One Call Away

by Emily Goodwin

  “No one. Just two assholes looking for a fight.”

  “It seemed like you knew them.”

  “We crossed paths once.”

  “And you stole his car?” Corey’s voice gets high-pitched with nerves, and I have a good guess what he’s thinking. If I’m the kind of person who steals from those assholes, there’s nothing that I won’t do.

  “No. He stopped making payments on it but refused to give it back to the dealership. I was the one who went and retrieved it.”

  “Wow,” Corey says, taken aback. “No wonder they’re pissed.”

  “Yeah. Just pissed at the wrong person.”

  “Are they gone?”

  I glance at the door, knowing they didn’t come all this way just to let it go after a stern talking to. They’re going to be even more pissed to know they’re one step behind. By now, Jax is already in Florida fucking his cougar. “For now. I’ll handle it. Get back to work. If everyone here sees you looking rattled, they’ll leave. Give one free round to that group over there. Make them look back and think this was an exciting night.”

  Sierra rushes over, pushing through the small crowd around the bar. “Are you okay?” she asks, eyebrows pinched together. Her hands fly to my waist and she starts to lift up my shirt.

  “Now you want to fuck me? Right here with everyone watching?”

  She purses her lips, trying not to laugh. “Good news. You’re not bleeding and your organs haven’t popped out of your cut.”

  “It’s healing, remember? I’m fine.”

  Sierra moves in closer and my arms go around her slender body. “I know. I just…nothing can happen to you, okay?”

  “It won’t. I promise.”

  “You don’t know that.” She takes in a shaky breath. “Promise me only one thing.”

  “What?”

  “Promise you won’t make promises.”

  “I can’t do that,” I tell her and run a hand through her hair. “Because I promise you that I’m going to love you—and our baby—forever.”

  “I can live with that one.” She inches closer, hooking her fingers through my belt loops. “Who were those guys? I’ve never seen them before.”

  “They’re not from around here. Remember when I said people more times than not weren’t happy to see us? Those are some of the unhappy ones.”

  “How did they find you?”

  “They’re looking for Jax. He isn’t the best at covering his tracks.”

  “Are they coming back?”

  “Probably,” I say and Sierra’s face pales. “So I think you should go upstairs and lay down.”

  “You mean you want me out of the way.”

  “Yeah,” I admit. “I don’t want you to get caught up in the collateral damage.” I move my hand to her stomach. “Either of you.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I’ll start with calling Jax. He started this mess. Usually when this happens, we’re able to get a restraining order issued and as soon as it gets violated, the unhappy parties get arrested.”

  “Doesn’t that make them even more mad?”

  “Oh, for sure. But most of the time that anger is redirected at the person or company who reclaimed ownership of their stuff.”

  “So ‘don’t shoot the messenger’ isn’t foolproof?”

  I laugh. “Not at all.”

  “Sounds dangerous.”

  “It is. That’s part of why I liked it. I need to make one more promise. I promise that I like this more than the danger.”

  Sierra smiles and flattens her hands against my chest. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

  “It takes more than a couple of assholes like that to hurt me. Are you tired?”

  “I am,” she says with a laugh. “I know I’m getting old here, but it’s barely eight o’clock and I’m ready for bed.”

  “That’s all the more reason to go upstairs. Watch TV and rest. I’ll come up in a bit and check on you. Are you hungry?”

  “Not really, but fries with cheese dip sounds good.” Sierra smiles, shaking her head at herself. “I’m going to gain a hundred pounds before this kid is born.”

  “You’ll still be hot.” I kiss her neck. “I’ll get the key. Lie down and wait for me. If you’re still up, I’ll rub your back.”

  “You’re too good to me, Chase.”

  I shake my head. “I can never be good enough.” I go behind the bar to get the key to the apartment for Sierra. I get into the break room, grab them, and pick up my phone to text Jax and tell him about the shit storm he started. Then a scream comes from the bar. I drop my keys and the phone and sprint to the bar.

  The Haynes brothers are back, blue eyes full or rage. Big Haynes is holding a gas can and a lighter, and Jay grabs Sierra by the arm, jerking her forward. My entire body seizes up. Nothing bad can happen to Sierra. Nothing. She is my everything. Sierra tries to pull away but Jay holds her tighter.

  “Your bar for our cars,” Big Haynes growls. “And I need something new to ride tonight.” He gives a sideways glance at Sierra, then flicks the lighter and shakes the gas can. The world is spinning and all I can think about is how bad I’m going to hurt them both. The entire bar is watching, and I see two of the locals weaving their way through the frozen crowd. The people in this town might not like me, but they love this bar.

  “Touch her and die,” I say, through gritted teeth. Sierra’s eyes meet mine, and I’ve never felt so helpless in my life. Sierra looks at a beer bottle on the table next to her, then back at me. Unspoken words pass between us, and I give her the smallest nod.

  Big Haynes is a foot from me. I bring my fist back and hit him hard in the face right as Sierra grabs the beer bottle and hits Jay with it. The bottle doesn’t break, but hits him hard in the mouth, clicking against his teeth and causing his lip to bleed. It’s all that’s needed to make him lose his grip on Sierra. She jumps back, and Lisa grabs her arms, bringing her behind a table.

  I hit Big Haynes again in the side of the head. My knuckles collide hard with his temple, knocking him out. He stumbles back, lighter falling from his grasp and clattering to the ground. Two of the locals who have been here drinking since we opened hours ago, take him by the arms and drag him outside.

  Jay growls and kicks the table Sierra and Lisa are behind, shoving it into them. Lisa loses her balance and falls into Sierra, who stumbles back and trips over a chair. They both land hard on the ground. I don’t think. I just act. Consumed by rage, I grab a bottle of whiskey and bring it down over Jay’s head. The glass breaks, and blood streams from his skull. He wobbles but comes at me again, throwing punches. The smell of alcohol permeates the air. I turn away to check on Sierra. Lisa helps her to her feet, pulling her away from the fight.

  In that half-second my head is turned, Jay hits me in the face. My vision blurs for a beat, and the pain adds to my anger. I charge forward at Jay, punching him in square in the nose. I feel his nose break along with hearing the sickening crack, but I don’t stop. I hit him again. And again. Until he drops to the ground.

  “Chase!” Sierra calls. I kick Jay hard in the dick and turn, rushing to her side.

  “Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I’m going to fucking kill him.”

  “I’m scared,” she says and grabs my arms. “But I’m fine.”

  I run my hands over her, needing to make sure. Behind me, Jay stirs, slowly coming to his feet. Lisa grabs the first thing she can get her hands on, and swings a dirty broom at Jay. “Move again and this handle is going up your ass,” she sneers. “No one hurts my cousin.”

  Jay slumps back to the ground. No one says a word, and if it weren’t for that damn music, you could hear a pin drop. Sierra is safe in my arms, but rage still sears through me. I’m so fucking pissed.

  I’m pissed at myself for not taking Sierra behind the bar with me to get the keys.

  I’m pissed at Jax for creating a trail leading to Summer Hill.

  And I’m pissed at these assholes.

  “Are you okay?
” Sierra asks softly, hands wrapping around my arms. “You just had surgery.”

  “I’m fine. I’m more concerned with you. You fell. Isn’t that bad for the…the you know what?”

  “On my ass. I’m okay. We’re okay.” Sierra closes her eyes and rests her head on my chest. She lets out a shaky breath then looks up and out at the bar. Everyone is still frozen, staring at Jay on the floor. Everything happened so fast, and if I would have been one minute faster, Sierra wouldn’t have gotten involved like that. She’d be upstairs, safe and sound.

  “You should go up,” I tell her. “Get away from the smoke.”

  She nods but doesn’t step away. “The cops are on their way. Lisa called when that guy grabbed my arm.”

  “Good. That was quick thinking.” I pull Sierra to me, never wanting to let her go.

  The cops show up minutes later, and with the entire bar as witnesses, the Haynes brothers are arrested right away.

  Wanting to get out of the smoke, Sierra goes upstairs while I give a statement, explaining everything I know about those cocksuckers. The bar is slowly going back to normal, with people talking and laughing again.

  I help Corey clean up the mess made from the fight, and get things back in order again. He’s frazzled, having never been involved like that in a fight before. Hearing the threat of someone burning down the bar sent him over the edge.

  Lisa, Katie, and Bella are sitting at the table in the back. Katie is so drunk there’s a slim chance she’ll remember any of this.

  “You guys okay?” I ask.

  Bella’s eyes widen. “That was insane. But yeah, we’re fine. Sierra’s okay, right? She said she was going upstairs.”

  “Yeah. Just shook up. Nice work with the broom,” I tell Lisa.

  “Thanks. I realize it’s not the most lethal weapon, but it was the first thing I could get my hands on.”

  “I think you’re wrong there. That thing has swept up the unimaginable. All it takes is one sweep across face and you’re infected with God knows what and it’s only a matter of time before you turn into a zombie.”

  “So that’s how the apocalypse starts,” Lisa jokes. She’s looking at her phone, feverishly texting someone. Then her screen goes black. “Mother fucker,” she swears. “You don’t happen to have a charger, do you?”

  “Not for that type of phone.”

  “Dammit. Rob is freaking out right now and I need to tell him to chill the fuck out.”

  “You can use my phone,” I offer.

  “Thanks. He’s going to keep freaking out until I call. He’s at the station tonight and not being out here is killing him. He’s not convinced we’re okay yet.”

  Wanting to get upstairs to Sierra, I pull my phone from my pocket and unlock the screen. “It’s quieter in the back,” I say and hand the phone to her.

  Lisa takes the phone and disappears behind the bar. I mop up a spilled drink and take an order for a burger and fries to the kitchen. The bar-goers have settled back into their usual routine of drinking, talking too loud, and dancing along with the music. I fill another drink order and clear one more table before Lisa comes back out, holding my phone out like it’s the missing piece of incriminating evidence in a murder trial.

  “I opened the phone app to dial Rob’s number,” she starts, “and it went right to your voicemail. You must have been on that page last time you shut off your phone.”

  My blood runs cold, and each heartbeat echoes loudly in my ears. Fuck. No. It was the last screen I had open. Knowing Sierra and I are going to have a child together in the coming months, I knew I needed to delete all the messages. Pretend it never happened and move on.

  But I didn’t because I looked up from the bar and saw Sierra walking through. And with my mind on Sierra, it didn’t even occur to me that the voicemails would be the first thing anyone sees when they use the phone.

  “I saw all the messages.”

  The messages. No. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, Fuck.

  “I was going to make fun of you for being lame and keeping all of Sierra’s messages. Then I realized some are from over a year ago. What the fuck? I mean, how is that possible?”

  I inhale, and in that moment, everything changes. I don’t want to lie my way out of this. I don’t want to build the foundation of my family on a lie.

  My.

  Family.

  My stomach twists and I feel like I’m going to puke. What the fuck have I done? I look at Lisa, her face full of accusation. I need to come clean and get it out in the open. Sierra and I are having a baby after all. I need to tell her everything.

  “When my niece broke my phone, Josh felt bad and got me a temporary one in its place in its place. He went to that secondhand electronic store in town. When I got it, I realized that the memory wasn’t properly cleared out. Out of curiosity, I listened to the first message before I deleted them all.”

  Lisa’s mouth opens. She keeps her eyes on me and shakes her head. “Wait…what?”

  “That phone…it belonged to Jake. The messages from Sierra are for him.”

  Things start to click into place for Lisa. “I knew she called and left messages after he passed. We all tried to get her to stop and it took months. You said you listened to the first one before you deleted them. But they’re still here.”

  “I know.”

  “So you listened to them?” she asks.

  “Some of them.”

  “Does Sierra know?”

  “No.”

  “You have to tell her.”

  “I will,” I say. “I want to. Hell, I’ve wanted to. I didn’t know it was her when I heard the first few. They were so…so tragically beautiful I kept listening. I hadn’t even met her yet when I heard the first one.”

  “Then you did meet her and still listened to the messages she left for her dead boyfriend.”

  Fuck. When she says it out loud, it sounds awful. I cringe. “Yes.”

  Lisa rubs her temple. “This is all kinds of fucked up. And Sierra has no idea at all?”

  “No.”

  “You need to tell her. Or I will.”

  29

  Sierra

  “Let me look at it one more time,” I tell Chase and turn on the flashlight on my phone. We just got out of the shower, and I’m not convinced he is ‘fine’ like he says he is. I make him lay down on his bed so I can inspect the incision site.

  “See? Told you it’s fine. I didn’t split my skin open.”

  “You’re lucky.”

  “Yeah,” he agrees. “I probably am.” He pulls the blankets down and waits for me to get in bed next to him, spooning his body around mine. He’s been quiet since he came up from the bar, which was why I thought he might be hurt and didn’t want to tell me. He said he felt bad for what happened, was pissed at Jax for not being more careful, and was worried I was hurt, if not physically, then mentally. That asshole did grab me, after all. I was really shaken up. Seeing them go after Chase and make threats against me was upsetting. And scary. Very scary. The moment he grabbed my arm and yanked me forward, terror filled me. Yet I knew Chase was there to protect me.

  It wouldn’t be the first time he saved me.

  “I love you, Sierra,” he whispers, nuzzling his lips into my neck. My heavy eyelids close, and I’m asleep in minutes.

  At three in the morning, I get up needing to pee. “I thought this only happened when you have a big belly,” I grumble and slowly get out of bed. The cramps are back and the moment I get up, I know something is wrong. “Chase,” I say sharply. “Chase!”

  “What’s wrong?” he asks, shooting up from a dead sleep and reaches for my spot in the bed. “Sierra?

  I move my hand down between my legs and feel wetness. I’ve never in my life wished to have peed my pants before, but right now, I do. Though I know what it is, and my full bladder reminds me that I haven’t yet gone.

  “I’m bleeding,” I say, voice a hollow whisper.

  “Where?” Chase asks before he gets it. “Fuck. No.” He’s out o
f bed, turning on the light, and in front of me in just seconds. I hold out my hand, fresh blood on my fingers. The sight of the shiny crimson on my fingertips makes me dizzy. I wobble on my feet and if it weren’t for Chase, I’d pass out onto the floor.

  “We need to go to the hospital,” Chase says. I nod but don’t move. He helps me to the bed and goes to his dresser, pulling out a pair of clean pajama pants. He leads me into the bathroom and brings me a towel. I pee, clean myself up, and get redressed.

  If I hadn’t taken that test a few days ago, I would have thought this was my period. I would have been relieved, although embarrassed, to wake up in a puddle of blood in Chase’s bed. Though if I didn’t know I was pregnant, I might have gone out drinking with Lisa tonight and not be in Chase’s bed right now at all.

  Chase helps me into the car and fiddles with the radio on the long drive to the hospital. My cramps intensify, and I hope the folded-up washcloth is enough. I didn’t bring any pads or tampons to Chase’s, and he, of course, doesn’t have any.

  Chase takes one hand off the wheel and grips my thigh. “It’ll be okay. Whatever happens, it’ll be okay,” he says, echoing the same words he said when we were waiting for the test.

  “Yeah.” I close my eyes and look at Chase. “It will.”

  “Let’s go home,” Chase says softly, standing and coming over to the hospital bed. After an hour in the ER, we were told there was nothing that could be done. I had an early miscarriage. The doctor was surprised I even had symptoms and said many women who lose a pregnancy this early don’t even realize it, thinking they just had a late period. Medically, I’m perfectly healthy. The doctor even said we could ‘start trying again next cycle’ if we wanted to.

  Falling didn’t make me lose the baby. I didn’t fall hard enough to hurt myself, and this early in pregnancy, there’s nothing yet to come detached, like there is with a baby further along. Still, Chase was overcome with guilt and needed to be assured again and again by the nurse that me tripping over a chair and landing on my butt wasn’t the reason for this.

  I take Chase’s hand and get up, not talking as we go back to his car. He opens the door for me and gets in the driver’s seat with a sigh. I look down, arms wrapped tightly around myself.