Wild Blaze (Back Down Devil MC 0.5)(5)

“Did you f*ck her?”

“No,” Michael yelled. “I swear.”

Brody gritted his teeth. He remembered sneaking around this back room a few times, hoping to find where old man Ronnie stored the cash for the business. He didn’t want to have to resort to that, but if he could have found just a couple hundred dollars, he and his mother could have fled. They could have had a f*cking chance. But there was no money. There was never any money.

Brody backed away from Michael. He stood, shaking, his knees slowly bending.

Brody turned and went to old man Ronnie. He lifted the man up, putting him in a seated position. The old man reached for Brody’s face. His lips were quivering. He was crying.

“Where’s Ana?” he asked.

“She’s okay. She’s out front. Are you okay, old man?”

Ronnie nodded. “I’m fine. I’ve had worse. They were promising things, Brody.”

“What?”

“Things they were going to do to my Ana,” Ronnie said. He started to weep harder. “They were going to do things to her. I wouldn’t have been able to stop them.”

Brody pulled Ronnie close and hugged him. “It’s okay, old man. Nothing’s going to happen now. They won’t be back, I promise you.” Brody closed his eyes and for a second he thought he was going to cry too. “You should have f*cking called me. You should have had Ana f*cking call me.”

“I didn’t want to bother you with my shit,” Ronnie said. “I just can’t…”

Brody patted Ronnie’s old cheek. “I don’t want to hear it. You do what you have to do. I’m not going to judge you for that. But that woman out there is beautiful. She’s waiting for a life. Give it to her.”

“I’m trying,” Ronnie said. “I didn’t know these guys…”

“Fuck you,” Michael roared. “You grubby piece of shit.”

Brody kissed old man Ronnie’s forehead and then let him go. When he stood, the curtain flew open and in came Lane and Jack. They froze and looked around the room.

“What the f*ck?” Lane asked.

“So glad you could join us,” Brody said. “You f*cking idiots wonder why you’re not patched in. What did you think was happening back here?”

“We came inside,” Jack said. “Miller sent us… there’s…”

“Shut up,” Brody said. He walked to Tiny and reached down and slid the brass knuckles off his hand. He then walked to Lane and handed the weapon to him. “I need you to do something.”

“What?”

“Get Ronnie to a hospital and get him fixed up,” Brody said. “Make sure Ana is taken care of. If you f*cking touch her, I’ll rip your dick off.”

“What about the suit and tie?” Jack asked.

“Keep him alive,” Brody said. “Let him go.” Brody looked back at Michael. “I don’t think he’ll be back in Frelen again. Because if he does come back, I’ll gut him. And anyone he brings.”

Michael put his hands up. “Just let me out of here.”

“There’s one more thing,” Brody said. He pointed to the brass knuckles in Lane’s hand.

“Can I beat him up?” Lane asked, eyes gleaming.

“No,” Brody said. “That fat piece of shit on the ground was hitting Ronnie with these. Shove this up his ass. Give him a lesson. Make him scream. Make the suit and tie watch. And let Ronnie watch.”

“Are you serious?” Lane asked. “How…”

Brody put a hand to Lane’s shoulder, and a hand to Jack’s. “Both of you, work together. Don’t f*ck it up. Or I’ll shove my boots up your ass.” Brody turned and gave a wave to Ronnie. “Stay out of trouble, old man.”

“Thank you,” Ronnie said as he put his hands together and shook them at Brody. “Thank you so much.”

Brody left the back room and found Ana standing near the counter. She had a finger in her hair, twirling it. Her face was flush, her eyes wide.

“It’s okay now,” Brody said.

Ana rushed to him, hugging him. Brody hugged her back. It would be so easy to take her. Fuck, he could bend her right over this counter. Thrust at her. Pump her body full…

“Thank you,” Ana said.

Brody broke the hug. “Do you have headphones and music or something?”

Ana nodded. “Yes.”

“Good. Lock the door behind me and take a break. Sit down and listen to music.”

“What’s happening back there?” Ana asked.

“Teaching lessons, that’s all,” Brody said. He stroked his thumb along Ana’s cheek. “You don’t need to hear it, sweetheart. Just do what I said. Then get the old man to the hospital and get him fixed up.”

Brody smiled and walked to the front door. He didn’t look back because if he did he would have taken Ana. His eyes were focused on his ride. There he stood and waited to hear the door lock. When the thunk sound came, Brody put on his helmet and started his beast. It roared to life and he cruised away from the rundown store.

He realized halfway to the clubhouse that he forgot his smokes on the counter.

Fuck.





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