Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(16)

“Even still,” Jace said. “Then what, Miller?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re going to kill the Chief of Police in Frelen. How do you take care of that?”

Miller looked away. “Put him in a hole.”

“Christ,” Jace said and walked away.

“He’s got a point,” Gaige said. “Not that I’m against killing Jerry. He took out a table member, he gets the same fate.”

“Then we do it,” Miller said.

“What’s the end result?” Nate asked. “The town is just going to accept that Jerry is gone? That he decided to disappear?”

“It’ll go beyond the locals,” Landon added. “Shit, they might call in federal help.”

“We’ll be target number one,” Gaige said.

“Fuck!” Miller shouted. “Fuck you all. You all sound like… you all sound like f*cking Griffin right now. Stop telling me what we can’t do. I’m holding the f*cking gun. I’ll pull the f*cking trigger. And I’ll stand there and get taken in for the murder. I’ll do my f*cking time for the sake of this club, this cut, and for Griffin’s memory.”

Miller turned and walked to his ride. He stood there, his heart pounding in his chest. Everything was true. What he just said about the club. About doing hard time. Shit. He’d be doing a lifetime. And, yeah, everything else pointed out was true. It wasn’t just about killing Jerry. Something would have to be done to keep his death hidden and as though it didn’t matter. That meant if Jerry wore the badge, he mattered. He always f*cking mattered.

“Hey,” a voice said. “You don’t want to give up that patch that easily, Miller. I don’t want it that easily either.”

Miller looked back at Gaige as he stood a foot away. “You’d make a great President.”

“I know. But you’re the President, Miller. And it’s going to stay that way.”

“So then we keep fighting back. Get Blaine, Nate, Jace, and Landon ready to go.”

“For what?” Gaige asked.

“He took one of our prospects just to be a dick. Come on, let’s go f*ck with him. He’s not getting the power from us. No matter what he f*cking does.”

“What are we going to do?” Gaige asked. “Kidnap one of his deputies?”

Miller grinned. “Get the guys.”

Not wanting to face another goddamn question, Miller started his motorcycle. He went to the front of the lot and waited for the rest of the guys. Once they were ready, they went out on a little ride. Their group of five was nothing compared to the number Back Down Devil MC could have in Frelen if a true war were to break out, but the five motorcycles were loud enough to sound like wild thunder passing through the town.

Just beyond the main tourist area, Miller took a turn that started to tread a little close to Coast Road MC territory. A lot of run down, shit hole motels were there. Tons of drug activity, which was what kept Coast Road in business. They sold whatever was needed to keep their customers high so they could afford to inject themselves with whatever they needed to add two more inches to their biceps.

Miller waited for the chance and it finally came when he spotted one of Frelen’s finest sitting on the side of the road running a speed trap. Miller gave a wave and throttled his ride. He was almost double the speed limit when he flew by the cruiser. The other four motorcycles were going about the same speed.

The police car barreled out, lights flashing, siren wailing. Miller knew his limits of the so-called law and how far he could go before the traffic stop became a pursuit. Then again, the rush of wind to his face, the thrill of going at such a deadly speed made him want to take this across the state.

But Miller knew better. The fate of Back Down Devil still rested heavily on his back. So he slowed down and moved to the side of the road. Gaige, Nate, Jace, and Blaine all did the same.

Miller climbed off his motorcycle and the officer lunged from the car, hand on his weapon, his other hand out. “Don’t f*cking move unless I tell you.”

Miller showed his hands. “Hey. It’s all good. We’re peaceful here, right?”

The officer looked around at the other guys. They all put their hands up.

“Mind if I smoke?” Blaine asked.

“You don’t f*cking move,” the officer bellowed.

Blaine reached for a smoke and a light anyway, taking all the power away from the officer.

Miller approached with caution in case it was some young trigger happy f*cking guy that thought the real world was simple a video game with a reset button and cheat codes and maximum life.

“What’s the problem?” Miller asked.

“You were almost double the f*cking speed limit. Now give me some identification.”

“Hey, do I look like the kind of guy that would travel at such a deadly speed?”

“Fuck you. I know who you *s are. I’m not f*cking afraid of you. I will shoot you.”

“I guess I could say the same,” Miller said.

“Did you just f*cking threaten me, *?”

The officer started to reach for his radio. Miller moved faster, grabbing the radio, tearing it from the officer’s shoulder. He dropped it to the ground and stepped on it.

“Now what?” Miller asked.