Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(3)

All of it was on purpose.

There was a subtle knock on the door.

It’s time.

Miller looked back. “Open the door.”

A prospect opened the door. “Sir?”

“Come over here,” Miller said.

“Okay.”

The prospect approached. Miller put a hand to the coffin. “You see this?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Would you end up here for the patch?”

“Of course, sir.”

Miller gritted his teeth. The prospect started to sweat. A dead give away for everything. Miller’s other hand was balled into a fist. He felt like swinging right now, knocking the f*cker’s teeth out.

“You good here?” Miller asked. “You look a little nervous.”

“Death,” the prospect said. “It’s scary.”

“It’s our life,” Miller said. “This is where we all end up. Just depends on how and when. You can’t live forever, kid. Don’t let anyone sell you that shit. And if they do, don’t buy it.”

The prospect swallowed hard and nodded.

“Get the f*ck out of here,” Miller said. “I’m ready.”

The prospect sprung fast. He left and then Miller readied himself. Shit was about go down in three… two… one…

The door flew open and Miller kept his back to the intruders. It was two Coast Road MC guys. Thick with fake muscle, heavy with a live forever attitude since they aligned themselves with Chief Jerry.

As Miller turned, a gun smacked off the side of his face. He stumbled to the side, falling to one knee. Two guns were pointed at him.

“You’re getting buried today too,” one of them said. “Fucking losers.”

Miller rubbed his jaw.

All the info from Gaige had obviously been right. The prospect had been dirty and had been feeding information to Coast Road MC.

But what they didn’t know…

“Sorry, guys,” Miller said as he stood. “You’re the ones getting f*cked.”

With that, the lid to the coffin opened.

The look on the Coast Road guys was simply terrified. They turned white and looked, amazed that a corpse was coming back to life. Like something out of a horror movie.

Except there wasn’t a corpse in the coffin. Griffin’s body was still at the funeral home, right where it belonged for now.

It was Blaine.

He grinned and lifted the semi automatic weapon and pulled the trigger, littering the two Coast Road MC members with bullets. They dropped their guns and shook as the bullets tore through them, sending them back against the wall.

One of the guys was dead, the other gurgling as he sat there, his fingers digging into his cut up flesh.

“I’ll take care of that for you,” Miller said.

He took out a handgun and put a bullet between the guy’s eyes.

A second later, the prospect opened the door and then stopped dead in his tracks.

Miller grabbed the guy by the shirt and pulled him into the room. The prospect started to throw up, falling to his knees, crying.

“What a *,” Blaine said as he climbed out of the coffin. He wiped his forehead. “It’s f*cking hot in that thing, man.”

“I can only imagine.”

“You know, it’s not the first time I’ve been in a coffin.”

“Oh?” Miller asked.

“Crazy goth chick asked me to f*ck her in a coffin. So I did.”

Miller raised an eyebrow.

“Please… sir…”

Miller looked down at the prospect. He swung his foot and kicked the prospect in the stomach.

“What’s your name, son?” Miller growled.

“Steven.”

Miller crouched down and grabbed Steven by the shirt. “Take that cut off right now.”

“Yes, sir.” The prospect took the cut off and put his hands out, shaking. “I didn’t know what to do. Okay? He approached me. He told me he was going to put my brother in jail.”

“Who did?” Miller asked.

“The chief.”

“Jerry?”

“Yes.”

“Explain it all, prospect.”

“My brother has a drug problem. We’ve been on the streets our entire lives. Chief Jerry said if I helped him with this, he’d get my brother cleaned up. For free. Keep him out of the system again. So I thought I could, you know, just help. That’s why I came back in. I was going to bust it up. Fuck it up. I don’t know.”

“You f*cking rat,” Blaine said. He clicked his teeth together and wrinkled his nose. “Fucking rat.”

“What about the guy who told you!” Steven yelled. “He ratted me out.”

“He was honoring the cut,” Miller said. “Now stand the f*ck up.”

Miller lifted the prospect up. He looked at Blaine and gave a nod. Blaine made a fist and then spit on it. He swung and punched the prospect right in the jaw. Steven spun and fell toward the coffin. He screamed and cried, holding his jaw.

“Now what?” Blaine asked.

“Put him in,” Miller ordered.

“You got it, boss,” Blaine said.

“No! I can tell you more! Anything!” Steven yelled.

Blaine lifted Steven into the coffin and shut the lid. He then jumped up and sat on it. Steven screamed and punched, kicking, trying to fight his way out.