EMPTY SECRETS (A Back Down Devil MC Novella) by London Casey, Karolyn James

said. “ Keep her safe. ”
    “ Keep
your pants on, ” Jett said.
    “ Can ’ t guarantee that, ” Blaine said with a grin.
    “ What ’ s the plan? ” Miller asked.
    “ I ’ m going to kick in the office
door and kill him, ” Jett
said.
    “ No, ” Lena said. “ Let me do it. If he knows it ’ s you … let me knock on the door …”
    Jett shook his head. “ No. ”
    “ Yes, ” Miller said.
    “ Yes, ” Lena said.
    “ He ’ ll kill you, ” Jett said.
    “ Fine
then, ” Lena said. “ If that ’ s my fate in all this. I brought this …”
    She backed up and put her hands
out. Jett came at her. She touched his rock hard chest and curled her fingers a
little. As she stared into his eyes, she saw something there she maybe had
never seen before.
    Care. Life. Hope.
    Something that maybe resembled a
future. To have fun. To fuck. To enjoy life.
    “ I
have to, ” Lena said. “ I don ’ t want anyone else hurt. ”
    “ Then
let ’ s move, ” Jett said. “ I don ’ t have anymore fucking time to waste. ”
    “ No,
you don ’ t, ” a voice said.
    Everyone turned and everything
changed in an instant.
    There was a group of men in suits
pouring into the restaurant, weapons drawn. They had everything from handguns,
to shotguns, to machine guns.
    The click of the weapons were like
small cracks of thunder.
    “ Now
let ’ s figure out what ’ s happening here, ” the same voice said.
    Lena knew the voice.
    The scene ended with a gun placed
to the head of each member of Back Down Devil. And then someone came forward.
    The head of the family.
    Georgie.
    He was in a black suit worth more
than the restaurant.
    “ What
the fuck is this? ” Jett
asked.
    “ This
is how we solve the problems, ” Georgie said.
    Lena backed up to the counter and
knew how this was finally going to end.
    Georgie didn ’ t make an appearance just to talk … he came to kill.

eleven.
     
    Jett sat in a chair like a fucking
bitch. He wanted to jump up and end this once and for all. But if he did that,
he ’ d be filled with
bullets. He ’ d be dead
before he hit the ground. Of all the things for the MC to get tied up into
right now, connected guys were not something they needed. Not with the intense
heat on the club already.
    The gun to Jett ’ s head hadn ’ t moved. Digging right into the
back of his skull, it was a constant reminder that his life could end within a
second. Miller, Gaige, Blaine, and Stacey were all in chairs too. And in front
of them stood Lena and Victor. To the left was Angelo. His face beat up and
bloody, on his knees, leaning against a wall, looking worn. Looking ready to
just give up and die.
    The head of it all was the guy
named Georgie. Jett had heard the name many times in his life. This guy ran it
all, from Vegas to the coast. Anyone connected had to go through Georgie. He
spoke and people listened. When he lifted his gun, people died.
    So far, Georgie hadn ’ t lifted his gun.
    “ This
ends, ” Victor said. He was
livid. His face red. His white shirt with a blood stain on it. “ She fucking stabbed me. Tried to
take me out. So I had to come here and settle things up. There were police all
around. We were traveling through. ”
    Georgie nodded and crossed his
arms. “ You know, we ’ ve had previous run-ins with
Back Down Devil MC. More like casual encounters. ”
    “ We ’ ve been trying to meet with you
for years, ” Miller said.
    “ Fuck
him, ” Jett spat. “ Let ’ s see you get bloody, Georgie. ”
    Georgie grinned. He nodded.
    A second later Jett felt a hot pain
to the back of his head. He fell forward from his chair to the floor. He
blinked fast and let the world stop spinning. He looked up and saw Georgie
standing over him.
    “ I
know you, ” he said. “ Thought you would have ended up
on my crew. ”
    “ Nope, ” Jett said. “ I have pride. You let pieces of
shit like Victor in your crew. ”
    Jett saw Victor come at him. Victor
started to kick and Jett grabbed his foot.