Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(47)

“Use the prospects,” Blaine said. “Have them block a road near the southern border. Something crazy.”

“Have them naked,” Shay said. “Protesting something.”

“That’s not bad,” Miller said. “Keep the PD busy. So we can go after Jerry and end it. Bury him…”

“Toss him off a cliff,” Shay said. “Park his ride and put a shotgun with fired shells and bottles of whiskey. Make it look like he went bat shit.”

“The department has to know he’s unstable,” Landon said. “Make it look like he went up a mountain or off a cliff. That an animal grabbed him.”

“Yeah,” Miller said. “Christ, we’re all sick f*ckers here.”

“Hell yes,” Blaine said. “You f*ck with us and we f*ck back.”

There was a knock on the door.

“What?” Miller yelled.

The door opened. It was a prospect. “I’m sorry, sir. There’s a man on the phone. Named Lenny. Demanding to speak to you.”

“Coast Road,” Blaine said.

“Gaige, take the call,” Miller said.

Gaige rushed out of the room.

“Maybe he’s looking for the rest of his guy,” Shay said and laughed.

Everyone chuckled.

Miller took some more notes, trying to logistically figure out how this would all work. It wasn’t the only way to make it happen, but it was the only way they had right now. Unless a better situation showed itself.

“Okay, here’s what we’ve got,” Miller said.

The door blasted open. It was Gaige. “Miller. We gotta ride, bro.”

“What?”

“Lenny.”

“Fuck him.”

“No. Jerry… turned on their MC.”

“Why do I care?”

“He wants a face to face,” Gaige said. “Call a truce so you can kill Jerry.”

“Might be a set up,” Blaine said.

“Sounds like a good way to introduce our stand in member,” Miller said. He stood up. “Gaige, Blaine, Nate, Trev. Let’s ride. The rest of you stand guard outside in case it’s a diversion. We can’t sit on our f*cking hands anymore. Time to fight.”

“Aye,” Shay yelled.

The rest of the table cheered and started to move.

Blaine touched Miller’s arm. “Hey. Your girl okay?”

“Stop thinking about Ella,” Miller said.

“I’m not, bro. Not like that. I don’t want anything to happen to her or that kid.”

“Prospects are on guard,” Miller said. “We can’t hide and wait.”

“Okay,” Blaine said. “Let’s ride then.”

The gates were opened and Miller led the charge. He should have been better protected but he refused to hide himself from Frelen. The second he did that, the enemies won. Miller didn’t believe for a second Jerry would be dumb enough to pursue an attack in the open. What Jerry wanted was to cash out, as he had clearly stated before. He wanted a deal with Coast Road to move drugs, take a cut, and disappear. Of course, Miller taking in Ella and Beck put a little kink in that smooth chain, but that’s just what Miller liked to do.

Riding down into Coast Road MC territory wasn’t the greatest thing to do when a war was brewing. Truthfully, Miller knew he should have been arriving with more riders. The entire table for starters. Backup behind that. Prospects flanking, just in case shit went down. Hell, if anything, he should have made a call by now to other charters, bringing in hundreds of patched in members. To show numbers and force.

Not yet. Not yet.

Miller wanted this to be what it was really meant to be - himself against Jerry. A decade of old rivalry of good versus bad. Right now, Miller wasn’t sure who was good and who was bad. Not that it f*cking mattered. The only thing that did matter was that this would all end with Jerry dead and gone. Then Miller could make it all right with Ella. Give her that damn ring he was supposed to all those years ago.

In Coast Road MC territory, the MC was quickly picked up by a few guys on motorcycles. Long motorcycles with high handlebars, guys thick with muscle and nothing but leather cuts. Right next to the beach, the crashing waves, some kind of beautiful scene that brought people to California for vacation.

The motorcycles closed in on Blaine as he rode last. The guys then took out shotguns and made sure they had control and power. They then throttled forward and closed in on Miller. He gritted his teeth, hating that he was being threatened with shotguns. But he kept his cool and rode down into the Coast Road MC compound. They made a right turn and came to a stop off the road, where pavement and dirt started to meet sand. There was a building there and that’s where two more men waited with shotguns.

Miller climbed off his motorcycle and quickly went for one of the riders next to him. He grabbed the shotgun, twisted it out of the guy’s hands, and pointed it at the guy’s chest.

“Don’t ever put a f*cking gun near me unless you’re going to kill me,” Miller said.

“I’ll blow your head off!” the other guy shouted.

Miller looked back. A second later Blaine lunged forward and punched the guy in the jaw, sending him to the ground, out cold. Blaine groaned and shook his hand.

“Fucking bitch!” he yelled.