Chapter Three

Flame

My phone ringing wakes me up from a rather pleasant dream. Oh, fuck, what now? Nothing good comes from a phone call at this time of night. The clock on my nightstand reads three a.m., so whoever is calling better have a damn good reason or heads will roll. Looking at my phone, I see the screen reads Eagle. He"s our Sgt At Arms, or SAA, as he"s mostly referred to. I know for a fact that he wouldn't be ringing at this time of night unless it was important. Great, what's happened now? If I remember correctly, he was at Inferno's, the nightclub the MC owns, tonight.

Accepting the call, I hope whatever has prompted him to call me isn"t too serious and that no one's hurt.

"Hey, what"s up, Eagle?"I say as I answer the call.

"Hey man, can you meet me at Inferno"s?"He asks, not sounding happy at all. He sounds pissed off.

"Sure. What"s happening?"

"Some fucking idiot thought he"d try and attack one of the bar staff as she was leaving at the end of her shift. Luckily, she managed to get loose and nail him one. The boys have him in The Workroom. Figured it was your turn to get answers. I know Blade handled the last problem."

He laughs as he says the last part, and I get it. Me and Blade argue about who gets to deal with the next issue we have all the time, and the other Officers find it hilarious.

"I"m on my way. I'll get some fucking answers out of the fucker. Who, in their right mind, would attack a member of our staff? Everyone knows who owns the fucking nightclub. Fucking idiots. Have you called Prez yet?"

"I don't know, but he's shifty as fuck. No, not yet; he"s my next call."

"Don"t worry about ringing him; I"ll go wake him up. I"m pretty sure I heard him come in earlier."

"Alright. See you soon."

"Soon Eagle."

Hanging up, I quickly get out of bed, pulling on a pair of black jeans and a black top with my kutte over the top. Black is certainly the best color to wear if I'm going to end up getting a little bloody while getting answers from whoever the fuck this guy is, and it will certainly get bloody if he doesn"t want to talk. Grabbing my boots as I leave the room, I walk and knock on Wrath's door. I hear him groaning from inside and moving towards the door.

When he pulls the door open, I can"t help but smile. His dark brown hair"s sticking up in every direction, and his chocolate brown eyes are hardly open. He"s just wearing tight black boxers, leaving all his tattooed, tanned skin and muscles on display for me to see. I can't help but gulp at the sight. Fuck, he"s hot.

"What"s up?"He asks in a sleepy voice that goes straight to my dick.

"Eagle just rang. Some fucker attacked one of the bar staff at Inferno"s. I'm going to go get some answers. Are you coming or staying?"I ask while trying to ignore his state of undress.

"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 smell him 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.