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

far to making a couple phone calls. Find out if
Victor was dead and let the family know that she was gone. To take eyes
off Frelen and make sure eyes were off Back Down Devil MC.
    Lena snuck down the hallway. She
heard a few booming voices and looked over her shoulder. She took notice of
Blaine and Gaige. They were in a heated conversation. Lena darted to the right
and then found a door. She bit her lip and turned the knob. The door was
unlocked. She opened it and found it was some kind of closet. And it stunk like
dirt, sweat and body odor.
    When the voices went away, Lena
opened the door and continued her journey to escape. It was such a weird
feeling right now. Escaping somewhere safe. With someone who would help her.
Someone who listened to her, touched her, made her feel really good.
    By the time Lena found the door and
started down the steps, her heart was pounding in her chest. When she got
outside and felt the sunlight hit her in the face, her heart started to ache.
Of course it had to be a beautiful day, right? It couldn ’ t be dark and dreary, the kind of sad day that
would make all of this somehow romantic and poetic.
    Romantic? What the fuck is
romantic about my life?
    Lena chased away the questions and
ran to the railing on the side of the building. She eased her way along, always
looking around, fearing that there had to be more than just the MC guys around
here. The place was just far too big. She considered running through the junk
parts and cars, but she had no idea where that would end up taking her. Plus,
what if they had junkyard dogs or something? That would be a horrible fate … trying to get away and then
getting mauled by dogs.
    Near the front of the building Lena
saw that there were a handful of motorcycles missing. A lot of the guys were
out on a ride. That was good. Lena took a few more steps and then peeked back
to the clubhouse. There wasn ’ t
a soul around. The remaining guys - including Jett - were inside. A
moment of hesitation attacked Lena and she caught herself just standing there,
staring.
    What if …
    “ No, ” she whispered.
    There were no what ifs? in
this.
    She turned and crouched a little,
running behind all the motorcycles. Trying to stay low and out of sight. And by
some damn chance of a miracle - or maybe it was simply fate - she made it to
the front of the lot without being spotted. She tugged on a door at the gate
and it swung open. Again, another sign of fate. That this was the right thing
to do, even if it left her heartbroken, empty, and completely terrified.
    Lena made it out of the lot and
turned to the right. She made it out. That was the first part of this plan. The
second part was to find a vehicle. She could just bust into a car and go for it … maybe think of something else.
Or just start moving.
    Lena walked two steps when she saw
a black car approach and stop. The doors opened and the two men that climbed
out put Lena in a state of total paralyzation. They were big, they were in
suits, and they were ready for a fight. To make matters worse, they took their
suit jackets off, showing that they were wearing weapons.
    Bottom line … they were Victor ’ s men.
    They were right here, ready to get
Lena.
    Maybe Lena should have just ran to
the big guys and took her punishment. But the want and desire to survive got
the best of her. Slowly, she started to back up. She put her hands out and kept
going, step by damn step, until she reached the gate. She retraced her steps right
back into the lot of the Back Down Devil MC compound.
    Lena pulled the gate shut and
swallowed the lump in her throat. She was shaking with fear, wondering what the
hell to do next.
    Jett. I need Jett. I need him …
    Lena spun around and let out a
scream.
    “ Hey
there. ”
    It was Miller. The President of
Back Down Devil MC.
    “ People
are coming. Two men. They have guns. ”
    “ You
seem terrified, ” Miller
said.
    “ They
have guns. ”
    “ They
might be friends of mine. Right?