SAVAGE LOVE (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel)

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SAVAGE LOVE

A Back Down Devil
MC Novel

He
’
s not afraid to be a man
…
now he has to be a
father
–
to a
child that isn
’
t
his.

Wearing
the President
’
s
patch for Back Down Devil MC comes with enough danger, but now Miller is waging
a war of revenge on one of the most prominent figures in town. A man who wears
a badge and who has turned his back on the club. What
’
s at stake goes far
beyond the present and future
…
this is to settle a damaged past
…

Because
of one woman.

Ella
never understood why Miller left her. Why he just disappeared into the night
all those years ago, only to return bigger and meaner than ever. Years stripped
them apart as she
married
Jerry and had his baby. But it
’
s all a lie. Her heart
remains with one man, but how can she get him to accept her now
…

All
it takes is one moment to change everything. When Ella shows up to the
clubhouse with a baby, Miller knows this is his chance to not only protect the
one woman he
’
s
ever loved, but to become the man he always knew he could be. While
the
baby staring at him doesn
’
t
share his blood, Miller vows to share his love with the young life. The only
problem
…
Miller must kill the baby
’
s
father first.

one.

Miller wrapped his hand around the
woman
’
s hair and lifted her
away from him. He was done. She wasn
’
t
needed anymore. He sucked on a cigar, took a sip of whiskey from the bottle,
and then pointed to the door.

“
Out,
”
he growled.

The woman licked her lips, fixed her
hair, and left the conference room.

Normally there wasn
’
t supposed to be anything but
club business at the table, but Miller was the goddamn President of Back Down
Devil MC. He could do whatever he wanted.

Zipping his jeans, Miller took
another swig of whiskey. He looked across the table -
his table
- and
shook his head. He replayed the entire scene again and again. He and Griffin sitting there, having a beer. Reflecting on all the messes that had come to Frelen.
From the crooked judge who had been buried all the way to a guy the MC once
considered a friend. The Chief of Police in Frelen, Jerry. And it was Jerry who
was who snuck into the lot and it was Jerry who had a rifle. And it was fucking
Chief Jerry who pulled the trigger and killed Griffin.

A table member.

Miller didn
’
t want to think about the last time a table member
had been killed. It was the worst tragedy he could think of and the ultimate
showing of disrespect to the MC. Yet the path going forward had to be carefully
traveled. This wasn
’
t some
gang or rival MC that Back Down Devil could just wipe out. This was the local
PD. This was the chief.

They took one of my brothers.

Miller swallowed the lump in his
throat. He felt like flipping the table. Breaking it. Cutting it. Shooting up
the goddamn room. But now, more than ever, everyone out in the clubhouse needed
a leader. Yeah, the woman and the whiskey would patch up the wounds a little,
but not enough. The entire MC was a ticking time bomb. If a war broke out
between the MC and the police department, it wouldn
’
t end well. Fuck, everything was going to end
badly, no matter what.

Slowly, Miller stood. He walked
along the table until he got to Griffin
’
s
seat. He touched the chair. The son of a bitch had been overweight and a pain
in the ass. He spoke his mind too much but was fiercely loyal to the patch, the
club, and anyone who he considered a brother.

No member deserved that kind of
death.

A bullet to the neck. Blood
spraying. Dead in a minute.

“
Shit,
”
Miller said.

The conference room door opened and
Gaige entered. He shut the door behind him.

“
It
’
s almost time,
”
he said.
“
Coffin
’
s here.
”

“
Okay,
”
Miller said.

“
You
got everything ready to go?
”

“
I
’
m good, Gaige. Thanks. Remember
my cut, okay? I don
’
t need
a fucking backseat driver.
”

“
But
you need a VP. That
’
s why I
’
m here.
”

Miller rubbed his chin. This wasn
’
t the time and place to let
emotions run wild. He crossed his arms.
“
This
is fucked up.
”

“
This
is what we thought was going to happen,
”
Gaige said.
“
Not Griffin, but, you know, everything else.
”

Miller nodded.
“
I
’
m
trying really hard to keep the word
war
out of my mind. But goddammit,
that
’
s what this is all
becoming. After what we went through with Eight Under MC. Then taking down
Strokner. Now we
’
re going
to take on our biggest ally.
”

“
We
’
ll find another one,
”
Gaige said.
“
A man like Jerry isn
’
t sane. You know that. He
’
s lost his edge. And he lost his
ally when we took down that judge. He wants to cash out, but he
’
s not going without a fight.
”

“
I
know that, Gaige.
”

“
You
know what it means.
”

“
What
does it mean?
”
Miller
asked, gritting his teeth. Goddamn, he just wanted to punch something. Fight
someone.
Kill.

“
He
’
s not going to make it out
alive.
”

Miller had already made his peace
with that the second he looked into Jerry
’
s
eyes as he backed out of the lot after killing Griffin. The only problem was
what Jerry was going to leave behind. A wife and a kid. A wife that Miller had
a history with. A kid that meant nothing to him but didn
’
t deserve the kind of life it was going to live.
Maybe it was easy to just put a bullet in Chief Jerry
’
s head and deal with the rest later, but Miller
couldn
’
t imagine hurting
Ella.
Again.

“
Call
a meeting,
”
Miller said.
“
I want the table full.
”
He then looked down at Griffin
’
s seat.
“
Well, almost full.
”

Gaige left the conference room.

In a matter of seconds, all the
guys started to pile into the room. They all went to their seats, standing.
Nobody sat until Miller said so. They were all standing out of respect for Griffin.

Miller grabbed his chair and pushed
it away. He then nodded.
“
You
all sit. Right now.
”

To his left was VP Gaige. To his
right was Blaine. A loyal and sick in the head man. Blaine
’
s face looked drawn and hurt. He
stared at the empty seat, his hands made into fists.

Then there was the rest of the
table members. Nate, Shay, Erik, Landon, Jace. All of them had been through
hell and back for Back Down Devil. All of them were ready to go right back into
the flames again.

“
I
know we have revenge in our hearts,
”
Miller said.
“
We have our
fingers on the trigger. I know we
’
re
all telling ourselves the life sentence behind bars is worth it to just get the
motherfucker. For that, I praise you all. We
’
d
die for each other. We
’
d
die for our fallen brother. Just like he did for us. Sometimes we face
questions that have no answers. Maybe that
’
s
the hardest part of living this life. The way we can run alongside death,
giving her the finger, and yet she strikes when we least expect it.
”

Miller let the words filter through
the room. He glanced at the empty seat. Tradition would have the MC go through
a mourning period. They
’
d
get angry, pick fights, drink a lot, fuck women, and work through the pain.
Circumstances were very different now. The seat needed to get filled sooner
than later. To gear up for what was about to go down.

There were words Miller wanted to
say but couldn
’
t. Because
there were too many goddamn ears.

“
So
now we have to go face one of our brother
’
s
last rides. Griffin gets his rest. His memory will live on throughout this
clubhouse forever. While we can
’
t
ever forget him and what he gave to all of us, we can
’
t hold on. I have to speak harsh words as this club
’
s President and hear this
fucking clear as day. We can
’
t
hold on. We need to let go and look forward.
”

Miller motioned and everyone stood
up. He pointed to Griffin
’
s
seat. Everyone at the table started to nod, clap, cheer. Everyone started to
bump fists, hug, anything to tighten up the loose ends of brotherhood. They all
knew the next bullet could be for any of them. Christ, Miller knew it in his
heart that he was just a foot away from Griffin when the bullet flew. It could
have been Miller. Maybe it should have been.

The table stayed active with
everyone cheering, talking, listening to Miller
’
s
words. Miller knew if he didn
’
t
keep the guys under control all hell would break loose. Right now it was about
control, then revenge.

As the guys started to pass around
a drink, Miller turned and motioned for both Gaige and Blaine.

They huddled close.

“
I
would never doubt you,
”
Miller said to Gaige.
“
But
we
’
re sure about this?
”

“
One
hundred fucking percent. I watched it happen.
”

“
We
’
ll need a cut to make this
right,
”
Miller said.

“
Let
’
s get through it first,
”
Blaine said.

“
You
’
re good?
”
Miller asked Blaine.

“
Just
emptied my dick out in some woman out there. Wild thing out there. Right in the
hallway. Probably still standing there, dripping.
”

“
Good
to know,
”
Gaige said.

“
Back
on topic,
”
Miller said.
“
You know what you have to do?
”

“
I
’
m all over it.
”

“
You
have to take care of your breathing,
”
Miller said.
“
Take it easy
and not panic.
”

“
Hey,
there
’
s only one thing that
could ever make me panic,
”
Blaine said. He put a hand to Miller
’
s
shoulder and grinned.
“
You
know what that is?
”

“
What,
Blaine?
”
Miller asked.

“
Why
’
d you ask?
”
Gaige groaned.

“
The
only thing that could ever make me panic is if my cock couldn
’
t get hard. Anything else? Bring
it the fuck on.
”

Miller nodded.

Bring it the fuck on.

That was the plan. And one thing
Miller knew for sure.

Bullets were about to fly.