Wild Blaze (Back Down Devil MC 0.5)(22)

“He’s right,” Gaige said. “We ripped Lyle’s pet away.”

Pet?

Brody hated the sound of that, even if Gaige was right.

“So what do we do?” Miller asked.

“Send Heather back into the fire,” Brody said. “And then we take care of it.”

Gaige eyed Brody. “You okay with that, bro? Sending your girl into that?”

“I just met her,” Brody said. “This club is at war. We can’t risk anything else going wrong.”

Miller clamped a hand to Brody’s shoulder. “I’m telling you right now. I’ll give it one chance. If it goes wrong, then I’m taking people out personally. I respect your connection to all this. Your old man and shit. So I’ll let this one ride out. But one chance, Brody.”

“That’s all I need,” Brody said.

Miller looked around the clubhouse. “Day’s over. Drink to our brother, Erik, and his recovery. Tomorrow, we take care of our problem with these drugs.”

Miller walked away.

“Bro, you okay with this?” Gaige asked.

“I have no choice,” Brody said. “I know what she’s been doing and she’s sincere about it.”

“Look at you,” Nate said. “The right * comes along and you’re happy.”

“What’s she made out of, chocolate?” Jace asked.

“Chocolate *,” Blaine said. “You know, I’ve had that perfect, interesting taste. I mean, it was fun to watch her squat over a bowl…”

“I wish one of those whores would shoot him,” Nate said.

Gaige laughed and Brody followed. They stared at Blaine. He smiled and took his drink and left, rubbing his forehead.

“Hey,” Nate said to Brody. “What head are you using on this?”

“The right one,” Brody said. “If she dies, she dies, fine. But she can’t get thrown back into Lyle’s arms. He’ll kill her slowly. Day by day. Fist by fist. Taking her freedom and hope. That’s the worst death. I’ve seen it.”

Brody swallowed hard and walked away.

When he opened the door to his room, he found Heather on the bed, sleeping. He walked to the bed and touched her hair. She let out a soft purr and smiled.

She’s comfortable here. With me. What a f*cking mess.





fourteen.



Heather woke and jumped up. She was disoriented yet really relaxed. She looked around the room, bringing the details back one at a time. To her right the bed was messy but empty. Had she slept alone? Had Brody come back?

The door opened and Brody was there, leather cut on his strong body and two plates of food in his hands. In the middle of each plate was a mug of coffee.

“Quite the balancing act,” Heather said.

“Yeah. Watch me. I have a second career in the making, in case this badass biker thing falls through.”

Heather giggled.

She tried to move from the bed but Brody stopped.

“Ease up, where are you going?”

“I don’t want to mess up the bed,” Heather said.

“What? Because of breakfast? You’ve never had breakfast in bed?”

Heather lowered her eyes. “I…”

“Fuck that,” Brody said. He put the plates right on the bed. “Eat in bed. Make a f*cking mess, sweetheart. Live a little.”

Heather smiled and blushed. “I’m living a lot right now. More than I ever thought.”

“Yeah, well don’t get too comfortable. Enjoy your breakfast in bed. Because after this, you’re going to f*cking work.”

Heather had a piece of bacon in her hand. She looked at Brody and dropped the bacon. “What?”

“You’re going to work,” Brody said. “I’m sure you have a shift today.”

“I…”

“Even if you don’t, you’re working today. We’re going to check on Erik and you need to be there to work.”

“Why? Brody, if Lyle…”

Brody sat down on the bed. He took a piece of bacon off his plate and bit at it. He wouldn’t look at Heather now, leaving her feeling even more worried.

“Listen,” Brody said softly, “I’m not going to apologize for who I am. Or for what my club has to do to survive. I’m not going to apologize for what’s happening. The bottom line is that we need you, sweetheart. And you need us.”

“You’re f*cking blackmailing me?”

“No. This isn’t an information play. This is a f*cking mission.” Brody finished his bacon and looked at Heather. “This is real shit, sweetheart. And I’m going to protect you when it’s all done. But right now, Lyle is going to come looking for you. You’re going to sweet talk him to death. I need to know the next play.”

“He’s going to hit me,” Heather said. “If he gets me alone…”

“Not in the hospital.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Give him what he wants,” Brody growled. “Play into him. We get information and we end this.”

“End this by killing Lyle?”

Brody stood up. “I didn’t want to ruin your breakfast, but you’re starting piss me off.”