Blaine stood at the corner pocket, slowly unzipping his pants. Gaige smiled and shook his head.

  “Does nothing for me,” Gaige said. “Or to me.”

  “Fine,” Blaine said.

  Gaige eyed Blaine as he snapped his fingers at a reliever on the couch. She took her shirt off and turned around, cupping her bare breasts. She walked to the pool table and bent down. She pinched her own nipples and tried to tease Gaige with a show.

  Focused on the eight ball, Gaige shot and the ball hit and sunk with ease.

  “Game,” Gaige said.

  He tossed the pool stick to the table and took the cigarette from his mouth. He grabbed his beer resting on another corner pocket of the table and drank from it.

  “Fuck, bro,” Blaine said. He put his arm around the reliever and pointed to Gaige. “You’re in love, bro. That’s what this shit is.”

  “Say that again?” Gaige asked.

  “I’ve got a fucking sexy bitch here, shaking her tits, and you manage to make the shot. What the fuck is that?”

  “Focus,” Gaige said.

  “Fuck that. You’re pussy whipped.”

  Gaige opened his mouth and from the corner of his eye he saw Emily at the bar next to Nate. She was sipping a beer. He smiled when he saw her.

  “Look at that face,” Blaine said. “Pussy whipped.”

  “I have a pussy you could whip,” the reliever chimed in.

  Gaige laughed and watched Blaine grab her by the mouth and smile. “Yeah? You want me to take care of that pussy?”

  They retreated to wherever they were going. Gaige leaned against the pool table and finished his smoke and beer. He couldn’t keep his eyes off Emily. Yeah, she was fucking beautiful. Yeah, he really felt for her, but he wasn’t fucking pussy whipped. That wasn’t Gaige’s style. Not now and certainly not ever. So why did he suddenly want to kill for her?

  Gaige finished his beer and left it on the pool table. Someone would clean it up for him. Gaige walked to Nate and gave him a shove. Nate and Emily looked back at Gaige.

  “Need to talk to you, bro,” Gaige said. He looked at Emily. “Stay here.”

  Emily nodded.

  Nate stood and Gaige started to walk. He led the way to the meeting room. When he opened the door, the table was empty. To think about the lives spared and the lives taken based on the decisions that had been made in was intense.