Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(37)

“Both.”

I press a few buttons, starting everything up. After I’ve selected the men and their bodies, the buttons turn green, ready to go.

“Ready?”

“One, two, three.” I push enter twice.

They explode into pieces. The bombs are at the center of their backs, under their patches.

“Good,” Butch says.

We watch as people file into the room, looking at the two men.

Thirty minutes later, we are still watching them, and we see the man we just let go walk into the room. All of those nasty, ugly fuckers look at him. The man looks down at the two members blown up on the floor.

“You guys don’t need to mess with these men and especially not with their women. That is just the fucking beginning.” He nods to the men lying in pieces.

He walks back out, and the men of the club don’t stop him.

“We got to up our game! Let’s ride out to their clubhouse and fill them with lead!” one of them yells, and everyone stomps their feet and runs for the door.

I laugh out loud and get a phone call. It’s Lane’s man.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll take out the bike because you got the two fuckers before I could.”

Everyone laughs, and I change the feed until we are looking outside. The men are six feet from their bikes. The one directly in the middle explodes and everyone one falls down like dominoes.



“FUCK!” the president yells, and it brings me pure enjoyment.

“I’m going to take out one of the fuckers’ cars too for the hell of it. Low-key explosion just so the inside catches on fire,” I tell Lane’s man, and he laughs.

I do as I said I would, and one of the men runs over and puts the fire out, but I push the button again and he screams because the fire burned his face. They put the fire out and run back inside.

“Talk to you later, man.” Lane’s man hangs up.

I shut the computers down. “My job is done,” I tell everyone and turn around, grinning.

Everyone grins at me and walks out of the room. Now, we can all go home, rest up and be ready for round two. This is just the beginning.

“Night, men,” I call out. Then I drive home to my woman.

When I get home, Alisha is curled into a ball, the blanket tucked all around her. My pillow is in her arms, her nose buried into it like she has been sniffing it.

After peeling my clothes off, I climb into bed. It’s like she senses me. She rolls over and lies on my chest, her leg thrown over mine.

Closing my eyes, I kiss the top of her head. Just the thought of something hurting her has me primed to hurt and kill someone.

Nobody hurts what’s mine. Ever.





As we are getting ready to leave for Jordan’s families, and to my surprise, when I walk downstairs after packing, Vinny and Trey are in the living room.

“Hey, darlin’,” Trey greets me.

I walk over to them. “You guys coming with?”

They nod.

“Change of scenery,” Vin pipes in.

I guess that’s normal enough, and I have to admit I’m a bit relieved because I will know someone else besides Jordan.

“You guys want something to drink?”

They shake their head at the same time and smile at me. Well, all righty, then. I hear Jordan walking down the stairs with my bags. I attempted to carry my own, but Jordan smacked my ass and told me to go on down.

I am more than scared to meet his family. What if they don’t like me? It’s a huge possibility, but I decide that worrying is never going to do anything good and let it go. I just need to hang on for the ride.

We walk out to his huge, black Dodge Ram. Jordan throws our stuff in the back. Trey and Vinny load their stuff up next.

I open the door behind the passenger’s side.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

I look at Jordan, who is standing in front of the truck, his eyebrow arched.

“Getting in the back? Vinny has long legs,” I explain and start to climb in.

Vinny is super tall at six foot seven, and Trey has to be six-three. But arms wrap around my back and I’m lifted off the ground. The passenger’s door opens, and I’m set inside. Then he buckles me in.

“Fucking sweet.” He gives me a chaste kiss on the lips and slams my door.

Vinny climbs in, and I lean forward, reaching for the button that brings my seat forward so he can have more room.

“Babe.”

“What?” I ask Jordan.

He’s staring at me in amusement. I must look funny because I’m closer to the windshield than he is.

“Fuck, sweet.” He shakes his head and starts the truck.

I shrug and tuck my feet under me in the seat.

“How far away is your parents?” I ask Jordan, reaching over to grab his free hand, which is resting on his leg.