Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(17)

“You’re f*cked,” the officer said, sweat collecting at his hairline. “That’s assault. That’s damage…”

Miller watched as Blaine walked to the police cruiser. A lit cigarette between his lips. He took out a knife and jammed it into the back tire of the vehicle. He repeated the same thing on the other side.

It made Miller smile, thinking of a time when he and Blaine slashed the tires on every Frelen police vehicle they could one night. Those were good times. Innocent times, for the most part. After slashing all the tires, Miller went to Ella’s apartment and f*cked her senseless.

Ella.

“Turn around and put your hands behind your back,” the officer said. “Enough of this f*cking shit.”

“Tell you what,” Miller said. “Let me go get that identification for you.”

Miller walked to his motorcycle and started it. The rest of the guys did the same. The officer hesitated for a second, unsure what to do.

Gaige pulled his gun and screamed, “Hands up!”

That gave the guys enough time to get back on the road, going back toward the clubhouse. Gaige was last, kicking up dirt and dust from the side the of the road.

Miller moved slow enough to watch in his mirror as the officer climbed into the cruiser and tried to drive. Two flat back tires would make it really hard to catch Back Down Devil MC.

Gritting his teeth, Miller nodded.

He throttled the motorcycle and vowed one goddamn thing.

He was going to take what he wanted, when he wanted. There would be no stopping Miller this time. Not unless a bullet was put right into his heart.





eight.



This is it. This is the night. Start with a talk. A simple talk. See where it leads.

“I’m not happy. I haven’t been happy for a while, Jerry. It’s no secret. Ever since I got pregnant… we were on the fence about having a family. Then that party happened and we slipped up. I know it’s been stressful. I know I’ve been distant. But you have been too…”

Ella shut her eyes and sighed.

I sound like I’m about to apologize.

Opening her eyes, Ella looked at her reflection in the mirror.

She shook her head. The damn papers were still hidden in Beck’s room. Like the baby deserved that, right? It was the only place Ella felt safe putting them. A room where Jerry didn’t give a damn about. Sadly, Ella couldn’t remember the last time Jerry kissed the baby or even used Beck’s name. He referred to him as it.

Ella left the bathroom and found a smiling Beck in his crib, waiting for her. It was close to bedtime. Jerry hadn’t been home in two days now. He sent one text message yesterday saying he was working a case, and that he had to turn his phone off because there was a chance it was being tracked. However, he had people watching the house.

Which was true.

Ella had seen two police cars and two motorcycles. Both of which scared her because she wasn’t sure who to trust in the entire situation.

Picking up Beck, she knew he was hungry. Which was perfect timing because she could sit in the chair, feed the baby, and let him fall asleep. Lucky for her, Beck latched on quickly to her tender breast. The teething situation had calmed the last couple of days, which was good for the baby, but it didn’t take away the teeth from hurting Ella when Beck suckled too hard.

Cradling her baby tight, Ella stared down at him. Big brown eyes stared back. Eyes that she would protect and try to keep as innocent as possible.

“It’ll be okay,” she whispered.

Beck smiled as he drank. His little hands touched and clutched at her chest, pulling and wanting more. Ella rocked in the chair. The house was so quiet and cozy when it was like this. But the other half of the dream was completely missing. Nobody else was in the house. And outside of this bedroom and away from nourishing her baby, Ella did not feel safe. There may have been wars outside being fought, but there was a silent one raging right at home.

As Ella sat there, she caught herself breathing harder and faster. She thought about Miller. The way he just came at her. Came to her home. Came right inside. Then he went into the kitchen. He touched her face, almost kissed her. He touched her breast. Oh, f*ck, it had felt so good to be touched. To feel that fire burning so hot inside her body. Just for once, she wanted to be touched like that. She wanted to be held, kissed, she wanted to be f*cked.

Ella sucked in a breath and held it. As she exhaled, she looked down and saw that Beck’s eyes were shut. His little lips were still moving though. Gently, Ella pulled him away from her chest. She looked at her breast. Still very full, very heavy, her nipple leaking a little bit. This was what her body had become. And it was so worth it. To carry Beck, give birth to Beck, and now to nourish him. That was her purpose now.

Ella tucked her breast away and slowly stood. She put Beck into the crib and he didn’t move a muscle.

Leaving the room, Ella went to the master bedroom and stood there, at the edge of the bed. She touched the heavy top blanket with her fingertips. In her mind she tried to imagine if there was ever anything true in here. Anything actually passionate. More like just succumbing to need.

The room was dark, quiet, completely calm. In her mind she saw Miller. The strong young man who guided her through wild innocence. He was no longer that, was he? No. He was a rugged man now. The President of Back Down Devil MC. The man who controlled not just the MC but also Frelen.