Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(28)

“There’s not many out there that would do it,” Landon said. “Not like this. They’d fill in for the chance to be voted in for good. Are we going to vote at the end?”

“What end?” Nate asked. “Wrap your head around it. We’re going to kill Jerry. That’s going to shake the entire town to its core. We’re going to have so much heat on us for a long f*cking time.”

“Nobody would come in for that,” Erik said.

“Unless we pay them,” Gaige said. “I mean, throw some serious cash and maybe give them a chance to patch in somewhere else. I don’t know.”

Miller listened to the words and thought about Ella. Wondering if she was sleeping. Hell, wondering if she was still in his bed topless. Fuck. Topless.

The words started to get louder. Four conversations happening at once. As though this was an actual meeting with opinions, votes, the hammering thud of a gavel to end it all.

Miller took out his gun and pointed it at the back wall. He pulled the trigger and that took care of all the conversations. Miller kept his arm out, the gun in his hand.

“Are we f*cking done?” he asked.

“Don’t slip, brother,” Shay said. “Don’t let this shit get into your head.”

“Nothing is,” Miller said. “I know who will fill this f*cking seat. He will represent the patch, the cut, the club. He will give his life for this war because he understands what’s at stake. If you don’t like it and you don’t respect it, put your cut on the table and take a ride. Go disappear while we fight this thing out.”

“It’s all good,” Gaige said. “Put the f*cking gun down for starters, Miller.”

Miller lowered his arm and tucked the gun away. “Everyone get out of here.”

The room broke up, except Blaine. He finished his smoke and stood there, staring at Miller.

“What? You have something else you’d like to add to this?”

“No,” Blaine said. “You’re the President. I’d die to save you. And you want me to die to save that woman? I’m in. I love you, Miller. I love this club.”

“I appreciate you taking over what needed to be done.”

“Not a problem. It was a pleasure to cut that f*cker up.”

Miller laughed. “You’re sick, man. Really sick.”

“I’m used to it.”

“But you have a heart. I trust you, Blaine.”

“You almost shot me, Miller.”

“I couldn’t hear it anymore. The second we start doubting each other, it’s over. That’s what Jerry wants. That’s his game. I’ve watched his game for years.”

“And his wife, right?”

“Look, I know it’s a lot to ask, but Ella is here. The kid is here. It’s done. They’re not leaving. They mean…”

Miller shook his head.

“Hey, I get it,” Blaine said. “Free *. Big tits full of milk. A nice little history to warm your cock up.”

“It’s not that,” Miller said.

“Jesus. You still love her.”

“Why don’t you go out there and enjoy the rest of your night.”

“I wanted to tell you something. When I started to take care of that guy, he looked me dead in the eyes and said Jerry was coming. That he’s going to get us one by one.”

“Yeah?”

Blaine nodded. “It was just intense. The guy’s gushing blood from his throat and he’s saying that to me. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Let it go. It’s tough talk.”

“You don’t think he’ll hire outside or something, do you?” Blaine asked. “I mean, have someone real nasty come in and start attacking us?”

“Blaine,” Miller said. “We’ll fight together. We’ll die together. This clubhouse is safe and will remain safe. When we need to ride, we do it smart. Jerry will only push so far. He knows the power we have.”

“Okay, brother,” Blaine said. “Okay. I feel better now. My cock is twitching a little. Ready to go on the hunt.”

Miller shook his head and pointed to the door. “Go. Hunt. Fuck. Whatever.”

A little bit after Blaine left, Miller did too. The clubhouse was in full swing. But each time one of the guys looked at Miller, he could feel it. There was worry in the air. Doubt flirting with their minds. Rightfully so. The entire MC was at risk. Going against the entire Frelen PD was dangerous. One call for bigger help and the MC would be on the run.

That’s not going to f*cking happen, Miller told himself.

Back Down Devil lived in Frelen and would remain in Frelen. No matter what. The war would rage, maybe subside, but then a new enemy would show its face.

As far as the empty seat went, to Miller it was a no-brainer who he had to call. And he knew the guy would be crazy enough to come to Frelen and sit in the chair and contribute. The leather cut and club was like a tattoo. A symbol of love and loyalty, something that had a story. But the outlaw life, the biker desire, that came from deep within the heart. Knowing it was right to be wrong, it was okay to fight back against a justice you didn’t agree with. It took balls and it was sometimes a lonely road.

Miller stopped at the door to his room. He told the two prospects at the door to f*ck off.