Wild Blaze by London Casey, Karolyn James Page A

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 fucking 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 pussy makes everything okay. You fucked 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 fucking 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 fucking 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