Steel Temptation (Back Down Devil MC #6)(65)

But looking around the lot right then, what kind of life would that be? There were blood stains on the ground. Bodies underground that needed to be tended to. The gunfight had ended with one of Chief Jerry’s guys dead and the chief backing over the other, killing him. Then he sped away.

Nate came back with Mia; they were both safe.

The judge was buried and definitely dead by now.

“What’s on your mind, President?”

Miller turned and saw Griffin standing with two beers.

“Shit,” Miller said. “The past…”

“Ah, you can’t go there,” Griffin said. “It’ll kill you…”

Miller grinned.

There was a soft ping sound and Miller saw Griffin’s eyes go wide. His face went white. His neck then went slump. All of this before the blood started to pour from his neck. The two bottles of beer fell from his hands, hitting the ground shattering.

Griffin took two steps, his eyes already white and glossy, before he collapsed to the ground. He hit the seat of the picnic table on the way down and it flipped him to his back.

The blood poured from his neck.

A single bullet wound.

Miller then looked out and saw a car at the end of the lot.

The sunset in the background, Chief Jerry behind the wheel, some kind of rifle in the window.

Miller rolled back and off the table as another ping sounded.

He hit the ground and started to yell for help.

He looked through the table and saw Griffin… a patched in member of Back Down Devil MC… a f*cking table member…

Dead.

“Brother…,” Miller said. “Rest in peace…”

He then shut his eyes.

And he saw Anne… the woman he once loved and used to call Ella. It hurt, bad.

Nobody killed a table member.

This was beyond war now.

This was going to be the end of Back Down Devil…