Shadow’s Heart (Devil’s Inferno MC #3)

Chapter Forty-Three

Jake

B eing on gate duty isn’t so bad. At least out here I don’t have to try and talk to anyone. I just have to stay focused and make sure only people who should be here are allowed into The Compound. It’s not hard. I don’t understand why so many people complain about it. Personally, I’m just really happy to be back. Being away while I recovered sucked.

Hearing a car driving towards me coming from within The Compound, I look and spot my brother Rex driving his 1967 Ford Mustang. I know it’s him; he’s the only person I know who drives such an old and classic car. I still remember when he first got it in high school; back then it wasn’t in good shape at all. He worked meticulously to put it back to its former glory, finding as many original parts as he could. Now you wouldn’t even think it had ever been in such bad shape. He seriously loves that car.

As he approaches the gate, he pulls off to the side instead of driving through. I’m sort of glad; I want to know how his meeting with Shadow and Wreck went. When he steps out of his car, I have to do a double take. He looks nothing like he did when he arrived; gone is the somber, lifeless person my brother had become recently, and in his place is the confident, determined brother that I know and love.

“You’re looking better. I take it things went well.” I say as he approaches me.

“You could say that. I don’t even know how to describe that meeting. Those men are something else. They should hate me, but for some reason they don’t. Not only that, Wreck is trusting me with what is probably one of the most important things in his life.”

“I did tell you all these men were something else. There’s a reason I wanted to join Devil’s Inferno, and the type of men who are members here are just one of the reasons.”

“I can see that now. I never said it before, but thank you for saving me from making the biggest mistake of my life. If I’d have come back from my job and still had Wreck in custody, not knowing what I do know. I’d probably have ended up killing him, and I’d never be able to live with myself if I’d have killed an innocent man. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you, baby brother. I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me fucking anything. I’m just glad we all managed to avoid disaster. You need to move on now. Do this job, find Dre, and forgive yourself. Wreck’s not wrong when he says you were a victim too, but it’s up to you if you carry on being a victim or if you become a survivor.”

“Did you really just use one of my own speeches against me?” He asks, but he doesn’t sound mad. He’s actually smiling.

“Of course. You give good advice.”

“I love you, little brother. I’m going to get going and leave you to it.”

“I love you too.” I say, pulling him into a quick hug and patting him on the back.

He pulls back and heads back towards his car. I’m so fucking relieved to see him getting back to normal. Just like Shadow and Wreck, he never deserved what he was put through. I just hope this is truly the start of him putting it all behind himself and moving forward.