Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)

Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)

London Casey & Karolyn James




SAVAGE LOVE


A Back Down Devil MC Novel

He’s not afraid to be a man… now he has to be a father – to a child that isn’t his.

Wearing the President’s patch for Back Down Devil MC comes with enough danger, but now Miller is waging a war of revenge on one of the most prominent figures in town. A man who wears a badge and who has turned his back on the club. What’s at stake goes far beyond the present and future… this is to settle a damaged past…

Because of one woman.

Ella never understood why Miller left her. Why he just disappeared into the night all those years ago, only to return bigger and meaner than ever. Years stripped them apart as she married Jerry and had his baby. But it’s all a lie. Her heart remains with one man, but how can she get him to accept her now…

All it takes is one moment to change everything. When Ella shows up to the clubhouse with a baby, Miller knows this is his chance to not only protect the one woman he’s ever loved, but to become the man he always knew he could be. While the baby staring at him doesn’t share his blood, Miller vows to share his love with the young life. The only problem… Miller must kill the baby’s father first.





one.



Miller wrapped his hand around the woman’s hair and lifted her away from him. He was done. She wasn’t needed anymore. He sucked on a cigar, took a sip of whiskey from the bottle, and then pointed to the door.

“Out,” he growled.

The woman licked her lips, fixed her hair, and left the conference room.

Normally there wasn’t supposed to be anything but club business at the table, but Miller was the goddamn President of Back Down Devil MC. He could do whatever he wanted.

Zipping his jeans, Miller took another swig of whiskey. He looked across the table - his table - and shook his head. He replayed the entire scene again and again. He and Griffin sitting there, having a beer. Reflecting on all the messes that had come to Frelen. From the crooked judge who had been buried all the way to a guy the MC once considered a friend. The Chief of Police in Frelen, Jerry. And it was Jerry who was who snuck into the lot and it was Jerry who had a rifle. And it was f*cking Chief Jerry who pulled the trigger and killed Griffin.

A table member.

Miller didn’t want to think about the last time a table member had been killed. It was the worst tragedy he could think of and the ultimate showing of disrespect to the MC. Yet the path going forward had to be carefully traveled. This wasn’t some gang or rival MC that Back Down Devil could just wipe out. This was the local PD. This was the chief.

They took one of my brothers.

Miller swallowed the lump in his throat. He felt like flipping the table. Breaking it. Cutting it. Shooting up the goddamn room. But now, more than ever, everyone out in the clubhouse needed a leader. Yeah, the woman and the whiskey would patch up the wounds a little, but not enough. The entire MC was a ticking time bomb. If a war broke out between the MC and the police department, it wouldn’t end well. Fuck, everything was going to end badly, no matter what.

Slowly, Miller stood. He walked along the table until he got to Griffin’s seat. He touched the chair. The son of a bitch had been overweight and a pain in the ass. He spoke his mind too much but was fiercely loyal to the patch, the club, and anyone who he considered a brother.

No member deserved that kind of death.

A bullet to the neck. Blood spraying. Dead in a minute.

“Shit,” Miller said.

The conference room door opened and Gaige entered. He shut the door behind him.

“It’s almost time,” he said. “Coffin’s here.”

“Okay,” Miller said.

“You got everything ready to go?”

“I’m good, Gaige. Thanks. Remember my cut, okay? I don’t need a f*cking backseat driver.”

“But you need a VP. That’s why I’m here.”

Miller rubbed his chin. This wasn’t the time and place to let emotions run wild. He crossed his arms. “This is f*cked up.”

“This is what we thought was going to happen,” Gaige said. “Not Griffin, but, you know, everything else.”

Miller nodded. “I’m trying really hard to keep the word war out of my mind. But goddammit, that’s what this is all becoming. After what we went through with Eight Under MC. Then taking down Strokner. Now we’re going to take on our biggest ally.”

“We’ll find another one,” Gaige said. “A man like Jerry isn’t sane. You know that. He’s lost his edge. And he lost his ally when we took down that judge. He wants to cash out, but he’s not going without a fight.”

“I know that, Gaige.”

“You know what it means.”

“What does it mean?” Miller asked, gritting his teeth. Goddamn, he just wanted to punch something. Fight someone. Kill.

“He’s not going to make it out alive.”

Miller had already made his peace with that the second he looked into Jerry’s eyes as he backed out of the lot after killing Griffin. The only problem was what Jerry was going to leave behind. A wife and a kid. A wife that Miller had a history with. A kid that meant nothing to him but didn’t deserve the kind of life it was going to live. Maybe it was easy to just put a bullet in Chief Jerry’s head and deal with the rest later, but Miller couldn’t imagine hurting Ella. Again.