Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(37)

“Would you expect anything different?”

“Holy shit, Ava,” Trev said. “Is that… you had a kid?”

“Nice to see you too, Trev,” Ava said.

“What the hell…”

“Ah, shit, darling,” Miller said to Ella. “Wait right here. I have something for you.”

Ella’s head was spinning again. There were about ten conversations going on at once. She watched Miller rush away and disappear. Other Back Down Devil guys - Nate, Erik, Jace - appeared in the hall, all looking down at Trev.

Something told Ella that Trev’s presence here didn’t come without a little controversy.

Trev looked at her and grinned. There was a smoothness and coolness to him. But he was definitely a scary man.

“You’re Ella,” he said. “You’re that one, huh? He called you Anne, didn’t he?”

Ella gasped. She hadn’t had a time when Miller jokingly called her by her middle name in a long time.

“Yeah,” she whispered.

“And you married the guy who runs the PD, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“And now you’re f*cking the President of Back Down Devil.”

“It’s not…”

“Yeah, it exactly is,” Trev said. He leaned in on Ella. “Listen to me, babe. I don’t know you from anyone in this clubhouse. And I don’t give a shit about you. But if Miller is going to put his life on the line for you… that means I’m going to put my life on the line for you.”

“Are you worried that I’m not worth it?” Ella asked.

“No * is worth it,” Trev said. “But if Miller thinks yours is, so be it.”

Ella swallowed hard. This guy was menacing and dangerous. She wanted to grab Beck and disappear back into the bedroom.

Trev just stared her down. Ella tried to hold her ground.

“Come on, Trev,” Ava said. “She’s a good one.”

“You don’t f*cking know that,” Trev said. “She’s f*cking the guy that wants to take this all away.”

“I haven’t f*cked that guy in over a year,” Ella said.

“Oh, shit,” Ava said.

There was a rolling sound a second later and Ella turned her head. Here came Miller, pushing a crib down the hallway. Ella’s mouth fell open and she touched her chest.

“Here,” Miller said as he stared at her. “So Beck can actually sleep the right way. Safely.”

“Beck?” Trev asked. “That’s the baby’s name?”

“Yeah,” Miller said.

“That’s your kid, Ella?”

“Yeah,” Ella said.

“And it’s not yours?” Trev asked Miller.

“Fucked up situation,” Miller said. “We’ll talk at the table, brother.”

“This gets better and better,” Trev said.

“Okay, do me a favor,” Miller said. “You go to the bar and get it all started. We’re on official lockdown and not coming up for air until we see the sunset. That’s how we’re going to welcome you. Then we’ll cover everything you need to know. Because Jerry is digging around for warrants. He’s going to come after us.”

“How did you get that intel?” Trev asked.

“Blaine is f*cking one of the deputies,” Miller said.

“Man or woman? Not that it matters, but Blaine is crazy.”

“Trust me, it’s a woman,” Miller said. “One of the few requirements in Blaine’s life is that before he’ll f*ck it, it has to have a *.”

Ella looked over at Beck. His poor ears…

But Beck was eye locked with Ava. He kept touching her cheeks. Putting his fingers to her lips and she’d pretend to nibble on them and cough, making Beck giggle and keeping him calm.

“To the bar,” Miller said.

Trev looked at Ella. “Nice to meet you. Remember what I said.”

“What did you say?” Miller asked.

Trev turned and bumped his shoulder into Miller’s. He walked away.

“Fucking *,” Miller said.

“Who is that guy?” Ella asked.

“I’m going to walk away,” Ava said. “But not without giving you your baby back first.”

Ella took Beck from Ava.

“Let’s go in the room,” Miller said.

He pushed the crib into the room. It was big and bulky, but it was perfect.

Miller put it near the foot of the bed and then patted the mattress. “I had a few guys go get one for you. I figured if you stay… I don’t want Beck on the floor. Or on the bed. If he ever rolled off and got hurt…”

Ella came forward and hugged him. Her right hand was her only free hand. She touched the back of his leather cut and buried her head in his massive, hard chest. She then looked up at him. He was looking down at her. Then Beck entered the picture. He touched Miller’s scruff on his face, patting it, making a strange face as he did so. For a split second it was like they were some kind of family.

Beck touched Miller’s bottom lip. Miller started to smile.

Ella backed away.

Too real. Way too real.

“Thank you for doing that,” Ella said. “You didn’t have to. I could go somewhere, Miller. I keep telling you.”