Wild Blaze (Back Down Devil MC 0.5)(23)

“I’m pissing you off?”

“Stand up. Right now.”

“Fuck you.”

Brody turned and looked down at Heather. “You don’t get how powerful I am. How powerful Back Down Devil is. I didn’t want to show you something… but I think I have to now. To prove it to you.”

“What? What Brody?”

“Come with me.”

“I’m half naked.”

“I don’t care. Come with me right now.”

Brody put a hand out and Heather took it. She was an idiot for taking it, but damn, Brody was just too sexy when was mad. He wasn’t mad the same way Lyle always got mad. This was a different kind of mad. Whatever the hell that actually meant.

“I’m serious,” Heather said. “I have just…”

“A shirt and a thong on,” Brody said. “I see it. It’s making me hard. But that’s good enough. Come with me.”

Brody led the way from the room and down the hall. He turned to go toward the main part of the clubhouse and Heather pulled at him. Brody growled and then opened another door. They walked into a room that was wide but small. Maybe some kind of storage closet. But in the middle of the floor was a chair. Someone was tied to the chair. Hanging above the person was a light with a chain.

“This is what I didn’t want to show you,” Brody said.

He pulled on the chain and the light came on. He pulled Heather to the front of the chair and when she saw who it was, she let out a gasp.

“Mr. Peter?” she whispered.

“His name is Peter,” Brody said. “No Mr. Peter. Right, *?”

Brody smacked Peter in the face. His eyes opened, bruised and swollen. His face was destroyed, the white gag in his mouth stained red from blood. He had one foot in the grave, the other just seconds away.

“How?” Heather asked. “He was picked up… he was…”

Brody grabbed Heather by the arms and made her look at him. “This is what I’m telling you. Back Down Devil owns and runs Frelen. We get what we want when we want it. Peter has been telling us a lot of interesting shit. Useful. That’s why he’s not going to be suffering much longer. But we need you next, sweetheart. You have to get to that hospital. You have to f*ck with Lyle’s head.”

“I don’t understand…”

Brody grabbed the gag and pulled it from Peter’s mouth. He slapped him in the face again. “Tell her, Peter. Tell her the next deal.”

Peter swallowed. “He’s… he’s got a pickup truck. It’s got a cover on it. He’s moving a lot this time. The truck is registered in your name, Heather. He’s… he’s f*cking you… just like he f*cks everyone…”

Peter’s head nodded.

Brody fixed the gag.

Heather’s world started to spin.

“That’s the truth,” Brody said. “He has a truck coming into Frelen full of drugs. If it gets picked up, you’ll be in jail for the rest of your damn life, sweetheart.”

Heather shook her head. “I would never…”

“We know about the truck, the shipment, the timing, everything. That’s what a few fingers gets you…”

Heather looked down at Peter’s hands and felt her stomach flip. His left hand was missing his pointer, middle, and ring finger. Even as a nurse, and seeing some wild and deadly things come through the hospital, nothing ever seemed so violent and real.

Heather turned and threw up. She fell to her knees and Brody crouched down next to her. He rubbed her back as though she were just sick with a stomach bug.

“I’m sorry,” Brody said. “But now you understand it. We’re going to blow the truck up. Griffin is on it already. He’s good with that shit. The truck goes up, the drugs are gone, and Lyle will be f*cking livid. All his rage and anger will come to you, sweetheart. That’s why we need you. And the second he’s ready to explode… well, he will explode. But he won’t hurt you.”

Heather turned her head, tears filling her eyes. “This is what you do? For a living?”

“This is my life,” Brody said. “It’s not beautiful, but it’s honest. And you won’t be hurt today. Tomorrow. Or forever, sweetheart.”

Brody reached out and wiped the tears from Heather’s eyes.

Behind them, Peter let out a painful and weak groan.

Heather shut her eyes and began to nod.

She would do it.

She would help take down Lyle.

More so, she would do anything to make Brody and Back Down Devil happy. And yet, somewhere inside herself, she didn’t quite understand why. But it felt right.





fifteen.



Brody hated the idea of being so far away from Heather right now. There was too much trust being left in the hands of prospects. While guys like Lane and Jack were okay, there was a good goddamn reason why they weren’t wearing Back Down Devil patches.

Griffin was in the hospital, along with Jace. The rest of the guys were busy dealing with the other situation, meaning the bomb that almost took Erik’s life. If that wasn’t busy enough, Landon had taken on some unneeded guilt and had a woman with him in the clubhouse trying to escape some of her own violent demons. The entire club and clubhouse was a big f*cking mess. But that’s how the life treated those in it. It would pile on and slowly go away.