OWNED & UNTAMED (Back Down Devil MC #11) - London Casey Page 0,2

stood there. The first guy started to crawl toward the cash and I had to make my move. I swung my foot and kicked the guy in the face. I grabbed the bag of cash - or what was still in the bag - and I started to run.

The second guy threw the grenade. It went over my head and I heard it ping off the ground. My instinct kicked in again and I darted to the left. I dove forward to the side of road as it exploded.

Talk about bringing back some fucking memories.

My eardrums felt like they were being ripped out of my head. There was then a lingering buzzing sound, not quite like a ringing but a heavy buzzing. I remembered one time over in the desert there was a bomb that went off so loud I couldn’t hear for a few hours. Just looking around at the destruction without being able to have sound to the sight.

I got up to my knees and started to stand, the bag in my hand.

I felt someone touch my shoulder and I quickly threw an elbow, already deep in fight mode.

I spun, tossing the bag behind me. My fist started to lurch forward when I realized it was Trent. He had a hand out, his other hand covering his face where I had elbowed him.

Trev appeared a second later. “Stand down, Duke!”

The sound of motorcycles kicked up in the distance and quickly faded.

“Ah, shit,” Trent yelled. “What the fuck was that about?”

“Where’s the cash?” Trev asked.

“Behind me, Prez. I got it. I saved it.”

“Christ,” Trev said.

I pointed back to the road where one of the bodies lay. I grabbed the bag of cash again and we all ran to the guy we had shot. He was still face down, definitely long gone from this world. Trent rolled the guy to his back and crouched, ripping up the black mask.

“Motherfuckers,” Trent said.

“Who is it?” Trev asked.

I saw the ink on the guy’s neck.

“The Hell Five,” I said. “Shit.”

They were a ruthless gang made up of bangers, MC guys, and had ties that went deep into underground business. There were several levels of the Hell Five and these guys that had attacked us were part of the street crew. Mainly they were the ones we dealt with when they decided to start trouble. Chances were they wanted to make a statement to Back Down Devil MC and the cash was just something like a bonus.

“Fuck,” I said. “I thought Ivan had this all protected.”

“So did I,” Trev said. “Let’s move.”

“What about this guy?” Trent asked.

Trev took out his gun and unloaded an entire clip into him. He then looked at both of us. Goddamn, Prez could be wild when he wanted to be.

“Put him back on his ride,” Trev said. “Prop him up the best you can. Let that be a message to anyone who wants to ride through this goddamn town. I’m sure sirens will be out here soon enough with that goddamn grenade blast.”

I looked at Trent and he nodded to me.

This was supposed to be a simple run. Drop off some packages in Tijuana. Drink tequila - on Ivan’s tab. Have fun with some wild ladies - again, on Ivan’s tab. Then come back and deliver the cash.

Nothing was ever easy.

Trev stood in the middle of the road and stared back down into the heart of Daurian.

I grabbed the asshole’s legs from the Hell Five.

The shit part of it all?

The night was just beginning.

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(belle)

Maggie convinced me to go out and have a glass of wine. I had called to try and check in with Jim but he didn’t answer. I shot him a quick text and he replied with his standard K and that was it. The entire time I was at the restaurant I felt guilty for leaving him home like that. I knew it was no longer my job to try and protect my big brother. I knew he hated it because he had grown up defending my honor time and time again. But for me, I had given up everything in my life for him and my father. Now it was just me and Jim in the house and the place was nothing but haunted.

We didn’t need some ghost crew showing up to find out what was wrong in the house though. Being haunted came from memories. Memories from when Jim had two legs, a crew cut, and was clean shaven and ready to fight the