Wild Blaze (Back Down Devil MC 0.5)(13)

Brody stopped his ride and made Lane and Jack survey the scene. There was nobody waiting for Heather right now. After shooting out the door, Brody told Heather she had literally two minutes to pack up some shit. In that two minutes, Heather managed to pack up two large bags. She couldn’t even lift them off the floor. Brody grabbed them and gave one to each prospect to strap on their backs.

Again, all of this told Brody that Heather was living a wild life of hell. She had packed bags fast before. She had dealt with drugs and guns before. The question was… just how innocent - or guilty - was this beautiful woman?

With Heather on the motorcycle again, Brody took off. The prospects were right behind him. A few minutes into their ride, there were cars flying up the road. Brody drew his weapon and lifted it, making sure the prospects knew to do the same. The cars swerved head on toward Brody but the second he started shooting, they cut their wheels and all three cars spun off the side of the road into the dirt, kicking up clouds of dust.

Brody and the prospects sped through the clouds and were off and free. Back into Frelen, sights set on the Back Down Devil clubhouse.

There was no more trouble and once Brody turned into the compound he felt a small wave of relief come over him. He helped Heather off her motorcycle and then went to the prospects.

“Put the bags in my room,” he said. “Then get yourself a beer, a shot, and a reliever. Just one though. You’ll have to share. You’re f*cking prospects and nothing more.” Jack and Lane nodded. Brody grabbed them each by their blank leather cuts. “Thank you though. That showed balls. That showed loyalty.”

The prospects walked away and Brody turned and went to Heather. He touched her arms and smiled. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Without responding, Heather jumped at him, kissing him. Brody wasn’t expecting the gesture and he wasn’t going to turn it down.

His hands settled at the small of her back, pulling tight and lifting her up. Their lips were tight together, Heather breathing wildly. She then started to part her sweet, thin lips, and that was all Brody could take. He commanded the kiss from there, his tongue tasting her lips and then moving into her mouth. Heather kissed right back with the same desperate fury, wanting more.

The kiss lasted only a few more seconds before Heather pulled back and shook her head.

“No, sorry. I… sorry.”

“It’s good. Why don’t you come inside?”

“Brody, wait.”

“What, sweetheart?”

“Lyle is a bad man,” Heather said. “He’s a…”

“Drugs?”

“Yeah. You heard?”

“I heard enough.”

“He’s got people. Contacts. They’ll come looking for me.”

Brody opened his arms and pointed to all the motorcycles. “Let them come. This is our town, sweetheart. This is Back Down Devil. Come inside and take a f*cking breath.”

“What if… I say no?”

Brody gritted his teeth. He moved toward Heather, knowing he needed to try and approach with care. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her. But, f*ck, sometimes everyone needed to be scared. To understand. To realize. To know the f*cking truth of life.

Brody touched Heather’s face. He stared deep into her eyes. “Don’t confuse what I did for you as anything more than what it is.”

“What is it?”

“I heard what you said. I heard what he said. I wasn’t going to let some * hurt a beautiful woman. But you’re not so innocent yourself, Heather. And I’m not offering you a chance to stay here. I’m telling you you’re staying here. You’ll be in care and have my protection. You’re not leaving until I tell you to. Do you f*cking understand that?”

Tears filled Heather’s eyes. She nodded.

Brody stepped back and made fists. He wasn’t like Lyle. He wasn’t like his father either. There was a difference between hurting and protecting, even if on the surface they seemed similar.

“I understand,” Heather said.

“Just be f*cking honest with me,” Brody said. “That’s all I can ask for right now.”

Heather stepped forward. She grabbed at Brody’s leather cut and tugged. “If you want honesty, fine. Right now I can’t stop thinking about a hot shower to wash… everything away.”

Holy f*cking hell…

“I can make that happen,” Brody said.

He led the way to the clubhouse. Once inside, he kept Heather close. All eyes were upon them. He spotted Lane and Jack coming back from the room. They looked beat to hell and tired.

“Lane,” Brody said. “Take Heather to my room.” He put his lips to Heather’s ear. “I’ll be there in a few.”

Heather went with Lane, Jack following.

Brody turned and was met with Blaine and Gaige.

“Whoa,” Blaine said. “I smelled that fresh * from a mile away. When do I get to taste it?”

“Fuck off,” Brody said.

“Care to tell us what that’s about?” Gaige asked.

“She’s a nurse,” Brody said.

“I’m hard,” Blaine said. “Rock hard. A nurse? Damn. I’ve got this massive growth between my legs… if she rubs it…”

“He doesn’t stop, does he?” Brody asked.