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  Chapter 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 w
here 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.”

  “Well, you two assholes cleared me a lot of cash tonight,” Blaine said. He had his arm back around Rachel and he pulled her close and kissed her.

  Gaige put his t-shirt on and it instantly clung to his body. The sweat showed. When he turned, Emily saw the blood seeping through.

  “Who’s this?” he asked.

  “I don’t know,” Nate said. “Friend of Blaine’s.”

  “Really?” Gaige asked.

  “No,” Emily managed to say. “I’m with my friend. She’s…”

  Blaine had Rachel lifted and her legs were wrapped tight around him. They were kissing like they hadn’t seen each other in years.

  “She looks just his type,” Gaige said. “Hope she knows what she’s in store for with Blaine.”

  “What’s that?” Emily asked.

  Gaige leaned close. Emily could taste his breath. She was so turned on.

  “He’s a sick fuck,” Gaige said. “A real sick fuck.”

  Blaine snapped his fingers and broke the kiss with Rachel. “Hey, cool it, bro. Don’t scare her away. I’m working something here.”

  “Working something?” Emily asked.

  “Yeah,” Blaine said. “I can fit both of you on my motorcycle. We’ll ditch these fights and go for a ride.”

  “Yeah, right,” Emily said.

  “No, I don’t think so,” Gaige said.

  To Emily’s shock, Gaige put his hand to Emily’s. She gasped and then whimpered.

  “I think I’ll keep this one right here,” Gaige said and smiled.

  “Fair enough, bro,” Blaine said.

  “Look at this,” Nate said.

  The fight in the circle started but nobody had thrown a punch yet. Nate pointed someone out as they pushed through the crowd.

  “Hey, that was the guy from before,” Emily said.

  Gaige squeezed her hand tight. “Better stay close to me, beautiful.”

  Chapter Five

  From the second Gaige saw the woman’s eyes he knew he w
ould talk to her. Hell, talking would just be the first step in a long, enjoyable night. But he first had to take care of business with that big asshole. Gaige could have ended the fight when he had the guy on his back, but out of respect, he let the guy back up. The asshole should have just stayed down.

  Now Gaige stood holding the woman’s hand, watching a pathetic fight in the circle.

  “What’s your name, beautiful?” he asked.

  “Emily.”

  “I like that.”

  “I like your name too. Gaige.”

  “Thanks,” Gaige said.

  “Your cut is bleeding,” Emily said. She reached up and touched above Gaige’s eyes. She showed him the blood.

  “Little blood never killed anyone,” Gaige said.

  “I guess not.”

  Fuck, her brown eyes really were beautiful. Gaige reminded himself to give Blaine a pat on the back for actually bringing something worth enjoying for once. Normally he brought the craziest shit around. Most of it was hired help though, women who were paid to enact some of the sickest fantasies Blaine could think of.

  Gaige looked at Blaine kissing Emily’s friend. His tongue was everywhere. It was nasty and sloppy.

  “Just for the record, beautiful,” Gaige said, “I don’t kiss like that.”

  “No?” Emily asked. “Then how do you kiss?”

  Gaige touched Emily’s chin with his free hand. He watched her bite her lip for a second. Yeah, she wanted it.

  “I’m trouble,” Gaige said. “Just so you know.”

  “Maybe I like trouble,” Emily said.

  “I don’t like chicks hanging around though. You come home with me tonight, you go home tomorrow morning.”

  “I may not even be here all night.”

  Gaige smiled. “You think you’re tough, don’t you?”

  “What about you?”

  “Beautiful, I’m the toughest guy you’ll ever meet. I’ll fucking fight anyone here to get to you. How’s that sound?”

  “I’d rather you just kiss me.”

  Gaige had to hand it to Emily. She knew how to handle herself. Most women would be swooned. Their knees bent. Flustered. Not sure what to say. Gaige was curious about what was really hiding behind her pretty brown eyes.

  Gaige lowered his mouth to Emily’s. He was just a short centimeter away when he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder.