Wild Blaze (Back Down Devil MC 0.5)(3)

The doctor… that’s what Lyle wanted to be called in all this. Not just because it fit perfectly in the whole hospital thing. But because he liked the feeling of power. He thought he was a doctor, a savior for life. A saver of life. Something like a God to those who needed his services.

And yet, Heather was still the nurse. She was taking orders from someone else.

“Thank you,” Peter said. He put a hand out and touched Heather’s shoulder. “Thank you for your kindness and patience.”

The words made Heather feel sick. She blinked fast and forced herself to nod and to smile. “Of course, Mr. Peter. Just doing my job.”

Peter turned and started to walk. He made it all of three steps and stopped. He turned slightly and took the top off the coffee cup. This made Heather gasp.

What the hell is he checking for? It’s all in there…

“Motherf*cker,” Peter growled. He looked at Heather and showed her the cup. “Is this a f*cking joke?”

There was coffee in his cup.

Heather gasped again. She’d given him the wrong cup.

“Oh, no, Mr. Peter,” Heather said. “It’s right here.”

Peter threw the coffee on the floor. The brown liquid hit the white tile and spread all over. It made Heather wonder if that’s what blood looked like on the floor. Probably not. Blood was thicker. It wouldn’t run so freely.

She was scared to death now as Peter approached.

He clamped a hand on her wrist and showed his teeth. “Open the f*cking lid.”

Heather took the lid off the coffee cup and sure enough, in that cup, there was the drugs. The little packets of what Lyle called revenue and life.

“I’m sorry,” Heather whispered. “I gave you the wrong…”

Peter’s other hand flew out and had Heather by the throat. He turned and pushed her against the wall. His body was then against hers.

“I don’t allow f*cking messes,” Peter growled. “This isn’t a game, you f*cking bitch.”

“I know,” Heather said. “I’m sorry. It’s been a long day.”

“I don’t care. I almost left with a cup of f*cking coffee. Shitty hospital coffee.”

“It’s fixed,” Heather said. “You have the right cup now.”

Peter took a deep breath. “Sometimes I wonder what Lyle sees in you. But I get it. You grovel so easily. You’d go right to your knees if I let you go. I bet I could take out my fat cock and you’d suck it. Because I’d tell you to and you’d f*cking listen to me. Because that’s what you do. That’s why Lyle loves you. He gets to smack you around and then turn you around and f*ck you. Those tits. That ass. Your stupid voice. It’s so tempting. If I hadn’t wasted all my time waiting for you, I’d turn you around right now.”

Heather could just listen. That’s what she had trained herself to do. To just listen. If she believed any of it, it made everything worse. Right now, Peter wouldn’t hurt her. He wouldn’t try and touch her. He had a lot of money worth of drugs to take care of.

When Peter let Heather go, she remained in the same position. That was something else she learned. Don’t fall. Don’t fight back. Don’t look. Don’t do a f*cking thing.

Peter took the cup from Heather’s hand. He put the lid back on it and lifted it to his lips. He blew into it and threw it back as though there were coffee in the cup. He smiled and walked away. As he moved around the puddle of coffee on the floor, he turned his head.

“Excuse me, nurse?”

“Yes…”

“You might want to get someone to clean up this mess. Dangerous here. Someone could slip, fall, and break their neck. You wouldn't want that, would you?”

“Of course not,” Heather said. “I’ll get it taken care of right away.”

Peter lifted his coffee cup and smiled. “Thank you.”

He went to the elevators, and once he was gone, Heather managed to breathe and run away from the scene. She knew running down the hall would attract attention, but then out of nowhere, a group of nurses appeared, also running.

“Come on, Heather!” someone yelled.

“What’s wrong?” Heather asked.

“Those freaking biker gangs,” Debbie said. Her glasses bounced on her face. “There was some kind of explosion over there and one of the guys got damn near blown to pieces…”

Another wonderful day.





three.



Normally, this type of thing wouldn’t be Brody’s problem. It was some guy getting jacked up in the back of his store. If anything, Brody would wait for it to end and then approach the attackers and make sure they knew this was Back Down Devil territory. Then he would collect what they had stolen.

But this was old man Ronnie. A man who ran a store that kept Brody alive and fed. Plus, young, beautiful Ana deserved more than this.

Don’t let them touch me again…

That made Brody rage with jealousy and anger. That perfect little body of Ana’s wasn’t pure? He refused to believe that.

“How many are there?” Brody asked.

“Two,” Ana said. “Their names are Michael and Tiny.”

“Tiny? Really?”

“Tiny is fat,” Ana said. “It’s a joke name.”