Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(59)

“Bye bye,” Jerry said.

“Fuck you, pig!” Blaine growled.

“You can’t take him,” Miller said.

“He hit me. Assault. I’ll be back for more. Later.”

“I’m going to…”

“Careful what you say, Miller,” Jerry said. “Everything can and f*cking will be used against you.”

The two men dragged Blaine toward the truck. Three other guys then started to beat on Blaine. Smashing him in the gut, ribs, and back with their guns. Miller lunged forward, screaming, and Jerry put a hand out.

“No use,” Jerry said. “These men are fiercely loyal to me. I’m their leader. You’ve got nothing on me. On this town. The game is over.” Jerry wiped the corner of his mouth, still with fresh blood from Blaine’s wicked punch. “I’ll be back. And one way or another I’m going to take my family with me and leave your club burning to the ground.”

Miller held his tongue. He watched as the men pulled Blaine into the back of the truck. Then the vehicle sped away. Followed by Jerry in the SUV.

The lot was silent.

“Miller,” Gaige said. “What the hell do we do now?”

“I’ve got to get Ella and Beck out of here. They can’t be here for this shit. He’s going to get them and kill them.”

“What about Blaine?”

“Get on the phone with the lawyer. They’ve got shit on him. He’s flexing his muscle again. Blaine is tough. He knows. I’ve got to go. You’re VP. Figure this out.”

“Jesus Christ, what are you talking about?” Gaige asked.

Miller was on the move toward the clubhouse. He had eyes all on him, waiting for the orders. He made it past the bar and then stopped. Gaige almost crashed into him.

“Fuck,” Miller said. “Everyone use their goddamn head. He’s making his move on the MC. He wants to take everyone in and bring the place down. All the guns have to get moved. Anything that could hurt us has to be gone. The only people I want left here are the prospects. The rest of you find somewhere to go. We’re going to lure him solo like we said and then end this.”

“What are you doing?” Gaige asked.

Miller made a fist and slammed it on the bar. He then ripped off his leather cut and held it up. “Who wants it? Huh? Who wants the patch now? You want to take the lead?”

The place remained silent.

“Miller’s right,” Trev said. “There’s no position right now. Jerry wants us scrambling and scared. He wants us to turn. Miller has to protect that woman and her baby.”

“Blaine was taken,” Erik said.

“Not for long,” Miller said. “They have nothing on him. If you let Jerry f*ck with your head, he wins this entire thing.”

“He brought his own army,” Landon said. “Should we call other charters?”

“I can bring the Lost Men down,” Trev said. “I’ll make this town filthy.”

“No,” Miller said. “This is between me and him. That’s how it started and that’s how it’s going to end. I’m taking Ella and Beck to the cabin. I’ll go up to the mountains and get her settled. When Jerry finds nothing here - and nobody here - he’ll lose his mind even more. Then we’ll come back for one final stand. All or nothing, brothers. The plan has changed. This is moving beyond a war. This is about dying with honor and for honor. This is about doing what’s right for us and for everything we stand for. Even if it brings a life sentence. Anyone who can’t deal with that needs to drop their cut and take a vacation.”

“Never,” Jace said.

“Aye,” Shay said. “I’ll die in my cut, brothers.”

“We all will,” Gaige said. He grabbed Miller by the shoulder. “Go get her and get out of here. We’ll take it from here then. Okay?”

“I don’t want to f*cking leave,” Miller said. “But we have to be smart. We have to show him that this clubhouse doesn’t define us. Our brotherhood does. We could have this MC in a clubhouse like this or in the middle of the f*cking dessert with no table or chairs.”

Everything fell silent again.

“This would be where Blaine would ask if there would be * in the dessert,” Gaige said.

Miller shook his head. “Then I’d tell him to go f*ck a cactus.”

“Chances are he probably has,” Gaige said. “Or had one shoved up his ass or something.”

“Call the f*cking lawyer,” Miller ordered. “Get Blaine released.” Miller looked around. “Everyone else. Leave your rides and grab cars. I want it to look really f*cking weird for when he comes back.” Miller hugged Gaige. He then whispered, “Remember what I said to you before, brother. I trust you with the patch. You’re the best goddamn VP a man could ask for. And you would make a great f*cking President.”

“Not going to happen this time,” Gaige whispered back. “It’s your MC and your gavel. Let’s f*cking end this thing.”

Miller rushed to the bedroom and found Ella huddled in a corner, holding a crying Beck. The baby was red faced, thrashing his arms.

“I can’t get him to stop,” Ella said as she burst into tears.

“Okay, okay,” Miller said. He took Beck from Ella. “Hey, little dude. Look at Miller.” Miller held the baby out. “We’re going for a ride to fix all this. I need you to be tough. I need you to do what you do best. Sucking a nipple and shitting your pants.” Miller smiled and Beck smiled back, his eyes still full of tears. “Good man. You’re right wing man now, Beck. I’m leaving my VP behind. So you get the patch now. Got it, son?”