Page 5 of Wrath's Flame
“I'm coming; give me five minutes to get dressed and sort myself out. I want some fucking answers.”He snarls, all the sleepiness clearing from his face and voice.
“Meet you downstairs,”I say as I walk off.
I need these five minutes to get myself under control. I'm hard as a fucking rock now. His body's a fucking work of art, and the number of times I've imagined hearing him half asleep and telling me he wants me is nuts. Shaking my head, I quickly rearranged myself, so it’s not so obvious that he made me hard. I don't need that complication right now. Slipping my boots on by the front door, I wait.
I hear Wrath stomping down the stairs a few minutes later. He doesn’t look happy at all; he takes people attacking anyone associated with Devil's Inferno very seriously, and someone attacking a member of our staff will certainly have pushed his buttons. We don't say anything to each other; we just slip out of the house and grab our rides, both Harley Dynas, because if you're going to ride, you may as well ride the best. Nodding at me, Wrath shoots off towards Inferno's, with me right behind him. Hopefully, this won't take too long. I was rather enjoying my sleep.
Pulling up outside Inferno’s I park next to Wrath, and we both quickly make our way inside. As we enter, we can see a young woman with purple hair sitting at the bar with Eagle, so we make our way over to them.
“What happened?”Wrath asks as soon as we get close.
“Who the fuck are you?”the woman asks as she whirls around on her stool.
Wrath just raises his eyebrow at her. Yeah, not many people dare talk to him that way. If it were under different circumstances, I'm sure he'd have put her in her place.
“Devil's Inferno President, Wrath.”
He smirks while pointing to the patch on his kutte.
The woman's eyes go wide. My guess is she's just realized how disrespectful she's been to her big boss.
“Sorry,”she apologizes.
Wrath just waves her off, waiting for her to answer his question. He’s more interested in what went down here tonight than her attitude right now. I’m sure he’ll deal with that when the time comes.
“I was just leaving; I got about three steps away from the back door when that dickhead tried to attack me. I managed to break his hold and hit him hard, causing him to drop. Then ran back inside for help, which came in the form of Eagle. I got lucky.”
“He was still down when I got outside, so I quickly zip-tied his hands together and called for backup to take him.”Eagle quickly fills us in on what he knows.
Nodding my head, I turn, quickly making my way down into The Workroom. It’s time for me to do my job and get us some answers. Whoever this fucker is he’s going to regret laying a finger on one of our employees.
As I enter the room, I see some brothers standing around the room but don't pay them any attention; all my focus is on the fucker tied to the chair in the middle of the room. Once I'm standing in front of him, he lifts his head, looking me in the eyes. I'm utterly fucking taken back by what I see. I try not to let it show on my face. This can’t be fucking happening right now.
The blue eyes looking back at me are just the same as mine; he’s older than the last time I saw him and certainly not as hygienic. His blonde hair looks greasy as hell, and I can smellhim from here, but it’s definitely him. My fucking older half-brother. I don't say anything to him. I can’t. Seeing him here right now is fucking with my head. I never expected to have to face my childhood tormentor again in this lifetime.
Spinning around, I shout,“Everyone who isn't an Officer, get out now! And someone needs to get Wrath fucking down here ASAP!”
They all run out the door as fast as they can. Clearly, they realized something wasn't quite right and that they needed to listen. Keeping my back to my blood brother, I stand facing the door. I know he's not going anywhere. I need Wrath here, or I'm screwed. I can feel myself shutting down; my past is back to haunt me. I haven’t seen my brother since the day he last beat me, and I had to tell someone what was happening because of my injuries. I thought I'd gotten over what happened in my past, but I guess not. I'd never actually been faced with it like this before, and now I’m struggling to deal with it.
I need Wrath, and I need him now.
Chapter Four
Wrath
I'm sitting at the bar with Eagle, waiting for Flame to come back to us with answers from the prick downstairs. We’ve moved further away from the attacker's intended target. I probably should have asked her name, but after her attitude when I first arrived, I’m not sure she’s someone I actually want to know anything about. Even her name. We don’t want her to hear anything we’re now talking about, as it’s all club business.
What I'm not expecting, as we’re talking, is for the door leading down to The Workroom to slam open and every brother who was down there to come running out, looking terrified.
“What the fuck is going on?”I scream as I start to stand, knowing immediately that something isn’t right.
“We don't know, Prez. We were all just standing around, and Flame came in.”Joker answers; he takes a deep breath before continuing.
“When the prisoner looked up at him, Flame just sort of froze for a second, and his face went blank before he spun around and shouted at everyone to get out if they weren't Officers and that we needed to get you down there. Prez, I’ve never seenhim look like that before; whoever that guy is, Flame has got to know him,"Joker tells me with a steady voice, even though what has happened has clearly shaken him. His brown eyes look wild right now.
I don't reply; just rush towards the door leading downstairs. Whoever’s in that chair, it’s bad. I know that from Flame's reaction; he’s never reacted to a prisoner like this. Ever. That has me fucking worried. Who the hell is tied up down here?
Entering the room, I see Flame standing facing the door; his features look haunted. He's shutting down. That’s the only explanation I have for how he’s acting right now. He still somehow has the forethought to step to the side so I can see who's in the chair. That's when I get my first look at the fucker, and I immediately recognize him, even though he is older than the last time I saw him. He still looks like an ugly piece of shit who I've dreamed of getting my hands on for a very long time. I understand why Flame has reacted this way, and I know he needs me now more than ever.
