SAVAGE LOVE (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) (31 page)

three.

Gaige tossed his cigarette away and
clapped his hands together. He sat on a picnic table next to Nate and watched
the two guys in the middle of the circle. It was a small, raised platform
surrounded by cinder blocks. The cinder blocks couldn't be used as weapons,
meaning they couldn't be thrown around, but if you were able to get your
opponent near one and could slam his head off it... so be it.

The smell of smoke, blood, and
booze filled the air. It was intoxicating to Gaige. It was a decent crowd
tonight with at least three different crews there placing bets and sending
their men into the circle. Fighting wasn't the easiest way to make money unless
you were really good at it.

The guys in Back Down Devil MC were
really good at fighting.

"These two assholes are
pussies," Nate said. He drank from a bottle of beer.

"They look afraid of each
other," Gaige said.

"Come on," Nate yelled.
"Take a fucking swing."

One of the men swung. The other
backed away. But he didn't take a shot.

"What the fuck was that?"
Nate asked. He stood up and let out a bellowing
BOO!
which attracted
plenty of boos from the crowd.

"Hey, fuck you!" one of
the fighters yelled.

Nate sat down and laughed.

"I hope they don't let this
drag out," Gaige said. "Call a draw and move on."

"If this keeps up I'm going in
there and knocking both of them out."

"I'll put a thousand on
that," Gaige said.

The slow fight continued. One of
the men landed a punch to the gut. Then a punch to the face that sounded more
like a bitch slip than a solid fist.

"Hey brothers."

Gaige jumped down from the table
and hugged Blaine.

"How did your meeting
go?" Blaine asked.

"All done. Two dead and the
third was sent away with enough injuries to scare the rest."

Blaine slapped Gaige in the face.
"Such a tough guy. I remember when you were just a punk kid roaming the
streets."

"That was probably right
around the time you took your last shower," Gaige quipped.

Blaine sniffed his jacket and
shrugged. "That's years of pussy, brother. I can't wash that away."
He winked and took a sip of his beer.

"Oh, come on!" Nate
yelled. "Hit someone. Fuck."

"What's up with Nate?"
Blaine asked.

"He's fired up," Gaige
said. "I think he wants in."

"I'll put money on it,"
Blaine said.

"I told him I'd put a grand on
him fighting the two fucks in there now."

"Thousand?" Blaine asked. "I'm in."

Blaine turned and whistled. A short
man with a notebook hustled to him. He collected money, gave the odds, and took
care of the payouts. With him were two big men with sawed off shotguns, just to
make sure nobody got out of line.

"We have some action for
you," Blaine said.

Gaige punched Nate in the leg.
"Blaine's betting on you."

"About fucking time,"
Nate said. He stood up and whistled. It was like a freight train, calling
attention to everyone, including the fight in the circle. "You two are
fucking pussies!"

"Fuck you," the men
yelled.

"How 'bout you two fight a
real man?" Nate offered. "Two on one. Just like my buddy and I tag
teamed your fucking mother last night."

One of the men jumped up on the
cinder blocks and threw the middle finger. "Come on. Come on, asshole. Get
in here."

Nate slowly took his rings off
while staring down the two men in the circle.

"Bro, you getting in?"
Gaige asked.

Nate handed Gaige his rings. He
cracked his knuckles and smiled. "I'm going to fucking kill these
two."

Gaige whistled as Nate jumped down
to the ground. The crowd parted as Nate unclipped the chain off his jeans and
rolled it up. He handed that to Gaige too. He removed his leather cut, leaving
him in a black t-shirt.

Nate walked to the circle as
another man jumped into the middle. This guy was more or less the referee of
the fights. He made sure the fights started fair and ended when they needed to.
After all, this was a bunch of bikers, they could beat someone to death because
it was fun to do.

Once in the circle, Nate stood with
his hands balled into fists. Gaige stood on the picnic table and Blaine joined
him.

"Think he can do this?"
Blaine asked.

"I hope so," Gaige said.
"He's pissed because I let that third guy live. He's hungry for a fight.
Me too."

"Oh yeah? You jumping in
next?" Blaine asked.

"I'd like to. Still haven't
found someone to fight though."

"Eh, I'm sure you will. This
place is crawling with fucking losers. Right?" Blaine swatted the back of
the head of the person in front of him. The guy looked back and up at Blaine.

"What the fuck?" the guy
asked.

"Fuck you," Blaine said.
He kicked the guy in the mouth. The guy stumbled and Blaine laughed.

"Christ, man," Gaige said.
"Relax."

The referee gave some rules and
then backed away. The rules were a formality and if they weren't followed, it
would be open season on the guy breaking the rules. There was a certain respect
that came with fighting. Even if it was mostly about setting grudges or getting
revenge.

Nate was massive compared to the
two guys. His shoulders were a mile wide. His face cut like stone. The other
guys looked like scrawny wannabe bikers.

"He's going to fucking rock
them," Gaige said. He started to clap. His heart was racing for this.

"Take your best shot,"
Nate said. "Each of you."

"Yeah? That's what you
want?" one of the men taunted.

Nate spit in the guy's face and
then laughed. The man came forward and socked Nate in the face. Nate took a
step back and then spit a chunk of blood to the ground. He nodded.

"That was weak. Pussy."
He looked at the other man. "Your turn."

"Come on, fight me," the
man said.

"I'm tired from bending your
mother over last night."

"My mother's dead," the
man said.

"Then it must have been your
old lady. Man, did she stink..."

The man screamed and ran at Nate.
Nate threw a fist and connected with the guy's face. His head snapped back and
he collapsed to the ground. He was out cold. The entire crowd let out a cheer.

"Holy fuck," Blaine said.

The other man took a step back.

"Running?" Nate asked.

Nate moved at him and threw a left
fist. It hit the guy in the face, leaving him in shock. Nate then unleashed a
hellish fury of fists. He started with the guy's gut and pounded his way up.
Fist after hard fist, Nate grunting each time. Finally, with the guy rocking
back and forth Nate made a big fist and held it up.

"Get him!" Blaine
screamed.

"He'll kill him," Gaige
said. He almost felt bad for the guy. Almost.

Nate swung one last fist, a wicked
uppercut that took the guy off his feet for a couple seconds. The guy came down
hard on one of the cinderblocks and as the crowd
ooohhh'd
and cheered,
two guys rushed to the guy's aid.

Just like that, the fight was over.

Nate turned, spit more blood on the
ground and then raised his fists. The crowed erupted in cheers as Nate walked
back to the picnic table.

"We just cleaned up
nice," Blaine said.

"Yeah, we did," Gaige
said. He jumped from the table and hugged Nate. "Fucking sick, brother.
They didn't stand a chance."

"Nope," Nate said. He
licked his teeth and spit more blood.

"Take my beer," Blaine
said. "You made some money for me. I think I'll hit the strip
tonight."

"Renting pussy?" Gaige
asked.

"Best kind," Blaine said.
"Unless my little friend shows up..."

Gaige handed Nate back his chain
and rings. There was already a small gathering of women lurking, all wanting to
take part of licking the wounds of the winners of the fights.

"I think you just secured your
night, bro," Gaige said and laughed.

"Yeah. Now it's your
turn."

"Yeah," Gaige said.

He turned and saw a tall, thick
biker standing like some kind of statue. He had a black leather cut with IDD
written across the back of it, tattoos all over his arms, a wide stance, and
his thumbs in his pockets. It pissed Gaige off.

"Push me," Gaige said to
Nate.

He smiled and Nate nodded. Nate
tossed Gaige into the biker.

"What the fuck, asshole,"
the biker said as he caught his balance.

"Fuck you," Gaige said.

The man made a fist and punched Gaige
in the face, rings and all. The searing pain of the punch forced Gaige a few
steps back.

"Whoa," Nate said.

"It's good," Gaige said.
"Really good." He touched his bloody lip and smiled. "Want to do
that again?" he asked the biker.

The biker showed his fist and the
smear of blood on one of his rings. "Yeah. Let's do this."

"Perfect," Gaige said. He
turned and faced Nate. Now it was Gaige's turn to take off his rings, his
chain, his leather cut, and even his t-shirt.

"Looks like you've got your
fight now," Nate said. "Could you have picked someone a little
bigger?"

Gaige smiled. "He better
fucking kill me, bro. If not, I'm going to keep getting back up until he's
down."

Gaige didn't need to be cocky or
confident... he was that crazy and that tough.

four.

"I can't believe we're doing
this," Emily said as she sat shotgun in Rachel's sports car.

The windows were down and the cool,
salty air felt good against her skin. Emily
’
s
hair danced all over the place and she had given up trying to fix it a few miles
ago.

"It's fun," Rachel said.
"Tough bikers duking it out. Plus, you need to get laid, girl."

"What?"

"I'm sorry, but you do. You
haven't had a date in months. I mean, when was the last time you had sex?"

"Two nights ago."

"Without battery operated assistance?"
Rachel winked.

Emily turned her head as her cheeks
flushed. "I'm not answering that question."

"Yeah, it was probably that
dumb baseball player a few months ago, wasn't it?
Mr. Big League with the
small baseball bat
..."

Emily burst out laughing. "It
wasn't that small."

"Yeah, sure. You didn't even
come from him I bet. So it's been longer. You really need tonight."

"Rachel, I am not going to
hook up with some biker tonight," Emily said.

Been there, done that before...

"Just go with whatever happens,
please?"

Emily didn't respond. She looked
out the window and in the distance she could see the beach. There was still the
faintest sight of daylight as night came upon the town. People would still be
on the beach, beginning their nightly festivities. The parties. The fires.
Cooking. Drinking. Music. Laughing. People hooking up. Enjoying life.

"Are you listening to
me?" Rachel asked.

"Actually, I'm not,"
Emily said.

"Well, perk up, we're
here."

Emily looked as Rachel turned down
an alley and stopped the car. At the end of the alley was a large metal gate
with two men standing at the entrance.

"We're going in there?"
Emily asked.

"Yeah. That's where they do
it. It's an old junkyard."

"What about the cops?"

"I don't know," Rachel
said. "I'm not the one fighting. I'm just an innocent girl who got lost
here. Oh, maybe if the cops bust it up, I can jump on the back of Blaine's
bike."

"So he can... nevermind,"
Emily said as she shook her head.

"Come on, Em, please,"
Rachel said. "Just have some fun for once. Promise me you'll have
fun."

"Okay. I promise."

Emily climbed out of the car and
walked next to Rachel to the large gate. The two men eyed them up.

"Something wrong?" Rachel
asked.

Emily had seen this scene before in
a different life. These guys were given a kickback from the fights to police
the alley. If the cops showed up, they knew what to say and how to handle the
situation. Chances were, the cops roaming around this part of town were already
well aware of the fights and were paid to keep their distance.

"Can I help you ladies?"
one of the men asked.

"I'm looking for a
junker," Emily said. "I drive hard and fast."

"Em!" Rachel cried out
and punched her arm. "What is wrong with you?"

The two men laughed.

"I'm here to see Blaine. He's
in a motorcycle group."

"Club," Emily said.

"What?" Rachel asked.

"Nothing."

Emily had to bite her tongue. She
couldn't act like she knew what was going on or that she had any knowledge of
all this motorcycle club business.

  "Enjoy the night," one
of the men said and then he opened the gate.

As Emily walked into the junkyard
compound she could hear the yells and screams from the fights. She hated to
admit it, but it excited her. She smiled and grabbed Rachel by the hand.

The fights were held in the center
of the judgement. The large crowds of people and lines upon lines of
motorcycles were pretty awesome to see. The different crews lined up, their
guys in leather, everyone segregated by club. There was a circled platform that
was empty right now.

"I bet that's where they fight,"
Rachel said.

"Let's get close and find
out," Emily said.

They got to the back of the crowd
and stopped. All around them was the smell of smoke... cigarettes and pot for
sure. Everyone had a beer bottle in their hand. Women were huddled together,
talking and laughing, probably all waiting to find someone to go home with. It
was both raunchy and sexy.

"I wish we could find
Blaine," Rachel said. "There's so many people here."

Emily pointed to an empty picnic
table and they ran to it. The climbed up on top and scanned the crowd. To Emily
it was just bikers on top of bikers. A mass of guys who wanted to ride, fight,
drink, and fuck. It was intense.

"I don't know what to
do," Rachel said.

A small cheer kicked up and Rachel
pointed. There were a few men pushing and shoving each other. A small circle
broke open and the two guys looked ready to fight.

"Holy shit," Rachel said.

One of the men took a swing. The
other grabbed him by the back of his leather and pulled him in as he kneed the
guy in the face. The guy fell back and then pulled a gun out. The demeanor of
the crowd suddenly changed and the fight was quickly broken up.

"He had a gun," Rachel
said.

"Yeah, that happens,"
Emily said. "I guess."

"This is real stuff."

Emily nodded.

Sometimes she wondered what went
through Rachel's head. This wasn't just some after school hangout. This was
serious stuff. These motorcycle clubs took their business seriously, because it
wasn't just about money, it was about life and death.

Emily turned her head, ready to
make the offer to leave when Rachel then let out a squeal and started to wave
her hands as she jumped up and down.

"What is wrong with you?"
Emily asked.

"I see Blaine!"

Emily looked and saw a guy waving
back at them. He had black hair, black scruff on his face, and he looked dirty.
He quickly dove off the table he stood on and began to push through the crowd.

"He's so fucking sexy,"
Rachel said.

Blaine made it to them and looked
up, smiling. Emily eyed him up and down. he was tall, strong, and definitely a real
biker. There were a few scars on his face and his eyes were pure evil. She
could tell her was the kind of guy that would blow someone's head off first and
then worry about it later.

"There you are," Blaine
said.

"I told you I would I
come," Rachel said.

"Aw, baby, you haven't come
yet."

Rachel giggled.

Blaine put his hand out and Rachel
took it. He pulled her from the table and caught her. He spun around once and
then cupped her ass with strength. Rachel cried out and Blaine bent his knees
and thrust at her.

"Shit," Emily whispered.

This guy was dangerous. Ironically,
Emily suddenly felt both out of place and right at home.

"And I see you've brought me a
present," Blaine said. He put Rachel down and offered a hand to Emily.
"Come on, baby, I don't bite hard."

"She's not for you,"
Rachel said. "I don't share."

"Like fuck you don't,"
Blaine said. "I ain't a one pussy guy. Unless of course it's the greatest
pussy in the world."

Blaine licked his lips and smiled.

Emily took his hand and stepped
down from the table. Blaine pulled her close and sniffed her.

"You have some wild
eyes," Blaine said. "This ain't your first go in these kinds of
parts, is it?"

Emily simply smiled. Sometimes it
was best to keep silent.

Blaine let her go and reached for
Rachel. "Let's move. I've got us a front row seat for the best fight of
the night."

"What's that?" Rachel
asked.

"One of our guys picked a
fight with this huge dude. It
’
s
going to be a bloodbath."

They walked through the crowd to
the table where Blaine had been standing. Emily saw another guy standing on the
table. He looked at Emily and nodded. There was blood on the side of his mouth.

"This is Nate," Blaine
said. "Nate, this is my dessert."

Rachel laughed, but Emily wondered
if her friend had any clue how serious these guys were. Emily stood up on the
table and looked to the circle. Now there were two guys in the middle, eyeing
each other up. One was crazy tall and strong. His arms were covered in tattoos
and even still the definition of his arms was scary. The other guy was shorter,
but had a ton of muscle too. Across his chiseled back read
Back Down Devil.

"That's our boy," Blaine
said. "That's Gaige."

Gaige...

The name alone turned Emily on.
When Gaige turned to the side, she saw the outline of his body. Pure muscle.
The kind that would leave a woman's fingers tingling so much her body wouldn't
be able to control itself.

"This is so crazy,"
Rachel squealed.

Blaine laughed and put an arm
around her. "Sweetheart, you don't know crazy yet. Wait until I get you on
my bike."

Emily crossed her arms and couldn't
take her eyes off the circle.

A man in the middle was saying
something to the two guys. The big guy stood still and Gaige had his hands in
fists. She could sense the anger and tension coming from Gaige.

The man then backed away and the
fight was underway. The crowd clapped and cheered.

"I put five hundred on this
one," Blaine said.

"Dollars?" Rachel asked.
"Seriously?"

"Fuck yeah. Gaige is going to
take this pussy down. Just like I'm going to take your pussy later, baby."

Rachel giggled again.

Emily looked to her left at Nate.
He turned his head and looked down at her.

"Problem?" he asked.

"No."

"Good."

Emily set her sights back to the
fight. The two men were circling each other. Gaige's eyes looked fierce.. The
big guy took a step forward and Gaige acted fast. He threw a fist and hit the
guy in the face. The guy stepped back and then lunged at Gaige.

The big guy came down at Gaige with
a series of punches, landing them on his head and back. He put a hand to Gaige's
neck and forced him down, beating at his back.

"What a fucking pussy,"
Blaine said. "Fighting like that. Come on! Someone call this shit!"

Gaige took the beating and then
grabbed the big guy's ankles and pulled them. He crashed to the ground and Blaine
started whistling. Gaige hurried on top of him and unleashed a fury of punches.
Each one sounded heavier and more wet than the other. Each punch produced more
and more blood. The big guy tried to swing at Gaige, but Gaige was too quick.

"He's got him," Blaine
said.

Gaige got off the big guy and
backed away. He wiped his face and motioned for the guy to stand back up.

"What the fuck?" Blaine
yelled.

"He wants to knock him down
with his fists," Nate said. "Honor."

Honor.

It was so fucking sexy. Emily was
wet. Really wet. She touched her knees together and couldn't believe the gush
feeling between her legs.

Gaige looked up and his eyes met
with Emily's. It felt like the entire world had come to a stop. Gaige had his
hands at his sides. His knuckles were covered in blood. His chiseled body
glistened with sweat. There was blood on his lip and a cut above his left eye.

He was the hottest guy Emily had
ever seen in her life. Her mind instantly began to think of all the things she
would do to him... for him... with him...

The big guy got to his feet and put
his fists up.

The fight raged on.

They took swings at each other,
landing blow after blow, working their way around the circle. The punches had a
sickening sound to them, but never once did Gaige step away or back down. He
was right there, right up against a guy twice his size.

When the big guy started to land a
few punches at a time, Gaige put his hands down and accepted them. The big guy
then hesitated as though he was either confused or impressed. Gaige swung so
fast and hit him square in the nose. It looked like the guy's nose exploded.
Gaige then made his final move, attacking the big guy.

A left, a right, another right, a
left.

Emily unfolded her arms and caught
herself making fists at the bottom of her shirt. She was breathing fast.

"Now it's over," Nate
said to her. "Watch."

Gaige continued the attack. The big
guy was wobbly. He threw a fist but missed Gaige. Gaige then hit him in the
ribs and gut. It was obvious that he wanted to give up, but Emily knew how
these fights worked. There was no giving up. The fight ended only when someone
hit the ground.

Gaige came across with a right
hook. Emily swore she could see every sweating muscle of his body flex as his
fist connected with the other guy's face one last time. The guy stood up,
stiffened for a second, and then collapsed to the ground. When he hit, there
was a small puff of dirt and dust.

The fight was over.

Gaige lifted a fist in victory and
the crowed cheered. He looked over at the big man on the ground and smiled.

So badass.

Three guys grabbed the big guy on
the ground and dragged him from the circle. Two more men hurried into the
circle, ready for the next fight.

Emily couldn't give a shit about
the next fight though. Her eyes were locked onto Gaige. The closer he got the
more defined his muscles became. At one point Emily swore she could even smell
him. When he was close enough, Blaine reached down and took his hand, pulling
him up on the table. He hugged Gaige and laughed.

"Fucking right, brother,"
Blaine said.

Gaige turned to Nate and he handed
Gaige rings, chains, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. Gaige put the rings
on first, then the chains that attached to his jeans.

"That was a big dude,"
Nate said. "You've got balls, man."

"Fuck that guy," Gaige
said. "I'm not afraid of anyone."