Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(10)

Gaige had Emily. She was young, beautiful, and wickedly loyal to Gaige’s lifestyle and his commitment to the MC. If this * with the gun wanted to kill someone…

“I’ll do it!”

Miller pushed Gaige away and then approached Griffin’s brother.

“Gary,” Miller said. “What the f*ck are you doing?”

“He’s really dead? I want to know. I want to see.”

“There’s nothing to see, buddy. Griffin is gone. He’s buried. I can tell you where…”

“Fuck you!” Gary yelled. “You killed my brother.”

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t kill Griffin. I loved that man. He was a brother to me.”

“He was my brother!”

Miller touched the patch on his cut. “Hey, he was both our brother. In different ways. Now why don’t we go throw back a few shots of whiskey to remember him?”

“That’s what you do?” Gary asked. “You drink? You forget him?”

“I’ll never forget Griffin,” Miller said. He was close to Gary now. Close enough to grab the gun. “I truly loved him.”

“You really mean that?” Gary asked.

Miller nodded. He turned and leaned against the railing, next to Gary. The crazed son of a bitch still had the gun to his own head.

“He helped build this place,” Miller said. “All of it. A smart man with money.”

“He was always smart,” Gary said. “He always helped me. And I was the big brother.”

“You’re older?”

“Three years,” Gary said.

“I never knew that.”

“I haven’t talked to Griffin in five years,” Gary said. “And now I never will.”

He lowered his head and the gun.

From the corner of his eye, Miller saw Blaine down the ramp. He was ready to grab Gary by the ankles and pull, sending the large man down to his face. Miller waved his hand, keeping Blaine away.

Slowly, Miller reached and touched Gary’s shoulder.

“Hey, I’m really f*cking sorry. I didn’t know Griffin had close family. I would have called. But we did it the right way for him. As a family. Buried with other brothers. With kindness. With love. With a memory that we will never let go.”

Gary turned his head. “I hated him for being here. Our parents were killed when he was just ten. I was thirteen. We ended up on the street together. We ran and ran. Griffin got smarter and I got dumber. Last time I saw him, we fought. I beat his face bloody, telling him I hated him. And now he’s gone.”

“You believe in religion?”

“No.”

“What do you believe in after death?”

“I’m not dead,” Gary said.

Miller flickered a smile. “You look like him. I never thought I’d say this… but Griffin was skinnier.”

Gary laughed.

The gun was relaxed in his hand.

That’s when Miller moved. He grabbed Gary’s wrist and twisted it. He took the gun out of his hand. Blaine grabbed Gary’s ankles and pulled, sending him toppling to the ground. The fat man burst into tears again and Miller stepped on his back.

“You think you can just come onto my lot and pull a stunt like this?”

“No, I’m sorry,” Gary pleaded. “I need to know.”

Blaine slid through the bottom railing.

Miller waved and all the guys collected around Griffin’s brother. That’s when Miller took his foot away. There was a dirt footprint on Gary’s shirt.

“I just want to know how it all happened,” Gary cried out.

Miller crouched down. He looked up at Blaine and gave a nod. Blaine grabbed Gary and lifted him like he weighed nothing. He sat the large man on his ass.

“You make a move and I’ll break your neck,” Blaine warned.

“I’ve had a bad f*cking day,” Miller said. “The town I’ve built to keep safe is now corrupt. One of the men I’d go to in this situation is dead. Your brother.”

“How did he die?”

“Like a man,” Gaige said. “Bullet to the neck.”

“No,” Gary groaned.” No. That meant if he wasn’t here, he’d be alive. You f*ckers did kill him.”

“Call me a name again and watch where that gets you,” Miller said.

Gary looked like he was going to spit at Miller. Miller shot his hand forward and covered Gary’s mouth. He pushed hard and put Gary on his back.

“You listen to me,” Miller said. “We were his family, not you. I don’t know what the f*ck you want here. Griffin is f*cking dead. He’s gone forever…”

That’s when it finally sunk in for good for Miller.

Gary’s face turned red and he shook his head, trying to fight Miller’s hand away. When Miller took his hand away, Gary gasped for air and cried out for help. Miller slowly stood and backed up.

“Miller,” Gaige said.

“No. Take care of him. Get him out of here.”

“What do you want us to do?” Blaine asked.

“I don’t care,” Miller said. “I just don’t f*cking care.”

He turned and charged toward the clubhouse.

He went right inside and right to the bar. A prospect poured him a shot and Miller took it to the conference room. He sat in his seat and stared at Griffin’s seat.