Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(4)

“Fuck,” Blaine said. “He’s going to lose air fast. I had to slow my breathing. I just imagined tits in my face. Big, monster tits.”

“Give it a rest, Blaine,” Miller said.

He then opened the door and gave out a whistle. The rest of the Back Down Devil guys came rushing toward the room. Most of them had been informed of the rat prospect just about an hour ago. That was simply damage control for Miller to keep the situation under wraps.

“Whoa,” Erik said when he saw the Eight Under guys on the floor.

“Chief Jerry did this,” Miller said. “He pulled our prospect and tried to make an offer. The guy was dumb enough to take it.”

“Fuck,” Gaige said.

“I want all prospects to be put on guard,” Miller said.

“That’s like herding sheep,” Jace said.

“I don’t care,” Miller said. “I gave a f*cking order. Every prospect in the lot at all times. They’re guarded there and they never leave. Understand?”

“Got it,” Nate said and put a big hand to Jace’s shoulder and squeezed.

“What about this prick?” Gaige asked and pointed to the coffin.

“Who? Blaine?” Miller asked.

Gaige smiled.

“Don’t talk about my prick,” Blaine said. “Not unless you want to see it.”

“Nobody wants that,” Shay said.

“Fuck that,” Blaine said. “They all do.”

“He tell you he f*cked a chick in a coffin?” Gaige asked.

“I heard,” Miller said.

“But you didn’t hear what else she wanted,” Blaine said.

“And I don’t want to,” Miller said.

“She bottled it up,” Blaine said. “You know, after I messed her. She wore it around her neck in a little jar.”

“I said I didn’t want to know,” Miller said.

“I mean what are we doing with the prospect?” Gaige asked.

Blaine slid from the coffin. He hammered a fist on it. “He’s getting buried alive!”

The prospect kicked, punched, and screamed even louder.

Blaine laughed like a mad man.

He then opened the lid.

Steven popped up, his face red. Tears on his face. Snot pouring from his nose. He was shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck,” Blaine said. He grabbed the prospect by the neck and pulled him out of the coffin. “You think we’d bury you in this casket?”

“I… sir…”

“That cost money,” Blaine said. “And that’s Griffin’s coffin. Not yours.”

“I’m… it’s…”

Miller put a gun to Steven’s head and pulled the trigger. “You get nothing but dirt, bitch.”

The room fell silent.

Miller looked from the bodies to the coffin. Death was always so damn close. Maybe too damn close.

The door opened again.

Miller turned and saw the priest, Father Millard, standing there. He clutched the rosary around his neck and shook his head. “Oh… dear…”

“It’s okay,” Miller said. “Threats have been taken care of.”

“Good. Thank you.”

Miller approached Father Millard. “Take care of this? We’ll be back with Griffin in an hour.”

“Of course, Miller. I’ll have my guys get right to work. Fresh graves all around.”

Miller took a wad of cash out of his pocket and gave it to the priest. “You know, I always heard you can’t take it with you.”

“True,” Father Millard said. “But I’m still here. And I like money. Pay up and get the f*ck out.”

The priest blessed himself and tucked the money away.

Miller wondered if anyone actually had a heart and soul.

There was only one person that he could possibly think did.

Ella.





three.



Beck’s eyes fluttered as he fought sleep. Ella bounced hard, up and down, looking like she was trying to shake something loose. It was either taking the baby for a ride in the car or doing this. And since Jerry took the keys to the car to keep Ella in one spot at all times, she had to do the silly dance.

When his eyes shut for good, Ella stopped bouncing. She learned a tough lesson a long time ago that when the baby fell asleep it didn’t mean he was actually asleep. If Ella put the baby down right now he’d probably wake up and start fussing again. Ever since he started teething, it had become a little bit of hell in the house. If it wasn’t enough that Beck was having teething pain and needed medicine and constant attention, the whole breastfeeding thing had been taken to another level. There was nothing quite like the jolting pain of the baby suckling too hard with the razor edge of a baby tooth against his mother’s sensitive nipple.

In the end, it was all worth it. Beck was healthy and beautiful. He was full of life, very smart, and would definitely keep Ella on her toes for the rest of her life. More so, he looked like her. Thinking that pained her a little, but she didn’t need to look into another set of Jerry’s eyes.

Speaking of which…

Ella turned and faced the window. The street was quiet, serene. A postcard image of the perfect middle class life and neighborhood. All the houses were designed the same, just different colors. Trees strategically planted, shrubs, a park at the end of the road. Everything created the same for people to live and not have to think about anything but a normal, perfect life.