Wild Blaze (Back Down Devil MC 0.5)(27)

Griffin came up next to Brody and gave the signal. He took out a small black box and showed it to Brody. All Brody could do was look straight ahead. He had no control over anything right now and he f*cking hated it.

The truck suddenly exploded, leaving the ground in a large fireball. Pieces of metal hit the ground, some burning, some just rolling away.

The four motorcycles kept riding. Brody watched and saw the black car turn, coming to a spinning halt. The car was facing the motorcycles as they approached. Brody wanted to just fly up and save Heather.

But he couldn’t do that. He had to play this thing out right now. There was no choice. Everything to do with the f*cking plan was a mess. The truck was in flames, the drugs wasted. The message was sent and clear. But now they had to take care of Lyle and save Heather.

Brody wondered if he was the only one who gave a shit about saving Heather.

The car suddenly made its move. The back wheels spun and screamed as the car started to turn. It spun around and tried to take off.

“Fuck!” Gaige yelled.

He took out a gun and shot at the car.

“Not Heather!” Brody growled.

Gaige shot two more times. One of the back tires exploded and the car spun again. This time it went off the road and echoed with the crunch of metal as it rolled once and came to its final stop.

“No,” Brody said. “No, no, no…”

He rode past the wreckage of the blown up truck and got off his motorcycle before it came to a complete halt. The motorcycle rolled and fell to the ground. Before Brody could take two steps, Lyle climbed from the car. He had a gun in his hand and pointed it at Brody.

Brody drew his weapon.

It was on now. Brody wasn’t going to back down.

“Everyone wait a f*cking second,” another voice yelled.

It was Gaige.

Soon there was four men wearing Back Down Devil patches, all standing with guns pointed at Lyle.

But Lyle had the trump card in all this.

He still had Heather. And she hadn’t moved or made a sound. The front of the car was facing the opposite way, so Brody couldn’t even see if she was alive.

“What did you do?” Lyle asked.

“We blew up your shit,” Brody said. “Now give me Heather and let’s end this.”

“That was… important to me.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Gaige said. “We don’t allow drugs in our town.”

“But you want this whore?” Lyle asked. “You know what she did for me? All those deals…”

“None of that matters,” Brody said.

“Oh, so * makes everything okay. You f*cked her, didn’t you? You let her go wild on you? That’s good. Hope you enjoyed it. She’s dead.”

Brody lunged forward, expecting a bullet to eat through his flesh. Instead, Lyle moved the gun and pointed it into the car. He smiled and Brody froze, putting his hands up.

“Easy,” Brody said. “Is she okay?”

“She’s alive right now,” Lyle said. “Not for long though. I’m going to put a f*cking bullet in her skull. Then we’ll see how tough you are.”

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” Brody said. “You don’t know who we are. What we’re capable of.”

“And here I am, the one with a gun pointed at the woman you so desperately care about. What is it? Because she’s hurt? Sad? Because I taught her a few lessons? You think you can save her. She’s gone, man. She’s gone. Now let me do what I have to do here.”

“What’s that?” Brody asked.

“I need a ride out of here. I’ll take one of your motorcycles. But I’m taking her with me.”

“Fuck you, you’re not,” Brody said.

“Then she dies…”

Lyle turned his head and Brody lunged forward again.

A gun went off, the shot echoing like a crack of thunder. Brody lost his balance and got ready to shoot Lyle right between the eyes. But he didn’t have a chance to do that. Like a flower blooming on his chest, blood seeped everywhere on Lyle’s shirt as he stumbled back, dropped his gun, and collapsed to the ground.

Brody looked back and Jace nodded.

“Gone, brother,” Jace said. “Go save your woman now.”

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It all moved so fast. Riding in the car with Lyle felt like speeding toward certain death. The way he yelled, the way he threatened Heather again and again, she kept herself composed by hoping when it was time to finally die, it would be fast and without pain.

When the truck exploded, Lyle turned his head and looked her dead in the eyes.

“What did you f*cking do to me?”

His voice was icy venom, his eyes like a wounded predator desperate for one last attack. Right then Heather figured he was going to kill her.

But he didn’t.

He cut the wheel, spun around, and faced the oncoming traffic of four motorcycles. Four guys from Back Down Devil. One of the guys being Brody. That was the only glimmer of hope Heather had in the entire ordeal.

“I’m taking them into a trap,” Lyle said. “I’m taking them right out of Frelen. And you’re going to kill them.”

“What are you talking about?” Heather asked.

“I’m taking them through an ambush of my guys. Nobody needs to know about the truck yet. I’ll use what I can until I have to kill you and make a run for it. But you’re going to call my guys and make the kill.” Lyle laughed. It was sick, maniacal, sad. “Hold on tight, whore.”