Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(57)

Jerry lowered the gun from Gaige’s head. “You’re right. How rude of me.” Jerry put his gun away. “I came to show you something.”

“What?” Miller asked.

“Hey, before that. How’s my wife?”

“Ex-wife.”

“No, my wife,” Jerry said. “I’m not signing any papers. Ella’s emotional. Post pregnancy stuff. You wouldn’t understand, Miller. I talked to the lawyers and it’s all straightened out. I’m going to make sure she sees a doctor and gets taken care of.”

Miller gritted his teeth. He wanted to knock Jerry’s teeth out. “How about you start with what you did to her face.”

“Oh, that? She fell. Terrible accident, Miller. You know she’s always been a klutz.”

Miller lunged forward. Gaige quickly turned and put himself between Miller and Jerry.

“Don’t,” Gaige said. “That’s what he wants right now.”

“Come on,” Jerry said. “Fucking touch me. My guys are ready to gut you.”

“What the f*ck do you want here?” Miller asked. “Ella is here on her own. She knows where the real protection is.”

Jerry laughed. He lifted his hand and waved papers in the air. “Let’s start here…” He looked at the first paper. “This is a warrant to search the property. The next is a warrant for Gaige’s arrest.”

“For what?” Gaige asked.

“The disappearance of a man named Lester. Three years ago. Was tied to a drug deal in Riverside. Interesting, right?”

“Are you serious?” Miller asked.

“Wait,” Jerry said. “The next one is a warrant for Landon’s arrest.”

“What did he do?” Miller asked.

“Questioning in a murder case,” Jerry asked. “See, I’ve got warrants for every member of the MC. Murder. Robbery. Grand theft auto. Disappearances. I mean, damn, I never realized how bad you all are. My station is going to be full, isn’t it?”

“Fuck you,” Miller said. “You want to act on those warrants, then do it. You’ve got nothing on us, Jerry. You’re not going to scare us.” Miller stepped forward. “You’re not going to f*cking scare us.”

Miller punched the warrants out of Jerry’s hand. The papers fluttered all around to the ground.

“You can’t win this, Miller,” Jerry said. “I just want my family and I’ll go.”

“Not a chance,” Miller said. “I know what you did with Coast Road. They called me, defeated. You have nothing. You have nobody.”

“I have an entire department,” Jerry said. “And with one phone call…”

“You will bring yourself down,” Miller said. “We both know that.”

“So how do we figure this out?”

“I know how. You and me. The way it should have been years ago. Tell your puppets to go away.”

“You do the same,” Jerry said.

“I don’t get it,” Miller said. “I’m sure you have enough to run. All those backdoor drug deals. So just f*cking leave.”

“Not without what’s mine!” Jerry growled.

Jerry backed up and opened his arms.

The four men behind him - maybe they were police, maybe they weren’t - all took out shotguns.

“Nobody f*cking move!” Miller yelled.

He did not need a stand off right now. Because if these guys were authorities and the MC pulled out guns, it would make the entire scene even worse.

“Give me my f*cking family,” Jerry said.

“No,” Miller said.

Jerry took out his gun. He pointed it at Miller. “I have warrants. I have cause.”

“She’s never going to leave with you. She wants nothing to do…”

Jerry swung the gun and hit Miller in the mouth. Miller fell back and grabbed his jaw. The hot pain soared through his face into his neck. Miller wiped blood from his mouth and put his arms out, keeping his men at bay.

Jerry pointed the gun at Miller. “Don’t make me kill you. We’ve been through so much together. Just make this easy.”

“You want to see her? Go f*ck yourself.”

Jerry rushed forward. “It’s my family.”

“You don’t love them. You don’t want them.”

“I don’t want anyone to have them. When I go, it’s done. No leftovers. No secrets. Nothing.”

Miller saw movement from the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw men moving through the junkyard lot.

“Oh, that’s my other friends,” Jerry said. “They’re here looking for forensics. Heard that a Coast Road MC member was murdered. Lost his head. Or his body. I forget which one. I’m sure I’ll figure it out.” Jerry smiled. “And then I’m going to bury you, Miller.”

Miller backed up. He looked to Nate and nodded. “Open the clubhouse door. Everyone stay where they are.”

Nate’s face burned red as he opened the door.

Miller led the way, a gun to his back. He let it all go until they got inside. He then spun around and grabbed Jerry’s wrist, twisting it, forcing him to drop the weapon.

“Don’t put a gun to my back,” Miller warned.