Wild Blaze (Back Down Devil MC 0.5)(26)

All Heather had to do was stay in the hospital and wait for Brody to call her. Or better yet, come to her. Run down the hall and scoop her up. Spin her around and whisper into her ear that everything was okay. That nothing else bad could ever happen to her. That he would be there to protect her.

It all seemed to come together in Heather’s mind.

Reality didn’t take hold in her mind until she was inside the elevator with Lyle. And he had a gun pulled and stuck into her ribs.

“What…”

“You’re coming with me,” Lyle said. “We’re doing this together.”

Lyle grinned and Heather felt her face flush. She was stuck, trapped, and worse yet, she had to face the fact that Lyle really was a smart man. And a very bad man.

That’s when another harsh dose of reality hit Heather.

I’m going to die.





seventeen.



Brody stared at Gaige as the call came in. When Gaige gave a quick nod, Brody was already on his motorcycle, starting it. Gaige did the same and grabbed at Brody’s leather.

“Bro, he has her.”

The words made Brody tense with anger.

They all knew Lyle would grab Heather and take her, that’s why they were on the look out. Lyle wasn’t dumb enough to trust her and just leave her. She was his insurance policy in all this. Part of Brody had hoped Heather would end up in the hospital, safe and sound.

But she wasn’t. She was in the passenger seat of Lyle’s car, scared to f*cking death. Because she didn’t know about this part of the plan. Miller and Gaige demanded she not know so she could play it with real fear. If not, Lyle would have killed her by now.

Brody and Gaige took off through the parking lot. They cut onto the main road in Frelen and Gaige pointed when he spotted the black car. Lyle was darting in and out of traffic, tires crying out as he did so. The car was made for this kind of driving, but the other people on the road weren’t. All it would take was one person to suddenly turn left or right and cause a big accident.

There was nothing that could be done right now in Frelen. It all had to come to an end beyond the residential and commercial part of town. And it was important for Lyle to get the clear message before he met his death. Behind them, Brody looked and saw Griffin and Jace catching up. Soon enough the traffic would thin out and Lyle would know he was being followed. That was okay though, because the end result would be the same. Lyle would watch his f*cking shipment explode.

It made Brody grip the handlebars tighter, throttle the motorcycle harder.

Once through the main part of Frelen, the four motorcycles spread out. Jace and Brody were in the oncoming lane of traffic. Griffin and Gaige in the right lane. The black car ahead swerved to the left, then to the right, fixing itself.

Brody looked at Jace and nodded.

He knows.

The car sped up and the motorcycles did the same. They were going to run him into a trap. It was that easy. Run him right to the pickup truck. Then they’d get Heather out of the damn car and to safety. Lyle would do his thing, trying to be big and tough, and then Griffin would press a button and the truck would explode.

There was a wide turn up ahead. Brody throttled harder and started to take the lead. He cut into the right lane, not wanting to run the risk of someone coming the opposite way and crashing into him and Jace. They went around the bend and up ahead was the black dot of something coming.

It’s the truck.

Lyle sped up some more and the motorcycles weren’t going to be able to keep up.

Brody tried to go faster but quickly realized he wasn’t alone. Griffin and Gaige came up on each side of him. Gaige was screaming something and when Brody looked, he was pointing to the side of the road.

“What the f*ck?” Brody screamed.

Gaige moved to the side of the road. Griffin cut up and in front of Brody, almost clipping the front wheel of Brody’s motorcycle. Brody quickly hit the brakes and moved to the side of the road, the back tire of the motorcycle cutting along the pavement and then dirt.

“What the f*ck are we doing?” Brody yelled.

“He’s not stopping,” Gaige said. “Time to do this right now. He’s not taking the lead in this.”

“What the hell are you talking about, bro?” Brody asked. “He’s going to stop the truck.”

“He’s taking off,” Griffin said. “Okay? Look at him up there. If he gets too close to the truck, I can’t light it up then. Unless I take out the woman, too.”

“Just end this shit,” Jace said.

Brody stepped off his motorcycle. He made a line for Jace and both men readied for a fight.

“Say that again,” Brody said.

“Cut it out,” Gaige yelled. “Griffin’s right. We don’t have time. We’re going to creep up and Griffin’s going to hit the switch.”

“What if he kills her?” Brody asked. “What if he freaks out and…”

“I’m sorry, man,” Gaige said. “This has to end.”

Brody wanted to argue, but he knew better. Right now, there was someone he cared about in a car that could end up hurt, or dead. He set his sights to his motorcycle and waited for Gaige to take the lead again.

They were back on the road and up ahead, the car looked so small and so far away. The truck was approaching and while they all started to attempt to catch up, that wasn’t going to do a thing.