Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(53)

Right toward Miller.

She launched forward, feet off the ground, and was on his back. In her mind, she expected Miller to fall. She expected to be on top of Miller, being in complete control. She wanted to hit him, kiss him, cry on his strong chest until all her pain went away.

None of that happened though.

Ella hit Miller so hard she lost her breath. Her arms were around his neck and he barely even stumbled one measly step.

“What the hell are you doing?” he growled.

His hands grabbed at her arms.

“I… you… f*ck…”

Miller dropped his left shoulder and Ella went up and over him. His hands grabbed at her sides, keeping her from hitting the ground and falling and hurting herself. She then spun around, eyes wide, facing her beautiful outlaw. His hands were still touching her sides. It was hot. Really hot. Ella felt her body reacting. But the anger was too fresh, too real. She made fists and punched them both at Miller’s chest, as hard as she could. She wiggled back a step, out of his grip, and then her hand was sailing through the air. The cracking sound against Miller’s face seemed to echo for an hour. The hot pain in her hand switched to tingling.

“No!” Ella yelled.

She had so much more to say. But nothing else would come out. So Ella turned and she started to run. There was nowhere to go, but she wasn’t going to give Miller the pleasure of telling her what to do or where to go.

“Ella!” Miller yelled.

She kept charging. Worst case, she could just go until she saw lights and then follow them back into Frelen. Then she could get Beck…

“Beck,” she whispered.

Her feet suddenly started to slow.

A few seconds later a hand grabbed her shoulder.

“Where are you going? You can’t go out there. It’s dangerous.”

Ella shook Miller away. “Everywhere is dangerous!”

Miller turned her back around. “I f*cking know that. I’m trying to protect you from that.”

“I want to slap you again.”

“Then do it. If that’s what you need to do right now, do it.”

Ella really thought about it. But she decided against it. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Yeah? Is that what you think?”

“It’s what I know,” Ella said.

She wanted to be bitchy and defiant. She wanted to push Miller to the edge and see what he would do.

Miller growled and grabbed Ella. He ducked down and lifted Ella, putting her over his shoulder. She was then staring at an upside down skull and Back Down Devil logo on the back of his leather cut.

“You’re f*cking coming back to the clubhouse,” Miller said. “This was supposed to be our romantic date together.”

“Put me down!” Ella said.

“No.”

Miller rushed to his ride and sat Ella down. She didn’t bother fighting back anymore. She put the helmet on and only grabbed Miller when he started to move forward after the motorcycle was started. She held the sides of his leather cut as he sped back into Frelen.

This was supposed to be our romantic date together.

Part of Ella was sorry. Part of her wasn’t.

She still hadn’t gotten the full story or all her answers yet.

They arrived back at the clubhouse and Miller took her by the hand. He stormed her into the clubhouse where the guys were drinking and partying.

“Whoa!” Blaine called out. “They’re back a little early!”

Miller paused. He grabbed a beer bottle right out of Shay’s hand and threw it at Blaine. Blaine moved and the bottle hit the wall, exploding.

“Fuck off!” Miller bellowed.

He then pulled at Ella, taking her down the hall and to his room. There he tore the door open and threw her to the bed. As he came at the bed, Ella kicked back, ready. She hated to admit it to herself but she was insanely turned on by Miller. The rough stuff didn’t do much for her but she trusted Miller. Anything he wanted, she trusted.

Miller hovered over her. “I’ll never stop protecting you, darling. I made that promise to myself a long damn time ago. I’m sorry for the way things turned out. I should have known more than what I did. But I swear to you, the second I knew Jerry had f*cking turned, you were the first thing I thought of. You and that baby. I sat with Griffin seconds before the bullet ripped his throat and brain out of his goddamn head and thought about you. You, Ella, you. Everything is you.”

Miller pressed his lips to hers. Ella exhaled through her nose and put a hand to the back of his head. Miller quickly tore it away and stood up. She put her hands to his legs, not sure whether to hit him or rip his dick out and go at it. Her body, mind, heart, everything was confused.

“I love you, darling,” he said. “Now sleep tight. Tomorrow is going to be bad.”

Ella didn’t get a chance to say a word before Miller left the room.

Alone, Ella gripped the edge of the bed. She wanted to go to her Beck, her son. But she couldn’t move. With her head hanging, she started to cry.

Her mind kept playing it over and over.

Sitting on that rock, waiting for him. Sitting on that rock, staring out to the dark horizon. Sitting on that rock, feeling a little nervous… but knowing the second Miller would touch me I would feel better.

Sitting on that rock, promising I’d love Miller forever. As though I knew something bad waited.