I glance at the screen to find Lucifer’s name. He wouldn’t be calling me at one in the morning if it wasn’t something important. Hell, no one had best call me unless it was a dire emergency when they know I’ve got Della in my bed.
Usually, my ass would be at the clubhouse, the rodeo grounds, or Rodeo Roundup until about now, not in my bed. Though, I didn’t have Della then. With her, I’m content to be in bed next to her, enjoying her body pressed up against mine.
Over the past week of having Della in my bed, her body tucked close to me, I’ve never felt better. She wouldn’t care if we stayed out late or went and stayed at the clubhouse, as long as she was next to me doing it. I didn’t mind her sleeping in my room at the clubhouse. There were going to be times she did it anyway. However, I’ve wanted her all to myself at night when it’s just the two of us, where I could enjoy my woman’s body and not worry about anyone hearing her cries of pleasure.
Not that I cared about that. What I cared about was whether my brothers would tease her about it. My sweet little mouse didn’t need that until I knew she was comfortable around them enough that she could be fully relaxed.
The last cookout at the clubhouse, she’d been open, laughing, and having a good time. I knew she felt relaxed enough to be herself, and damn if I didn’t enjoy every moment of her being who she is and showing it to my brothers.
Answering the phone, I bring it to my ear. “Yeah?”
“Shit’s gone down at Rodeo Roundup. You better get here,” he states. The tone of his voice alert and pissed off.
Before he’s done talking, I gently roll out from under Della and get out of bed. “Amelia?”
“She’s fine, but someone’s hit the bar.”
“I’m on my way,” I tell him and disconnect.
“Everything okay?” Della’s sweet voice does nothing to ease the anger boiling in my veins.
“No,” I answer curtly and find my jeans from the floor where I’d shucked them off hours ago. “I gotta get going. You get some sleep. I’ll call you in a little while.”
“Please be careful,” she says quietly, sitting up in the middle of our bed, watching me in the dark room.
“Always, little mouse,” I tell her and finish getting dressed. Moving to the side of the bed, I lean into her, brushing my lips over hers. “Sleep and I’ll call you to check in later.”
Della nods but doesn’t lie back down as I head for the door. My gut twists and tightens with the need to punch something. I won’t blame her for me not being there tonight, but damn if I’m not feeling this shit right now.
The ride takes me far too long to get from my house to town. Takes me even longer to get the bar. The flashing lights of the firetrucks and sheriff deputy cars strike yet another punch to the gut at what I’m feeling regarding not already being here.
Parking my bike near the others, I swing off and find my brothers huddled together, off to the side. I spot Amelia sitting in the back of the ambulance being checked out. Now that I’m here, I know I need to make a call to Maddox.
I pull my phone out and find his number.
“It’s late,” Maddox answers after the first ring.
“I need you to go to Amelia’s apartment and grab Dylan. Take him back to the ranch with you.” My mind is on all the possibilities of someone hurting my family. All of them. If I stow them away at the ranch, no one can get to them there.
“Dylan is already with me. He’s been with me all night. Amelia is coming here when she gets off work. What the fuck is going on?”
Dylan’s already at the ranch? Relief hits me instantly.
“Thank fuck. Man, there was an explosion at the bar,” I clip out, nodding, clutching the phone in a tight grip.
“Where’s Amelia? Is she?—”
“She’s okay,” I tell him. “I’m on my way there now. She’s shaken up, but she’s alive.”
“Fuck that. I’m coming to get her myself,” Maddox growls, his voice turning to ice.
“Stand down, Maddox,” I order. I need him there with Dylan. So does Amelia. “I’m already here. I can’t leave, though. Not until I got this shit sorted. I’m going to have one of my prospects bring her straight to you. I’d bring her to the clubhouse, but I don’t know what the fuck is actually going on. The safest place is the ranch.”
Any other time, I’d send Amelia and Dylan to the clubhouse, but I know they’d be safe at the ranch with Maddox. Safer even since I don’t know who is behind this.
“Where’s Della?” he asks.
My gut tightens further, and my blood roars in my veins. “Della is safe. But I’m gonna need you to send one of your guys to my place to get her. It’ll be faster since we’re all tied up here.”
