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. ”
Lyle hit the gas pedal and the car
spun around again. Heather screamed and then felt something like a thud and
then a second one. Maybe a third, she wasn ’ t
sure, because the car quickly lost control. It was like watching the world
ripping to the left, then to the right. Finally, the world cut hard to the left
and the car rolled.
That was the last thing Heather
remembered seeing.
There was the sound of metal
twisting and crunching. Then silence. A little hissing sound and nothing more.
Lyle groaned and got out of the
car.
Heather came and went from the
darkness to some sound. She swore she heard Brody ’ s
voice but wasn ’ t completely
sure of it. There was yelling, arguing, talking.
And then there was a gunshot.
Heather gasped and let the darkness
overcome her once again. She knew this had to the be the last of the darkness.
The good was that it didn ’ t
hurt to die. She didn ’ t
feel the bullet wound.
In fact, the next thing Heather
felt was someone lifting her up. Strong arms, soft voice, so soothing.
For a second, when Heather opened
her eyes, she thought she saw it was Brody carrying her. But that was
impossible. Brody was alive. She was dead. Unless, of course, Brody was dead
too.
Dead together. Like some kind of
tragic romance.
The thought comforted Heather.
Darkness came again.
The next time Heather opened her
eyes, she was in a hospital room. She looked around and recognized it as one of
the rooms from the hospital where she worked.
“ No, ” she whispered. “ I ’ m
in hell …”
She heard a laugh and looked
straight ahead. Brody stood at the end of the bed, arms folded.
“ Hell? ” he asked.
“ I ’ m dead, ” Heather said. “ And
I ’ m where I work. That ’ s hell, right? ”
“ You ’ re not dead, sweetheart. At all. ”
“ How?
The crash. Then the gun. ”
Brody approached the bed. He bent
down and kissed Heather ’ s
forehead. “ You ’ re not dead. I ’ m not dead. It ’ s all over, sweetheart. ”
“ Lyle? ” Heather asked.
“ Gone. ”
“ You …”
“ Jace
did it, ” Brody said. “ He saved both of us. I was
losing my mind watching that car. I never want to experience that again. ”
“ But
the truck was in my name. And murder …”
“ It ’ s all taken care of, ” Brody said. “ As far as everyone knows, you
were in a one car accident. Lost a tire and the car spun and rolled once. Lucky
for you, the guys in Back Down Devil were on the same road at the same time.
Saved you. That ’ s all you
need to know, sweetheart. ”
Heather looked up at Brody.
That ’ s all you need to know …
Heather took a shaky breath.
Staring at Brody was staring at the rest of her life. The comfort. The
protection. Knowing he ’ d
kill, cover up, and do anything to keep her safe. Maybe it wasn ’ t right, but it sure as hell
felt really, really good.
~*~
Brody kissed Heather and savored
the taste of her lips. All it ever took was one wrong move, or turn, or moment
to change everything. To watch someone die. To feel death creeping up on you.
It was something that kept most of the guys somewhat sane, but teetering on
insanity. It ’ s what kept
them drinking, smoking, fucking, and trying to grasp at the last frail strings
of happiness while they were still there.
But staring at Heather, Brody felt
something completely
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. ”
Lyle hit the gas pedal and the car
spun around again. Heather screamed and then felt something like a thud and
then a second one. Maybe a third, she wasn ’ t
sure, because the car quickly lost control. It was like watching the world
ripping to the left, then to the right. Finally, the world cut hard to the left
and the car rolled.
That was the last thing Heather
remembered seeing.
There was the sound of metal
twisting and crunching. Then silence. A little hissing sound and nothing more.
Lyle groaned and got out of the
car.
Heather came and went from the
darkness to some sound. She swore she heard Brody ’ s
voice but wasn ’ t completely
sure of it. There was yelling, arguing, talking.
And then there was a gunshot.
Heather gasped and let the darkness
overcome her once again. She knew this had to the be the last of the darkness.
The good was that it didn ’ t
hurt to die. She didn ’ t
feel the bullet wound.
In fact, the next thing Heather
felt was someone lifting her up. Strong arms, soft voice, so soothing.
For a second, when Heather opened
her eyes, she thought she saw it was Brody carrying her. But that was
impossible. Brody was alive. She was dead. Unless, of course, Brody was dead
too.
Dead together. Like some kind of
tragic romance.
The thought comforted Heather.
Darkness came again.
The next time Heather opened her
eyes, she was in a hospital room. She looked around and recognized it as one of
the rooms from the hospital where she worked.
“ No, ” she whispered. “ I ’ m
in hell …”
She heard a laugh and looked
straight ahead. Brody stood at the end of the bed, arms folded.
“ Hell? ” he asked.
“ I ’ m dead, ” Heather said. “ And
I ’ m where I work. That ’ s hell, right? ”
“ You ’ re not dead, sweetheart. At all. ”
“ How?
The crash. Then the gun. ”
Brody approached the bed. He bent
down and kissed Heather ’ s
forehead. “ You ’ re not dead. I ’ m not dead. It ’ s all over, sweetheart. ”
“ Lyle? ” Heather asked.
“ Gone. ”
“ You …”
“ Jace
did it, ” Brody said. “ He saved both of us. I was
losing my mind watching that car. I never want to experience that again. ”
“ But
the truck was in my name. And murder …”
“ It ’ s all taken care of, ” Brody said. “ As far as everyone knows, you
were in a one car accident. Lost a tire and the car spun and rolled once. Lucky
for you, the guys in Back Down Devil were on the same road at the same time.
Saved you. That ’ s all you
need to know, sweetheart. ”
Heather looked up at Brody.
That ’ s all you need to know …
Heather took a shaky breath.
Staring at Brody was staring at the rest of her life. The comfort. The
protection. Knowing he ’ d
kill, cover up, and do anything to keep her safe. Maybe it wasn ’ t right, but it sure as hell
felt really, really good.
~*~
Brody kissed Heather and savored
the taste of her lips. All it ever took was one wrong move, or turn, or moment
to change everything. To watch someone die. To feel death creeping up on you.
It was something that kept most of the guys somewhat sane, but teetering on
insanity. It ’ s what kept
them drinking, smoking, fucking, and trying to grasp at the last frail strings
of happiness while they were still there.
But staring at Heather, Brody felt
something completely
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