Wild Blaze (Back Down Devil MC 0.5)(12)

Heather exited the hospital barely out of breath. Her legs burned a little, her mind and heart a lot. She couldn’t help but wonder if her legs would burn like this if she were with that biker. How he’d touch her. Hold her. Pull at her.

Lyle stood outside his car, arms crossed.

Heather gave a small wave and ran to him. “Hey… what’s…”

Lyle grabbed Heather by the arms and spun her around. He slammed her against the car so hard, she lost her breath.

“You f*cking whore,” he growled.

Did he see me? With that biker? I didn’t do anything… well, in my mind…

“You dumb bitch,” Lyle said.

“What?” Heather managed to find her breath.

“Peter was picked up yesterday,” Lyle said. “Because of you.”

“Me? What did I…”

Lyle slid a hand up over Heather’s mouth. He squeezed tight. She could barely breathe through her nose.

“You f*cking gave him the wrong cup of coffee,” Lyle said.

Heather shook her head.

“You wasted time. Precious f*cking time. They were looking for him. They were on to him. If he got the right cup and it was all perfect, like I had said it would be, he would have been out of town before anything happened. But he had to rush. And he got caught. Because of you, you f*cking idiot.”

Lyle moved his hand and Heather let out a gasp for air. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Lyle.”

“That’s not good enough,” Lyle said. “You f*cked me.”

“I’m not a drug dealer,” Heather said. “That’s not what I signed up for.”

Lyle grabbed Heather again. He slammed her against the car. She cried out. He pulled her to do it again.

“I f*cking dare you,” a voice said.

Heather looked and saw the biker standing behind Lyle, a gun to Lyle’s head.

“Holy shit,” Heather whispered.

“Do it, *,” the biker said. “Hurt her again. I dare you.”

“Who the f*ck is this?” Lyle asked. He let Heather go and slowly turned.

“Stop it,” Heather said. “Put the gun down and leave.”

“Listen to her,” Lyle said. “You don’t know who I am. I don’t travel alone.”

“Neither do I,” the biker said. “Bring them out!”

Bring them out?

Heather looked left, right, and left again. She couldn’t believe her eyes. There were two more bikers and they were dragging two of Lyle’s men. Their faces bloody, feet barely able to move.

“Drop them,” the biker said. He looked at Lyle. “Those are your men. Take good care of them. Because she’s coming with me. You’re not going to hurt her anymore.”

“Who the f*ck are you?” Lyle spit fire.

“I’m Brody. I’m Back Down Devil. I’m going to kill you if you step into this town again.”

Heather was shaking. She didn’t know what to do or where to turn.

Lyle made a move though. He spun, hand ready to smash into Heather’s face. She braced herself but wasn’t prepared for what happened.

The biker - Brody - was faster than Lyle.

He made a fist and punched Lyle right in the nose. Heather had never seen someone stand up to Lyle, let alone actually hit him.

Lyle stumbled back, grabbing at his face.

Brody put his hand out. “Come on, sweetheart. This is over. You’re not going to get hurt anymore. Not with me.”

“You’ll f*cking pay for this!” Lyle screamed. “You’ll f*cking die for this!”

“Ignore him,” Brody said.

Heather couldn’t believe what was happening right now. She was following a biker. Before she knew what she was doing, she was on the back of his motorcycle. He turned his head and yelled to her, “Tell me where he lives. We’ll go get you some clothes and shit. You’re done with that *, sweetheart. Trust me. You’re not going to end up dead when I’m looking after you.”

Then stop looking after me.

But Heather didn’t say that. Because it would have been a complete lie. In fact, she wanted Brody to keep looking after her. And more.





eight.



Brody throttled his ride and clenched his teeth. Behind him the prospects were following. It was dumb luck that Lane and Jack ended up staying in the hospital to flirt with a few of the girls at the check-in desk. It was even dumber luck that Brody saw Lyle’s * guys standing around, smoking, talking about drugs. It damn near set itself up for Brody to save her.

But drugs? What the f*ck…

Brody had heard enough of the conversation between Lyle and Heather to know that this beautiful nurse on the back of his motorcycle wasn’t the most innocent woman in the world. He could deal with that later though. First, he needed to get her to safety. Then he could pick her apart and figure out what the hell was going on behind the scenes here in Frelen.

Heather yelled directions into his ear. Her hands were tight around his waist. Her small hands hung on for dear life as he made sharp lefts, sharper rights, and sped as fast as he could.

The house was far out on the edge of Frelen. Actually, Brody couldn’t be sure that the house wasn’t a couple hundred yards outside Frelen. That made Lyle and whatever operation he was running a little trickier.