AN OUTLAW MONSTER (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel)

by London Casey

“Can you clean this?” Peter asked Trev.

  “It’s already taken care of,” Trev said.

  I refused to take my hands off Trent’s body. I clutched tight to his leather cut and he held me.

  “Brother, you’re bleeding,” Cash said. “That shoulder looks nasty.”

  “I’ll call a doctor,” Jasper said.

  “No,” Trent said. “There’s one more thing to do here.”

  When he said it, there was no need for more explanation.

  “Okay, brother,” Jasper said.

  “We can still approach the O’Nuall family,” Trev said.

  “No. My father betrayed me worse than ever in his life or mine. He used me and set this up.” Trent looked back at Daxton’s body on the ground. “Fucking scum. All of them.”

  “How do we prove this to them?” Austin asked.

  “I’ll call Garvan,” Trent said. “I’ll put the phone on speaker and do what needs to be done.”

  “What if he runs?” Jasper asked.

  “Got that money, Prez?” Trent asked Trev.

  “Yeah, I do,” Trev said.

  “The old man will never walk away from money. I’ll tell him we settled up with Daxton. He’ll buy it. It’s money. He needs it.”

  “I’ll go with you,” Cash said.

  “No,” Trent said. “I ride alone on this one. I don’t want to spook him. The second he sees me and Harlee…”

  “Cash rides with you,” Trev said. “My order. But when you get close, he’ll hang back. What just happened with Night Soul is going to come back at us hard. Once we’re all back at the clubhouse, I’ll make the call to Rocco.”

  When Trev put his sunglasses on, the meeting was over.

  Trent turned to face me. His hands ran up my shoulders and he cupped my face. “I’ll never forgive myself for trusting your protection with someone else. I’ll never make that same mistake again.”

  “You didn’t do anything wrong,” I said. “I’m alive. And Daxton’s gone. I can be happy now. As long as I’m with you, Trent.”

  “Darling, I’m the fucking monster. I’m the fucking enforcer. Not even a bullet can stop me. You’ll always be with me. I’ll always be with you. Why don’t you ride with someone back to the clubhouse?”

  “No,” I quickly said. “That asshole tried to have me killed. I want to know, Trent. I want to be there. I don’t want to see it, but I want to feel it.”

  I figured Trent would fight back at me for it. Instead, he put his lips to mine. We kissed over and over. The guys started to whistle. Cash made some joke that if we made out longer than five minutes he’d jerk off to us.

  I didn’t care.

  I had Trent’s mouth against mine. I had his hands at my back, lifting me up, our bodies tight together.

  It was best kiss of my life.

  It was our last kiss before we went to kill his father.

  **

  We pulled up to the house, the engine of the motorcycle like thunder, meaning we were unable to sneak up on Tom. I really didn’t think for a second Trent wanted to sneak up on his father. I could feel the rage and hurt pouring from his body. Part of me wanted to say something to Trent and stop this from happening. I feared he’d carry a heavy guilt and regret for the rest of his life. But then again, all that had happened…

  Trent turned off the motorcycle and hurried off. He took the bag off my back, which was full of cash. He put a hand to my face and just stared for a few seconds. His thumb then grazed my lip and he nodded.

  There were no words spoken.

  Trent turned and walked to the house.

  At the front door, he lifted up the back of his leather cut and stuck a gun in the back of his jeans. He then covered it up and my sight was the Back Down Devil MC name and skull logo.

  The door started to open and Trent pushed himself inside and slammed the door shut.

  I had no idea what was being spoken inside the house. I looked over my shoulder and saw the other guys up the road, sitting there on their motorcycles. They really were a family together. Always there to protect each other, even if they didn’t always agree and get along. And I was now part of that family. Trev had put a lot on the line to save me from Daxton. The easiest thing to do in that situation would have been to ignore me and let me go. But Trent and the MC decided against that.

  I looked down at the ring on my finger and thought about what Trent had said.

  I was the right woman to wear it?

  That meant he really wanted to… marry me?

  I gushed a little thinking about it. That part of life never seemed to make sense to me and it never seemed like it would come. Sadly, somewhere in my mind I envisioned myself settling and doing it over and over, hoping to find something that felt right.

  Then I met Trent.

  He was everything. He was right.

  I placed my hand to the leather seat on his motorcycle.

  Today was just the beginning for both of us. The craziness. Kidnapping. Fights. Murder. Money. But yet I wouldn’t change it for anything else. He was going to be my monster and my enforcer.

  It was going to be a wild life together. Each day could be our last day. Was that terrifying? Yes. But it just meant whatever days we had together we had to make the best of them.

  The door to the house opened and Trent came walking out. He was stone faced and charged down the steps, toward me. When he reached out the bag of money to me, nodding, I smiled at him.

  “Trent, you have blood on your wrist,” I said.

  “Shit,” he said. He wiped the blood away. “Thanks, darling.”

  I put the bag of money on my back and Trent climbed on the motorcycle. My hands slid around his beautiful and strong body. I inhaled the smell of his leather cut. Between my thighs, I quivered, wanting him.

  He turned his head and I forced my chin to his shoulder.

  “You okay, Harlee?” he asked.

  “With you, I’m perfect,” I said.

  “Good.”

  “Where to now, Mr. Monster?”

  “Look in front of you, darling. We’ve got the open road. We’ve got freedom. Nothing else in the world matters.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong,” I said.

  “Yeah?”

  “Freedom is great. I think love is better.”

  Trent half smiled. The sexiest man I’d ever met. A man that saved me from killing one of his brothers. A man who put trust into me that nobody had ever before. A man who put everything he had into me, giving me a feeling I never had before.

  “I love you, Trent,” I said.

  “I love you, Harlee,” he said.

  He started his motorcycle and we rode off together.

  The thunder of the motorcycle engine compared nothing to the thunder in our hearts.

  thirty-seven

  (trent)

  Her pretty little lips were wrapped tight around my cock. Every time she pulled back, those lips eased over the head of my cock, making me groan and thrust at her. Her hands clawed at my legs, pulling at me, wanting me to fuck at her.

  No problem, darling.

  I eased forward, knowing the power of my lower body and the size of my cock. I didn’t want to hurt her. I moved back and forth, reaching a point where I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself. Fuck, I didn’t want to stop myself. I was standing in the middle of the living room in our new apartment. I wore nothing but my leather cut. Harlee was butt naked, on her knees, her beautiful eyes looking up at me, begging me to come in her mouth.

  What a way to christen the new place, huh?

  I sucked in a breath and reached for her slender shoulders. My fingertips touched and pulled.

  Just a little deeper…

  Fuck, it was sexy to watch her test herself with my length. The way she shut her eyes and came forward, taking that extra inch or two. She held there, forcing her tongue to move against the bottom of my shaft before pulling back and off me. She then let out a few heavy breaths, her right hand scaling my cock up and ba
ck.

  Then she went right back to work.

  Those fucking lips moving back and forth on the head of my cock. Her fucking hand gripping at the root of my cock, stroking me. Pumping me, wanting me to just go.

  “Fuck, darling,” I groaned. “That tight mouth is wild.”

  Harlee let out a groan. That’s what set me off.

  My legs tightened and a deep growl formed in my throat. When I let go, fuck…

  Harlee pulled those lips over the head of my cock just as I started to come. She looked surprised for a quick second and then devoured me, sliding down my pulsing shaft. Spurt after spurt collected into her sweet mouth as she held then, gently sucking me, her hand viciously pumping at my shaft.

  Goddamn, the sight and feeling were nothing short of perfect.

  Even after I was finished, Harlee wasn’t. I hated when women pulled away and thought they were done. I wasn’t the kind of outlaw that shot his load and was done. Fuck no. That was just me warming up. And Harlee knew that.

  She put her hands back to my legs and slowly tortured me, sliding her mouth up and down my cock a few more times before finally pulling away from me. She then climbed to her feet and stood before me, beautiful naked. Normally I would have ravaged the woman in front of me. No time to waste, you know? But with Harlee, it was like time stood still.

  I touched her shoulders and ran my hands down to her hands. I interlocked my fingers to hers. Of all the places to touch on that body of hers, I went for her hands. She was the greatest dream.

  The blowback from the Night Soul was just starting. The bloodbath was being heavily investigated by the local PD. The O’Nuall family wasn’t happy with us but they got their money and they got proof that I had taken care of my father. The Russians were soaring through Nevada, raising a new kind of hell. The guys down in Frelen were on guard, ready for whatever was going to happen next.

  For me, it was sort of all about beginnings. I had been dealing with the reaper on my ass for years. I had been looking to the end of it all. Harlee showed me that beginnings were real and, goddammit, I embraced it.

  I broke my hold from her hands and grabbed her waist. She quickly peeled my leather cut off me and jumped into my arms. Her legs were tight around my body, a smile on her face.

  “Where do you want it now, darling?” I asked her.

  “Shower. Fuck me in the new shower, Trent.”

  I didn’t take orders from women… but when a woman as beautiful as Harlee gives an order like that, you fucking listen.

  So I did.

  I walked her to the shower and we fucked until the hot water ran out. I made a mental note to complain to the landlord about that.

  When the hot water ran out I took her to the bed.

  I thrust deep into her body and ran my lips over her left breast. Her nails latched onto the back of my head as she cried out. I almost felt bad for the neighbors.

  When we finished - again - I rolled to my side and held Harlee tight. She kissed my chest and we were a tangled mess of sweat, shower water, sex hanging low like a cloud. My fingertips explored every inch of her body as we lay there in silence.

  My life was deadly. My life was dangerous.

  Holding Harlee… naked in bed… after hot sex… my life was perfect.

  **

  I sat in a chair and two strippers were next to me. They were topless but I didn’t look at them. Well, not right then. Harlee had sat on my lap while the two women danced themselves naked. When they touched Harlee and teased her, it made my cock wildly hard. I couldn’t help but wonder if a day would come when Harlee and another woman or two would be joining me in bed.

  Trev stepped forward and lifted a bottle of whiskey. “Okay, now we’re ready for the big moment. I was supposed to be marrying these two but they’ve quietly asked to hold off on the marriage for right now. I can respect that. Harlee wants the perfect wedding dress. And Trent just wants to fuck as a free man.”

  The club let out a cheer.

  “Easy now,” I said. “Don’t get me in trouble.”

  “I got dibs on the two naked women,” Cash said. “Right, ladies?”

  “Hey, not to be a complete ass here,” I said, “but can the naked women take off? This is about Harlee, not fake tits.”

  “Hey,” Cash snapped. “Tits are tits, man. Don’t worry, ladies, I think you’re both beautiful.”

  Cash whistled for a prospect to take them to his room.

  Trev then grabbed a chair and slid it into the middle of the floor. There was a table there too. Our buddy - River - was the best tattoo artist in the world. He downed a shot of whiskey and put on black rubber gloves. He started to get himself set up as Trev kept talking.

  “Tonight, Harlee becomes Trent’s old lady. Officially. She’ll wear his ink and she has his ring. We’ve protected her throughout all this bullshit but tonight she becomes part of our family.”

  The club clapped for Harlee. She grabbed at my hand tight. I looked at her and we kissed.

  Trev and Jasper had wanted to marry us tonight but I managed to talk them out of it. They knew we were still getting everything in order. I didn’t want Harlee to be tossed in the middle of the clubhouse and married to me. Shit, the woman deserved to live out at least one dream in her life. I wanted to give her the dream wedding. Was that pathetic for an outlaw like me to say? Maybe. But Harlee was worth it.

  Trev put out shot glasses and poured shots for the entire club, including Harlee. He then poured a shot of water and gave it to Eden. Eden touched her very round belly and smiled. I had a vision of Harlee looking like that someday. Carrying our child. Goddamn. What had happened to the monster?

  I looked at Harlee and we kissed.

  We held our shot glasses and it was time for the best man to speak.

  Duke rose up and looked around the room.

  I thought it seemed a little fitting to ask Duke to be my best man. Shit, I had an entire MC who were all my best men. But all things considered, I asked Duke out of respect and love for him and what he’d done.

  Duke lifted his shot glass and then brought it to his nose. He sniffed it a few times and looked right at Harlee. “Just making sure it’s not poisoned.”

  The entire MC erupted with a deep OOhhh sound.

  Hell, even I laughed a little at that one.

  “No poison,” Harlee said. “You’re better off suffering alive, Duke.”

  “Damn,” Jasper said.

  “Being serious for a second,” Duke said. “I’m honored to stand here as the best man for… for this tramp stamp.”

  “Fuck, brother,” I said. “Don’t call it that.”

  Duke laughed. “That’s what it is, man. But it’ll look good on Harlee. She’ll be wearing your ink and she’ll be in your heart. Then you two will get married and she’ll be knocked up in no time.”

  “Bigger tits!” Cash called out and whistled.

  Harlee smirked but inched closer to me. She was getting uncomfortable. But she had to stick up for herself though. I nudged my knee to hers and nodded.

  “You’ll never see them, Cash,” Harlee said. “I only show them to real men and real outlaws.”

  The guys all ooohhh’ed again.

  Cash opened his legs. “Sweetie, you couldn’t take what I have to give.”

  “Wait,” Harlee said. “Before you unzip your pants… anyone have binoculars or something?”

  I clapped my hands together. “She’s got your number, Cash.”

  “I’ll take my dick out right now,” Cash said.

  “Oh, that’s okay,” Harlee said. “There’s already a needle over there to tattoo me.”

  The entire clubhouse went silent. Cash’s jaw dropped. He slowly shut his mouth and nodded.

  “I like her,” he said. “I really like her. But for the record, my dick is huge.”

  “With that said,” Duke cut in, “I say we get this night moving again. Everyone drink, dance, fuck, whatever. We celebrate our club, our families, our President and his old
lady, who is getting closer every day to giving birth to another outlaw.”

  “Not quite,” Eden said. “We’re having a girl.”

  “Holy shit,” I said. I looked at Trev and started to laugh.

  You’re so screwed, Prez.

  Everyone got up and hugged Trev and Eden. A bunch of renegade criminals, blood and death on our hands and souls, and there we were touching Eden’s belly. No matter what anyone called us, we’d protect that little girl in Eden’s stomach for the rest of our lives. She had no idea what she was being born into.

  A few minutes later, Harlee straddled a chair and I sat across from her. The whir of the tattoo sounded and her face turned bright red.

  “Does it hurt?” she asked me.

  “It’s like me, darling,” I said. “It hurts for a few seconds but then it feels fucking great.”

  I touched Harlee’s face and kissed her. I felt her jump when the needle touched her the first time. After that, we just kept kissing. Noise all around. The world spinning. Hell waiting outside the clubhouse to try and make its way in again.

  But with Harlee kissing me, none of that shit mattered.

  I found my reason to be a monster. I found my reason to be an enforcer.

  Fuck, I found my reason to be an outlaw… and a man.

  I cannot believe you’re reading this. No, seriously. When the Frelen Charter of BDD MC came to an end, that was supposed to be it. Then I snuck out another book - Ruthless Hold. That book broke the top 100 in the entire Kindle store! It held at #51 for a little bit… and my mind was spinning out of control.

  I won’t lie: I always had a dream of expanding beyond Frelen. That’s why some of the guys from Daurian appeared in Ruthless Hold. Then I tossed the idea out there… what about another charter? 12 more books? The response was instant and explosive.

  So, this is all your doing, not mine. You, the reader, have created this world for me to exist in. I’ll never find the right words to thank you enough so I’ll just keep writing. This is going to be the greatest ride of my life. I can feel it. We have at least a year and a half together in this charter. So buckle up and get ready for it.