RUTHLESS HOLD (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel)

“You need to really think about the position you're in right now, beautiful. Not just naked in my bed. But in this MC. You want to stay put, you can. Nobody will make you leave. I’ll stay true to my word, with you, protecting you. I won’t touch another woman while you’re here either.”


“Wow. That’s a big deal.”

“Yeah, it is. We’re riding up to the Daurian charter,” Trev said. “The main table. I want you to come with me. It’s a risk, I won’t lie, but it’ll do you good. I can keep you close and protect you.”

“What does this have to do with the letter and picture?”

Trev said, “You’ll figure that out for yourself. You’ll get really pissed off at me, but you’ll understand it. You can stay back here while I’m gone, but if Ethan sniffs around or something happens, I’ll never forgive myself.”

Eden nodded. “Okay. I’ll go with you. I do trust you, Trev. You helped me. You claimed me or whatever.”

“I want you to do something for me.”

“Climb back on top of you?” Eden asked with a grin.

“Soon enough, beautiful. Seriously though. I want you to tattoo me.”

“What?”

“Think about what you’d put on me.”

“Where would you get it?”

Trev looked down and put a finger to the bite wound. “Right here.”

“You’re not kidding.”

“Of course not. I’ve had some serious wild outlaws tattoo me before. But never someone like you, Eden. I want you to do it for me. Think about it.”

“Okay. I would love to do that for you, Trev.”

Trev kissed her. His hands slipped back around her body, to her ass. Eden slowly opened her legs and Trev thrust forward. She felt his thick cock touch between her legs. It made her jump, realizing he was already hard again.

A second later, Trev pulled her back on top of him.

It was time for another wild ride.

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sixteen.



Trev was fourth in line, behind Blaine, Gaige, and Miller. He respected that Miller always led the charge, but he wished there were times when Miller realized how dangerous it was to be in front. Then again, Trev had a set of pretty hands around his body, clutching to his cut. He couldn’t take the lead and take any chances of getting killed, not with Eden on his ride.

Miller cut toward the coast and cruised that way, the ocean to the left, the rest of the damn country to the right. The road twisted and turned as they plowed out of Frelen, into another county, and then beyond. It was also a risk to ride outside Frelen and the Back Down Devil MC jurisdiction. Enemies were always waiting for the MC to come into range. Hell, there were police departments that would love to feast off the MC, drumming any charges they could fit on paper, just to fuck with the club.

Luckily, Miller had made some calls and they were ensured a clear path up to Daurian.

The only bikers they ran into were some of the guys from the Daurian charter as they waited five miles outside their territory. Three of them lined up on the road, creating their own roadblock.

Miller and Gaige pulled up.

Blaine and Trev were side by side, a few feet back.

Miller climbed off his ride and hugged the three men.

Trev knew them all.

Xavier, Cash, and the VP, Jasper.

When Miller hugged Jasper, he saw the way Jasper clung to Miller’s leather cut.

The VP was really hurt by this.

Miller then looked back and waved a finger. That was the cue to keep following.

The three guys led the way into the town of Daurian and to the Back Down Devil MC clubhouse. Their front was an auto parts warehouse, complete with custom car, motorcycle, and any vehicle customization. Their lot was a lot cleaner than the Frelen lot. Their clubhouse was a bar at the end of the road, complete with neon lights, looking somewhere between a total dive and place to get a quick and cheap bite to eat and a quick and cheap fuck.

The Frelen motorcycles lined up side by side.

The Daurian guys all emerged from the bar and walked to their motorcycles. There was one motorcycle unmanned.

Trev climbed off his motorcycle, Eden right next to him. He grabbed her hand.

The door opened again and out came Ripper, the President. He was thick, more fat than muscle, his neck rolls adding up to four now. Last time Trev saw Ripper, he only had three. He was fully bald, tattoos that went up to his ears and stopped there. He took off a pair of black sunglasses and showed off a massive bruise on his left eye.

He stepped forward as Miller stepped forward.

The tension was goddamn instant and Trev worried someone was going to end up pulling out a gun.

The two President’s faced off for a few seconds before they both hugged.

The slaps to each other’s backs were as loud as thunder.

“Motherfucker,” Ripper growled. “Thank you for coming up here for this.”

“Always,” Miller said. He pointed to Ripper’s leather cut. “Same cut, different charter. We’re all family. We’re all brothers.”

Ripper nodded. “Amen to that.”

“What happened to your face?”

“Ambush,” Ripper said. “Clobbered me with a metal pipe. Knocked me the fuck out. When I came to…” He shook his head.

Trev felt the anger bubbling inside him. He didn’t believe that story for a second.

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