Crash and Burn

by London Casey

  “Who the fuck are you?” he asked.

  Avery dropped the pizza tray. That’s when Landon made his move. He clamped a hand on the man’s shoulder and turned him back around. A fist connected with the man’s face and blood sprayed all around, almost hitting Avery. The man went to one knee, but Landon wasn’t done.

  “Dumb motherfucker,” Landon said. He ripped the man’s shirt open and grabbed his left arm. “Didn’t get your full tat yet, did you?”

  “I will when I kill you,” he said.

  Landon kicked with a heavy foot, hitting the man in the face. More blood sprayed.

  Avery stood in a state of disbelief, taken back at the scene unfolding in front of her eyes. This was pure violence, the kind she rarely seen before. Landon meant business. This wasn’t a biker in a leather cut, cruising the beach for pizza and pussy. This was real stuff. Then again, Avery told herself she should have known better… she had seen that explosion in the parking lot.

  “I have to settle this,” Landon said. “Don’t fucking leave, sweetheart.”

  Landon put a hand on the back of the man’s neck and lifted him. He walked and forced the man down a set of steps and under the wooden walkway. Avery followed, wanting to see what was going to happen next. It was really turning her on watching Landon beat the hell out of this guy. Nothing seemed to bother Landon; he had no sense of fear in the world.

  As Avery stood halfway down the steps she saw Landon with his hand at the man’s throat, holding him against a wooden post.

  “You fucking pieces of shit are not going to win this,” Landon said. “Sneak attacks at the hospital, fuck you. Running up on me while I’m alone, fuck you.”

  “Fuck you, man.”

  Avery’s eyes widened. She could sense Landon was going to hit the guy again. She gripped the metal railing, wanting it to happen. She wanted to see it. The power, the strength, the…

  Landon moved fast again. He reached to his waist and pulled out a long knife. Before Avery could even attempt to gasp, Landon drove the knife into the man’s gut. He pulled it out, and just as fast, he drove it into the man’s chest.

  The man fell and Landon crouched down. He cleaned the blade with the man’s shirt and then put his knife away.

  Avery had never seen a murder like this before. She’d seen gunshots and drive-bys and all that mess of shit in life, but nothing like this.

  Landon turned and their eyes met. His lip curled and he walked toward her.

  “You’re coming with me, sweetheart,” he ordered.

  “Where?” Avery asked.

  “Wherever the fuck I take you.”

  Avery started to shake. “Are… are you going to hurt me?”

  Landon walked up the steps, put a hand to her wrist, and pulled. “I probably will. I hurt everyone. Deal with it, sweetheart.”

  six.

  Landon felt the breeze on his face and the tight grip of Avery around his waist.

  What the hell was happening right now?

  All Landon wanted to do was take an hour to himself. He wanted a slice of the best damn pizza in the world and then he wanted to cruise around, keeping his eyes open for any bullshit, but mostly to clear his mind. The last thing he signed up for was saving some chick’s life, but she quickly repaid the favor. Then, she watched him kill that scumbag from Eight Under.

  Fuck.

  Landon sped down the road, the beach to his right, the town to his left. He took the road for miles with no real place to go. He couldn’t ride too long, there were a couple phone calls he needed to make. One to the chief to warn him of the dead body near the beach and one to the club to let them know that Eight Under was still playing fucking games.

  The ocean crashed into the rocks with fury while the vast land on the other side of the road could have been a giant graveyard for all Landon cared. Plenty of land to bury all the guys in Eight Under. Plenty of land to bury anyone who messed with the MC. It felt like the days of respect and playing by unspoken rules over. When everyone did as they wanted, without care, it became unruly, and that meant justice needed to be serviced to keep everyone in line. The constant retaliation only spilled more blood and cost more lives. But without retaliation there were no messages sent or received by the enemies. And those enemies seemed to be growing by the day now.

  The road twisted and turned a little until finally Landon felt calm and safe enough to pull over. Landon cut to the right and went off the road. He stopped the motorcycle and killed the engine. He climbed off and then let Avery off. She unclipped the helmet and handed it to him.

  As Landon stared at her, he wanted to be mean. But, damn, this woman was beautiful, considering her hair was a mess, she had no makeup on, and she was wearing old clothes. She pulled it all off easily. The wind from the ocean ripped around them, throwing Avery’s hair around her face.

  Landon reached forward and gently tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ears. That’s when he made the connection. This woman was the one who dropped a motorcycle outside the MC lot just about the time Shay’s car exploded.

  “Are you going to kill me?” Avery asked.

  “Depends. Do I have reason to kill you?” Landon sensed Avery’s fear. “Do I have a reason?”

  “I don’t think so…”

  “Take off your fucking pants,” Landon said.

  “What? No.”

  “It wasn’t a question. It was a fucking order, sweetheart.”

  “I’m not taking off my pants,” Avery said.

  Landon reached down and grabbed the top of her pants. He pulled her against his body.

  Avery slapped Landon across the face. “I said no, asshole.”

  “Slap me again, sweetheart. Come on. Fucking do it.”

  Avery slapped Landon again. Landon pushed on the top of her jeans. The tips of his fingers felt the lacy cloth of her panties. It made him grip harder, wanting to slide his fingers into her panties and explore her.

  “If you don’t take your fucking pants off, I’ll throw you down and rip them off. Then you’ll have to walk around with no pants. Is that what you want?”

  “Just fucking kill me then,” Avery said. “If that’s what you want to do.”

  Landon smiled. “I never said I wanted to kill you. I’m ordering you to take your fucking pants off.”

  “I’ll call for help.”

  Now Landon laughed. “I am the fucking help, sweetheart. Who do you think runs this little town and the surrounding areas? You think anyone can just gut some son of a bitch and leave him there? Are you stupid, or just being a bitch?”

  Avery slapped Landon yet again. Landon didn’t flinch. Instead he reached for one of the biggest rings on his finger. It was black and gold, the letters BDD being the black part. He slid it off his finger and took Avery’s hand. The ring had no chance of fitting on any of Avery’s fingers so Landon put it on her middle finger and then forced her to make a fist.

  “What is this?” Avery asked.

  “Backhand me next time,” Landon said. “Then maybe it’ll actually fucking hurt when you hit me.”

  Avery looked at her hand and then at Landon. “I just want to go then, okay? I won’t tell anyone what you did. You saved my life…”

  “And you saved mine,” Landon said. “That means we’re connected, sweetheart. But I’m still confused as to why you’re here. Don’t think I don’t remember.”

  Avery opened her mouth and Landon put his open mouth to hers. He couldn’t help himself. Standing there with Avery was making him hard. Her lips were thin and looked tasty. His mind forced him to wonder what it would be like to have those thin lips running up and down his shaft… and the only way to chase those thoughts away was to kiss her.

  As Landon kissed Avery, letting his tongue slide over her tongue, tasting its wet sweetness, he put his hand back to her pants. This time he had his fingers in her panties. He felt the smoothness of skin, leading down to her sensual curve. Damn, he wanted to fuck this chick and he wanted to do it now.

 
When Landon felt a sting of pain hit his face, the kiss ended and his hand was out of Avery’s pants and panties. He was taken back for just a second but when he saw how wide Avery’s eyes were and how heavy she was breathing, he laughed. He touched his cheek and it stung a little.

  “Told you that ring would help,” Landon said.

  Avery was shaking. She ripped the ring off her finger and gave it back to Landon. She then stepped back and unbuttoned her pants. She pushed them down to her knees. Landon throbbed. The blowing wind kept teasing him with Avery’s shirt. Her panties were jet black. The way she held her pants at her knees, slightly bent over, it was starting to drive him mad.

  “To your ankles, sweetheart,” Landon said.

  Avery hesitated but complied. That's when Landon saw what he had been looking for. Avery’s left leg was all fucked up. Scrapes, bruises, and cuts. All from dropping a motorcycle

  “You were fucking there,” Landon said.

  “Where?” Avery asked.

  “At the lot. Coming by when the explosion went off…”

  “I know,” Avery said. “That’s why I’m here.”

  Landon hurried to Avery and grabbed her by the waist. His bare hands were against her soft skin. Fuck. He needed to stop thinking of her like this. Right now.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Landon barked.

  “I’m Avery… I was running from someone.”

  “From who? What did you have to do with all this?”

  “Nothing, I swear. That was coincidence.”

  “Fuck that,” Landon said. “There is no coincidence. You were at the right place at the right time. A little diversion, huh? One of our brothers was almost killed because of that explosion. But the bomb went off on the wrong person…”

  “A bomb? What?”

  “Don’t fuck with me,” Landon said. He lifted Avery off her feet.

  “Stop it,” Avery said.

  Landon saw the look in her eyes. That intense look of fear. He put her back to her feet and crouched down. He touched her left leg, running his hands up and down. When his fingers touched her wounds, she winced but didn’t move. Landon touched both of Avery’s legs. His right hand moved up to her thigh. He came across her leg and felt a little muscle. Muscle used for pumping, for thrusting, for fucking.

  Landon kept going. His heart pounded in his chest with anger and confusion. He touched Avery’s panties and let his thumb move along the line of her black panties. When he pressed against her center, he felt the warmth. His thumb sought out the edge of her panties and he pulled. His thumb curled and he was inside her panties now. He touched the wet folds of her body. Avery touched Landon’s hair and he suddenly backed away from her and he stood up.

  “Pick your fucking pants up,” he said.

  Avery’s face was flustered, her mouth open. “What are you going to do now?”

  Landon reached for one of the chains clipped to his belt. He unhooked it and nodded to Avery.

  “I’m going to chain you to my ride while I make a couple calls. Then we’re going to the clubhouse to sort this shit out.”

  “I didn’t do anything,” Avery said. “I swear.”

  “Just listen to me, sweetheart,” Landon said. “My patience is thin.”

  Avery did as she was told. Landon then made her sit on the ground and he chained her to the back of his motorcycle. When he stood again and looked down, he thickened even more. Avery’s arms were a little in the air, wrists together, bound to the motorcycle. She stared at him and for a split second Landon saw himself opening his jeans and taking out his thick cock and letting her taste him.

  That pissed him off even more. This chick could be an enemy to the MC and Landon couldn’t stop thinking about fucking her or having her suck him off.

  He turned and stepped away a few feet and took out his cell phone.

  He needed to make those phone calls.

  And he needed to find a way to stop getting hard when he looked at Avery.

  seven.

  Avery felt the wetness between her legs and knew her cheeks were as red as apples. Just the slightest touch from Landon and she had been brought to the brink of climax. Literally, the fucking edge. Now, sitting with her ass on the ground, her wrists hurting from the chains, her arms tingling from losing blood flow, and staring at Landon’s perfect ass in his jeans, Avery bit her lip and wanted to finish coming. The mess between her legs was not going to go away.

  Yet there was something bigger going on here. Much bigger.

  The explosion at the lot that day had been a bomb. Someone had tried to kill people in the MC Landon was a part of. And now Landon thought Avery was part of it. Avery knew nothing of the MC Landon belonged to other than matching the letters on his ring to the name on the back of his leather cut.

  Back Down Devil.

  What a name.

  Landon turned around and Avery gasped. What a fucking sexy man. He tucked his cellphone away and walked to her. She was in such a submissive position to him.

  “We’re going for a ride now,” Landon said.

  “I had nothing to do with whatever happened to your MC,” Avery said. “You have to believe me.”

  Landon crouched down and looked at Avery. “If I believed everything everyone told me, I’d have been dead years ago. I believe what’s in my heart.”

  “What’s in your heart?”

  “Right now? A lot of shit. Take it for what it’s worth, sweetheart, but you should consider yourself lucky you’re chained to my ride and not chained to a block going to the bottom of the ocean. Understand?”

  Avery nodded. She understood it. Landon had a few cracks in his bad boy demeanor showing. It meant he doubted she had anything to do with the bombing. That was good. It gave Avery a chance.

  “Plus,” Landon said, “I can’t kill you until I get my six hundred bucks back.”

  Landon unhooked the chains and freed Avery. He stood up and she sat, rubbing her wrists. Landon offered his hand and Avery took it. He pulled with strength and brought Avery to her feet with ease. She fell into Landon and had her hands at his arms. His biceps were amazing. She wanted Landon to kiss her again. She hated herself for reacting like she had done before. Hitting him like that. But in that moment, a panicking fear that she would be raped had come over her. It was her body reacting, not her heart.

  “Get the fucking helmet and get on the fucking motorcycle,” Landon ordered.

  Avery was in no position to question anything else so she did as told. She enjoyed sliding her hands around Landon’s body. He fired up the motorcycle and spun around, kicking up dirt and sand. The motorcycle then hit the road and he took off fast. Avery had no idea what to expect now, but she felt somewhat protected. Just in case anyone came looking for her at least she wouldn’t be out in the open and exposed.

  As they went down the road that Avery recognized to be the one where she dumped the motorcycle, her heart raced. Landon hung a left and pulled into the parking lot of the MC. Avery knew that the salvage business was all a cover-up for the MC. Sure, it probably was a real business and made real money, but the real purpose was hidden away. Avery saw a line of motorcycles, perfectly parked and placed. Landon walked the motorcycle backwards to a spot and turned off the engine. Avery took her helmet off and put it on the seat.

  Landon looked at her. “I’ll give you two options. You either stay close with your hand in mine or I wrap your wrist in one of my chains to keep you close.”

  “I’ll hold your hand,” Avery said.

  “Good. Don’t look at anyone and don’t answer any fucking questions.”

  “Okay,” Avery said.

  They entered the clubhouse and Avery looked around. It looked like a big bar, but it wasn’t a welcoming feeling she got. The men in the place were as hardcore as Landon. Leather cuts. Rings. Chains. Eyes like rattlesnakes ready to attack. Beer, whiskey, smoke (cigarettes and other) created the aroma. Women were scattered, all looking around, probably desperate to help one of the men so they could have
a chance to sleep with them. Avery understood some of this atmosphere but definitely not to this extreme.

  As they walked by the bar, Landon shot his hand out and whistled. A bottle of beer slid down to him.

  “Another,” he bellowed.

  A second bottle came. Landon grabbed both bottles and continued to walk. At the end of the hall, Landon stopped and turned to Avery.

  “Have a drink,” he said. “It’s been a crazy afternoon so far.”

  Avery took the beer. “Thanks.”

  “There’s plenty of whiskey and vodka at the bar. We don’t carry any pussy drinks though. You drink hard or go home. If you need anything, you tell me.”

  “Okay,” Avery said.

  “Follow me.”

  Avery lingered behind Landon as he walked down the hallway, drinking his beer. When he stopped and took out a key, he unlocked a door and motioned for Avery to go in first. The first thing she noticed was the naked woman in Landon’s bed. She was face down, covers below her ass. It left Avery shocked for a moment as she stared at the woman’s figure.

  She was beautiful.

  “What the fuck?” Landon asked. He slammed his bottle down and kicked the bed. “Hey. Wake the fuck up. I told you to get the fuck out of here.”

  The woman jumped up and kicked the sheet off the rest of her body. Avery saw the woman’s breasts and saw her left nipple was pierced. When the woman saw Avery she covered her breasts and then looked at Landon.

  “What the fuck did I say?” Landon asked. “Get the fuck out.”

  “I thought I would wait…”

  “If I wanted you to wait I would have ordered it. Get out.”

  “Sorry,” the woman said. She stood and reached for her clothing.

  Avery was still as the woman walked by her.

  “Good luck,” the woman whispered and then disappeared from the room.

  “Close the door,” Landon said to Avery.

  Avery shut the door. Landon grabbed his beer and sat on the bed. He patted the spot next to him and Avery sat down. The smell of smoke, perfume, and sex hung in the air. It turned Avery on.