Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(64)

He then sat on the floor and reached under the bed. He had three shotguns ready to go. Miller put his head against the side of the bed and shut his eyes.

He opened his eyes to the sound of baby noises. There was light in the bedroom. He hurried to his feet and looked around the room.

Everything was normal.

It was morning. Too damn early to be up this early. But there was Beck, grabbing at his feet. He rolled to his belly and popped up, going for the edge of the bed. He reached one hand off the bed and Miller scooped him up.

“Daredevil,” Miller said. “Good morning.”

Ella stirred and sat up fast. “Where… what…”

“Good morning to you,” Miller said.

“Is Beck okay?”

“He’s fine. He was trying to climb off the bed.”

Ella blinked fast. “Oh, jeez. He’s too fast now.”

“He’s fine.”

“Did you sleep last night?”

“I’m fine.”

Ella got out of the bed. Her hair was a mess. A sexy mess. From sleep and sex.

She went right to Miller and Beck. She kissed Beck first, then Miller. Beck was quick to dive into his mother’s arms, looking for breakfast, obviously.

“I have to admit,” Miller said. “I’m a little jealous that the kid gets to go for it whenever he’s hungry.”

“The difference… if I let you do that, Miller, it would be all day, every day.”

Miller grinned. “Good point.”

The cabin was a little cool. Ella shivered as she sat on the couch. She started to nurse the baby and Miller built a fire. He used the last of the wood to get a small fire started.

“I’ll be back in a second,” he said. “I’m going to get some more firewood from around back. Then I’ll cook something for breakfast.”

“Grilled cheese?” Ella asked.

“If that’s what you want.”

Miller left the cabin and walked around back. The first thing he noticed was the pile of firewood spread across the ground. He didn’t remember it looking like that last night. Cautiously approaching the wood, Miller reached for his gun.

There was no gun.

“Ah, f*ck,” he growled.

He left his gun in cabin, in the bedroom.

Luckily there was no sign of a bear or something digging around. For all knew, he probably knocked the pile over last night trying to grab some wood.

Miller stacked the wood back up and then filled his arms. He walked around the other side of the cabin, keeping his eyes open and ready. Today was the day it all happened. Ella wouldn’t know a thing until it was all over. She would spend the day in the comfort of the cabin. In front of a fire, with her son, and just wait.

When Miller got to the front porch, the front door was wide open. On the second step was a pacifier.

Beck’s pacifier.

That’s when Miller heard a scream. He dropped the firewood and jumped forward. A gun went off and a hot pain went through his right shoulder, sending him spinning and falling to the ground.

“Miller!” Ella’s voice cried. “Help!”

It was all going down.

Right. Fucking. Now.





twenty-four.



Ella wasn’t sure how it all happened. And how it all happened so fast.

She heard the door open. She turned and couldn’t believe what she saw. Jerry standing there. A gun in his hand.

“Say a word and I’ll f*cking shoot you.”

Ella stood and held Beck tight.

“Where is he?” Jerry asked.

“Outside.”

“Come here right now. We’re leaving.”

“He’s going to kill you.”

“Don’t make me f*cking shoot you right now.”

Ella moved toward Jerry. Once in range, he grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the cabin. Beck had started to doze off after eating. They went down the steps and Beck’s pacifier fell out of his mouth, hitting the step.

“Don’t do this,” Ella pleaded.

“Shut up, bitch. You’re mine. I have my f*cking family again.”

“This is a bad idea.”

“Let him come after me. Watch what f*cking happens.”

Ella shut her mouth and looked around. They were going into the woods. She slowly reached down and took off one of Beck’s socks. She let it fall to the ground.

Jerry stopped walking. He lifted the gun.

“Shit,” he whispered.

Jerry pulled the trigger.

The boom made Beck jump in Ella’s arms. He started to scream.

“Miller! Help!” she yelled.

Jerry’s hand came across her face.

Ella almost fell over. She touched her mouth and tasted blood.

“Hurry. I swear I’ll kill you.”

Ella followed Jerry again. She stuck her fingers in her mouth and wiped blood on the trees. She then took Beck’s other sock off and dropped it. Bouncing the baby, she did her best to console him.

“You hurt his ears,” Ella said.

Jerry looked back. “I don’t care.”

“Then why are you taking us? You don’t want us. You don’t love us.”

“But he does,” Jerry said. “I’m taking everything from his life. He gets nothing. And when he watches you and that kid suffer… then he’ll go.”