“Her! Gloria!”
Jesus. Like I could ever do that. I lowered my hands, pressing against the pavement to push myself back up onto my feet, because I would face her like a fucking man. Fuck, it was agony to straighten up, like my stomach was literally tearing in two as I moved.
“I’d never hurt her. Never. I’d have jumped in front of her if I could, but if you think I’m the kind of asshole who could even think of doing something awful to her, then kill me right here. I won’t fight you.”
She sagged in the big guy’s arms and he chuckled.
“That’s better, sweetheart. Let him talk before you rip his nads off, yeah?”
She glared over her shoulder at him, and then, fuck me, he released her. Jesus, I’d never faced my death in the eye like this before, but it was happening right now. I lifted both hands, gasping as my stomach clenched again with pain.
“Jesus, I think you broke my spleen.”
“Good,” she gritted out, folding her arms and looking no less dangerous.
“You must be Lenore. She mentioned you.”
“Fucking right I am. We got the panic alert, and we came running. Since she didn’t answer her phone, we tracked her.”
Panic alert. Tracked. What the hell.
“Without her phone? I don’t think she even brought it.”
“That’s right,” she declared fiercely, and then frowned, glancing toward the sound we all heard, and fuck me, this was the worst possible time for it. The throaty roar of motorcycles. Not just a few by the sound of it.
She tensed again, bracing herself against the new threat, and the big guy groaned.
“Brilliant. Now we’ll never get to fucking check on her.”
“Thank you,” I said over the roaring sound as motorcycle after motorcycle pulled into the car park, engines cutting as men in leather headed rapidly in our direction.
“What?”
I lifted my hands again as that deadly glare reached me, even as the big guy tried to edge in front of her, which she was resisting just as fiercely as she did everything else.
“Thanks for saving her.” She frowned with confusion, and then heavy boots were thudding right between us as my club stepped in.
“Oohhh, who’s the hot chick?” Stag taunted, as she lunged in his direction and the big guy caught her.
“Watch it, fucker,” he snapped, gripping her around the waist again.
“She’s like a tiger, look at her.”
“Stag, for fuck’s sake!”
Micro pushed past Harley and folded his arms.
“Alright, someone wanna tell me what the fuck’s happening here? You attacked our brother?”
He wasn’t asking the big guy. He could tell it was her. Jesus fuck, I’d never live this down.
“Awww did the prospect get his ass beaten by a girl?”
She lunged at Stag again, and this time the big guy chuckled and released her. She landed a fierce right hook on the fucker, and he staggered a step as he absorbed the force of her rage.
“Jesus fuck!”
Everyone seemed to move at once, but Micro wasn’t the only one getting between our brothers and Lenore and her man, who was holding onto her again, by the way. I stupidly waded in too.
