Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(46)

Griffin was usually last and he’d stand there and hold the door for Miller. Then he’d pat Miller on the back and say something.

Miller threw the shot back and walked to the conference room. He tore open the door and everyone stood behind their seats.

“Everyone but Trev sit,” Miller ordered.

The table listened.

Miller walked his way to his seat and remained standing. He looked around at everyone. “We know why we’re here. And I know I skipped voting to fill Griffin’s chair. But there’s nobody better to sit right there than Trev. He’s seen it all, done it all, and will take a spot in his grave for anyone in the club. I trust him with my life. If anyone here is against this decision, take it up with a bottle and a reliever. I don’t want to hear it. Right now we focus on our plan of attack.”

Miller paused. He then nodded to Trev.

The room was in dead silence as Trev pulled the chair back from the table. Nobody was supposed to sit there but Griffin. Slowly, Trev sat down, a steel look on his face. His eyes were narrow like a rattlesnake ready to attack. He looked up and down the table, nodding.

“Trev,” Blaine said and raised his beer bottle up.

“Trev,” Jace said.

The table went down, member by member, all saluting the standin member of Back Down Devil MC.

“Thanks,” Trev said.

Everyone drank, smoked, whatever, and then Miller sat down, bringing the meeting right back on track.

“Now that we’re done there, let’s talk business. Let’s talk f*cking murder.”

The table lit up with cheers.

Miller smiled.

He really loved the ruthless attitude of the club sometimes.

“We know what happened. We know what we have to do. The message has been sent to Coast Road MC to leave us alone. They’ll try to fight back eventually. We’ll worry about that when it happens. Right now, the focus is on Jerry. And how to kill him without bringing the entire MC down.”

“Let me do it,” Trev said. “I’ll f*cking put a bullet between his eyes. Let the rest of the PD see it and take me down. I’m not wearing a Back Down Devil cut. What the f*ck do I care?”

Miller was taken aback by Trev’s offer and boldness.

He stared, trying to find the right words.

“Is that how we want it?” Nate asked. “It’s an outside hire. The PD will light up Trev and then come after us. They’ll know about Trev and his connections to Frelen. It’ll still bring heat.”

“But nobody will go to jail,” Trev said.

“Hold up,” Miller said. “That’s quite the offer, Trev. It’s a very tempting offer. It’s the easiest offer. But I think Nate is right. It’s the * way out. I want Jerry to look into my eyes when he goes. I want him to see that I’m alive and he’s dying. I want to pull the trigger. I want you all to vote me on that. I’m asking you, as your President, to let me avenge Griffin’s death.”

The room fell silent again.

Voting on a kill shot was risky. It meant the window of opportunity had to be left for Miller and anyone else who had the chance would need to pass up on it.

“I’d vote aye,” Shay said. “But I want that f*cker dead now.”

“We all do,” Miller said. “Trev makes the table whole. Which means we can raise some hell.”

“Meaning?” Gaige asked.

“What if we split ourselves up and create havoc in Frelen? Isolate Jerry from the rest of his men and women. I f*cking hate the police but I’m not out to hurt anyone that doesn’t deserve it.”

“Got ideas?” Landon asked.

“What if Landon and Jace drop their motorcycles in traffic and need help?” Miller asked. “At the same time, Gaige and Blaine could start a bar fight. Then Trev and Nate could go stir up some break in trouble. Before you know it, Frelen PD is all broken up with calls and situations.”

“Isolate the chief,” Trev said. “You’ll need help. At least some kind of backup in case he comes with men or guns. Or both.”

“I won’t be alone,” Miller said. “But I want the final pull of a trigger. Unless shit really hits the fan.”

“I’ll vote yay on that,” Erik said. “Griffin was your best friend. You should get the kill.”

“He was all our friend,” Gaige said.

“True,” Miller said. “So let’s put some feet on this thing.” Miller reached back and grabbed a piece of paper and pen. “We need to come up with places to be able to make this work. Spread the PD out across Frelen. I’ll have to tell Jerry I want to meet him.”

“You have the reasons,” Blaine said. “In your room.”

Miller made a fist and slammed it on the table. “I don’t want them involved.”

“You think he doesn’t know where she is?” Trev asked, boldly. “Come on, brother.”

“I know,” Miller bellowed. “I just don’t want her in danger.”

“She’s in danger,” Gaige said. “With us. In this life. It’s constant danger.”

Miller rubbed his face. “Yeah, I know. I’ll have to use her. Not the kid though. I don’t even think Jerry wanted a baby. I think it was all a…” Miller looked around the table. “Ah, f*ck. Sorry. Fuck. Back on topic. So we put two guys at a bar and start a fight. We put two guys at one of the old warehouses. Start a fire. Have two guys drop their rides.”