Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(21)

Blaine stepped to the fire and unzipped his jeans. He started to piss on the fire, putting it out with a sizzle sound and smoke climbing.

“There’s your cut,” Miller said. “Your guys will appreciate that. Along with your f*cking head, because that’s all they’re going to get back.”

Miller hurried forward and took out a knife. He put it to the guy’s throat and started to cut.

“Miller! Miller!”

Miller looked back and gritted his teeth. It was Erik standing in the doorway.

“What the hell do you want?” Miller asked.

“There’s someone here for you.”

“What?”

“A woman is here.”

“For me?”

“Yeah. She’s at the gate. She’s crying, man.”

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know,” Erik said. “But she’s got a baby with her.”

Miller backed away from the Coast Road MC guy. He just stared at Erik.

A woman. With a baby.

A hand touched Miller’s shoulder. “Hey, brother, go to it.” Blaine put a hand to Miller’s wrist. “Give me the knife. I’ll wrap this up here.”

Miller let the knife go and Blaine took it. He then moved forward, eyes on Erik, on the door. Behind him, he heard Blaine.

“Okay, motherf*cker, I’m going to f*ck you with this knife.”

Then came the sound of skin being cut and the guy screaming.

But that all slipped away for Miller.

He left the garage and started to run. The front of the lot felt like a mile from where they were taking care of business.

Erik stayed with him. “Hey. Talk to me. What is this?”

“It’s Jerry’s… the chief’s family.”

Erik then cut in front of Miller. “Whoa. Wait a second. You’re going to let them here? What if it’s a set up?”

“It’s not,” Miller said and shoved Erik out of the way.

When the gates came into view, Miller bellowed, ordering the prospects to open the gates. There was no reason for Ella and the baby to be stuck outside.

Miller stopped running and watched as the car crept forward. He put a hand to the hood and the car stopped. Through the windshield, he saw Ella. Their eyes met and Miller rushed to the door. He tore it open and gave Ella his hand. He pulled her from the car and before even saying a word, he saw her face. The swollen cheek on the left side of her face.

“No,” he said. “Fuck no.”

“I didn’t know where to go,” Ella whispered. “I’m sorry I didn’t call. I don’t know if I should be here.”

Miller touched Ella’s face. “You belong here, darling. Jesus Christ, Ella. He did this?”

Ella nodded. “He found out about the papers. I…”

A baby cried.

Miller let Ella’s face go and opened the back door. There was the baby. Beck. Miller stared for a few seconds. The baby kicked its little legs and waved its helpless arms. Beck turned his head and looked at Miller, crying out again. Miller climbed into the car and grabbed the car seat. He fumbled around until it became unhooked from the base. He slid out and held the car seat in one hand.

“I was able to grab some stuff,” Ella said.

Miller looked at the prospects. “Both of you. Get her shit and follow me. Right now.” Miller then looked at Erik. “Hide her car. Put it around back.”

“On it, brother,” Erik said.

Miller started to walk.

Shay came walking up to him, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. “Holy Christ. What the f*ck is this?”

“Hey,” Miller growled. He plucked the cigarette from Shay’s mouth. He dropped it and crushed it. “There’s a f*cking baby right here. No smoking. Goddammit. Show some respect.”

“Aye,” Shay said. “My apologies.”

“Come on,” Miller said and put a hand to Ella’s back. “Let’s get inside and figure this out.”

“Miller, if you’re busy…”

“No, darling. I’m not busy.”

Just a second away from slitting a guy’s throat. Then I planned on cutting his head off. I was then going to leave his burned leather cut and head near the edge of my lot so his guys would find it and know not to f*ck with me. Oh, and besides that, darling, I’m going to find a way to kill your f*cking husband.

Miller led the way into the clubhouse. With a commanding order, all smoking was to be taken outside. Little lungs didn’t need that shit.

Miller put the car seat up on the bar and looked at the baby. The baby’s eyes were wide. There was a flicker of a smile.

“He’s so confused right now,” Ella said.

Beck’s head turned and he smiled big when he saw Ella.

“Ah, he knows his mother,” Miller said.

“Of course he does,” Ella said.

“Can I get you a drink? Beer? Whiskey? Something to eat?”

“No alcohol right now.”

“You’re not leaving tonight,” Miller said.

“Not because of that,” Ella said. Her cheeks turned red.

“Then what?”

She looked down, then back up. “I breastfeed Beck.”

“Oh,” Miller said.