Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(9)

Miller looked at Jerry. “Are you serious?”

“What? She wants to work the street, fine. I’ll just cash in when I need it.”

As sad it was, it was almost like a small glimmer of hope for Miller. If Jerry was getting * somewhere else, then that meant at home…

Stop. You f*cking *, just stop.

“Playing with dirty *,” Miller said.

“It’s the best kind. Doesn’t want to talk about feelings, insurance, and all that shit.”

“All that shit,” Miller said. “You’re a real f*ck. I can’t wait to watch…”

Jerry put a hand up. “Save it. I want to show you something.”

“What?”

Jerry nodded and walked. Miller followed. They went around the SUV and sitting in the backseat was one of the Back Down Devil MC prospects.

“What the f*ck is this?” Miller asked.

Jerry opened the door. He grabbed the prospect and pulled him out. He slammed the young man against the side of the SUV. There were tattoos on his neck. Down his arms, his hands. He wore his plain black cut with the Back Down Devil name on it.

“This piece of trash was having lunch with his mother,” Jerry said.

“You left the lot?” Miller asked.

“I jumped the back gate.”

“For your mother?”

“She’s got f*cking cancer,” the prospect yelled.

Miller punched the guy in the mouth. “Don’t raise your voice to me, son.”

The prospect coughed and spit blood. “Sorry, sir.”

“I’m sorry your damn mother has cancer,” Miller said.

“Me too. I try to have lunch with her as much as I can. She’s refused treatment and she’s going to be dead soon. Maybe by now after what happened.”

“What happened?” Miller asked.

“Your prospect here, real name Ben, had a little gun problem a couple years ago. Funny how I stumbled across the paperwork just this morning. I realized that perhaps his gun charge could help point me in the direction of some other gun related crimes.”

“Fuck you,” Ben said. “You’ve got nothing on me.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” Jerry said. “But I’ve got a suspicion. And considering you’re affiliated with a motorcycle club that’s had a sketchy past, I think it’s best we take you in. Pull some old files and dig around.”

“He kicked in my mother’s door,” Ben said. “She fell to the floor and was losing her breath. Goddamn ambulance had to come and get her.”

“You can’t do this,” Miller said.

“It’s done,” Jerry said. He put a finger to Miller’s chest. “And I’m not done yet. I’m going to take you apart, Miller. Piece by f*cking piece. Until I get everything I want.”

Miller looked at Ben. The prospect was damn tearing up.

“Miller! Boss!”

It was Blaine, waving a phone.

Miller ran and Jerry called out, “See you soon!”

“This better be f*cking good,” Miller growled at Blaine.

“It’s Nate,” Blaine said. “There’s some guy in the lot. He’s got a gun. He’s looking for Griffin.”





five.



Gaige and Blaine were first this time. It pissed Miller off but wasting time arguing was wasting time with a gunman in their lot. They pulled into the lot to a full stand off happening. Erik, Jace, and Landon stood with their guns out. Nate was behind them, shouting orders.

Across the lot, near the motorcycles was a man with a gun to his head.

For a second, Miller didn’t know what the hell was going on.

The guy was short, fat, in old clothes. His hair and facial hair were messy and unkempt. He looked like a bum.

Miller ran to Shay and grabbed him by the shoulder.

Shay took a drag of a cigarette. “Goddamn fool, aye.”

“Who is that?”

“Griffin’s goddamn brother,” Shay said. “Gary. Jesus Christ.”

“The f*cking prick wants to die, let him,” Miller said.

“Hey,” Shay said. “It’s his brother. Blood brother.”

“You killed your brother,” Miller said.

Shay nodded.

Miller turned and stepped right out in front of all the weapons. “Everyone wearing leather cut! Stand down! That’s a direct order.”

“Hey, boss,” Blaine said, almost whispering. “I can get behind him. Neutralize this thing. We don’t need guns and blood in the lot right now.”

“Fuck,” Miller said. “Do it. I’ll distract the fat prick.”

Miller stepped forward, staring straight ahead at Griffin’s brother. He knew nothing of Griffin’s family. Some of that family shit was left behind when a man took his leather cut and promised to stay loyal to the club.

Gaige stepped up next to Miller.

“Hey, let me do this,” Gaige said. “In case you get shot.”

Miller looked at Gaige. “You have more to lose than I do.”

There was a second when Miller and Gaige stared at each other, both surprised at Miller’s words.

But dammit if that wasn’t the truth.