by Vivian Lux
"And what is that?"
J. stepped forward. "You send someone to kill me, they better make damn well sure I'm dead."
My stomach dropped and I gasped in horror. For a moment the world swam before my eyes. I reached wildly for anything to hold on to and my hand found J.'s arm. With one hand he steadied me, while he raised the other in Robert's direction. "You want me gone?" he continued. "You want me out of Emmy's life? You fucking take me out of it yourself."
Robert hesitated and I saw the light gleam in J.'s eyes. The same wild light that burned during the fight with the Storm Riders. His voice rose. "Come on pussy. Let's do this. It ends now."
Joey bellowed like a bull and rounded around Robert; rushing in to defend his master like a trained dog. I shrieked and stepped back, my hands outstretched in futile warning.
J. whirled around out of the arc of Joey's swinging fist and swung the helmet around. It crashed into Joey's face with a sickening crunch. He screamed and clapped his hands to his nose, dropping to the ground with rivers of blood poured through his clenched hands. J. stumbled slightly on his bad leg and Robert saw his opportunity, leaping forward and tackling J. to the ground.
"No!" I swung my leg out, aiming to kick him off of J. Robert ducked under my leg and grabbed my ankle. He yanked hard and I fell heavily to the ground. A searing jolt of pain shot up my hip. His face twisted into a snarl as I stifled a moan.
"Leave her alone," J. growled. He pushed upwards, knocking Robert off balance. "Your fight's with me." He moved faster than lightning. shimmying himself free before Robert could grab hold of him. He was on his feet, readying the helmet to swing again. Robert lunged forward from his knees, catching J. low around the ankles. The helmet came down across Robert's head just as the two of them fell to the ground. I saw blood drip from a split in Robert's scowling lip.
J. pushed himself up from the ground as he landed a vicious uppercut to Robert's jaw. Robert lurched backward and landed awkwardly on his hand. I recognized the snort of indignation that tore from his throat. He couldn't believe someone had the audacity to stand up to him.
J. scrambled back up to his feet again and stood panting. I could barely see him in the darkness, but his eyes seemed lit from within. They were wild and alive, but no longer furious. This light was different from the wild, unleashed rage I had shrank from before. This was cold, calculating, and determined.
With a start I realized the difference. He wasn't fighting for himself right now.
He was fighting for me.
The two opponents crashed together. J.'s superior strength overpowered Robert, and the two of them slammed hard into the hood of the BMW. "Fucking animal," Robert spat, and aimed a fist at J.'s face. J. grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him backward into the hood.
"You like to beat on women? Who's the animal?" he shot back, whirling Robert around by the shirt.
His knee caught Robert in the stomach and he crumpled to the ground. Robert rolled onto his back and raised his hands in surrender. "Stop!" he choked, panting. "Please!"
I gasped out the breath I didn't know I was holding. "J.!" I cried.
My beautiful knight in leather looked at me. I watched the pain in his face slide away as we locked eyes over the body of my horrible past. I stepped towards him. I was ready to leave this all behind.
He didn't see Joey, but I did "Watch out!" I cried, but it was too late. The former police officer yanked him backwards in a chokehold, lifting him from his feet. J. clawed at the beefy arm around his neck, his boots kicking uselessly in the air. "No!" I screamed.
But Robert stepped between us. With a vicious snarl, he punched J. in the stomach. What little air J. still had whooshed out of his lungs and his eyes bulged.
"Stupid piece of worthless trash." With each snarled word, Robert rained blows down on J. while Joey held him helplessly from behind.
"No!" I screamed, over and over again. "No! No!" I dropped to the ground, searching for a weapon. My fingers scrabbled in the wet grass, but closed on nothing useful. His helmet. I needed to find his helmet. Or a rock. Something to stop Robert before he killed J. in front of my eyes.
I crawled helplessly in the dark, my sobs robbing me of breath. My fingers closed around a piece of cloth and I lifted the helmet by the strap triumphantly. I whirled around.
My only thought at that moment was murder.
Robert's face under my hands as I blotted him out of existence.
His face under my heel as I crushed him beneath me and finally walked free.
In that moment, I could have taken his life. Easily and gladly and with no thought to the consequences. With a sob, I opened my mouth to say so. "Robert!" I screamed, and with my scream I heard a sound like the roaring of the wind and gathering thunder.
I thought it came from me. I wouldn't have been surprised.
But when Robert's head snapped in the direction of the sound, I understood it was coming from far away. But barreling down fast. Like the swooping, rushing, roar of a river ready to drown us all.
Chapter Thirty Two
Emmy
The sound made me smile, but the fear in Robert's eyes made me smile wider. He stepped back. Joey let go of J. and he crumpled to the ground.
I was over him in an instant. "J.," I whispered, cradling his battered face in my lap. "J. the Sons are here. They're here."
His eyes fluttered open and I knew he heard it to. Silently, he reached for my hand and I turned to face the noise as one by one the Sons of Steel Motorcycle Club coasted into my parents' driveway and cut their engines. In the weak light of the porch light, I saw them: Teach, Mac, Doctor D., Case and Crash, and behind them were even more men.
Case jumped from his bike when he saw me on the ground. The rain had slowed to a fine mist, making the fog swirl up from the baking ground. It obscured his boots and made him look less like a biker and more like an avenging angel.
"Case, help!" I cried.
"Emmy! Is that J.?"
"Yes!" I sobbed, holding him tighter.
Robert was backing away from the bearded, tattooed mountain in front of him. He snarled like a cornered animal. "Bikers, Emilia? Really? A pack of filthy bikers?"
My stomach turned at the sound of his voice. I could think of no other answer than to choke out, "Yes. You need to go now."
"What, are you the club whore now?" He was lashing out, desperate.
"Get out, Robert," I repeated. "Leave. Now."
"Or what? You'll sic your dogs on me?" He laughed like it was an absurd notion, but his eyes rolled wildly from side to side.
Case drew himself up to his full height. "You've got a pretty filthy fucking mouth for a dead man," he rumbled in a voice dripping with menace.
When Case barreled forward, Robert screamed in a high, unearthly voice. "Joey!" His lackey moved to go to him, but Crash jumped into his path. "Try it, asshole!" he shouted, the manic craziness burning in his eyes. With a yell, the whole club surged forward. Case had Robert by the throat, lifting him off the ground. Crash was dancing wildly around, teasing and taunting Joey who bellowed like a wounded buffalo. He tried to dart round Crash's bad side but was met with a fist the size of a Christmas ham. Wayne the Storm Rider laughed as the guard fell backwards onto his ass.
"You don't know who you're messing with!" Robert screamed.
"Neither do you," Case growled, throwing him to the ground.
J. and I went unnoticed. I smoothed my hands over his face and they came away wet with my tears. "J.," I whispered.
He coughed. "Hey Em." He rolled to the side and coughed again.
"No," I pleaded. "Don't get up."
"Have to," he croaked. He pulled his feet under him, lurching drunkenly to the side before steadying himself on the car door. He used the handle to haul himself to his feet.
"J.!" Case shouted. "Saved you a piece!"
I turned to see him dragging Robert across the ground. Robert struggled futilely, his feet bicycling across the wet, slippery grass. His eyes darted wi
ldly.
"Not my piece," J. croaked. Everything paused as he turned to me. "Emmy," he rasped, his voice broken and barely audible. "Finish this."
Chapter Thirty Three
J.
There was nothing in the world but pain and him. Nothing but Emmy sitting brokenly on the grass, gazing up at him uncomprehendingly. J. swallowed, tasting blood. He didn't have much more strength left.
But he was going to do this right.
"You're a fighter," he called to her. "Finish the fight."
She pulled herself up off of the grass. Her tears tracked trails through the dirt on her face. She had never been more beautiful than right now.
She looked at J. as if for permission. He nodded. Robert thrashed in Case's iron grip, but J. knew he wasn't going anywhere. His brother's grip was as unbreakable as love. And this was the greatest gift of love J. could give her.
Emmy cleared her throat, looking into the eye of the man who had terrorized her. J. expected her to lift her fists, but instead she lifted her voice. J. felt his heart drop in awe as she called with a voice strong and sure, "Robert, go away. Go home. I never want to see or hear from you again. Just leave me alone."
The cool, misting rain leftover from the downpour cooled J.'s skin. The only noise was the scraping of biker boots against the gravel driveway.
Robert barely opened his mouth. The words were tight and hissed. Spittle flew from his lips as he turned to her and unleashed all the evil and venom that he had stored for so long. "You stupid, fat, worthless cunt. I hope they pass you around like the cheap, gold-digging whore you are...."
And then everything happened at once. The scuffle of boots on the ground. A quick, sharp intake of breath and the sound of a fist cracking against bone. A thump, a scream and then silence.
When J. came to his senses, Robert was on the ground. He made a short, gasping noise, then groaned incoherently. J. lifted his boot and saw the perfect shape of his muddy bootprint on Robert's chest.
Emmy was at his side, her fists falling slowly back down to her sides. He lowered his own and pulled her to him.
Emmy was in his arms again and that was all that mattered.
J. picked up a strand of damp, flaxen hair and brushed it back from her face. The curve of her throat made a lump in his. "I didn't know where you had gone." His voice was cracking as he struggled to choke down the sob that threatened to escape. "The worst part was imagining you were in danger."
She made a small sound and rested her head against his chest. He kissed the top of her head, inhaling deeply, kissing her fiercely, but carefully. He still didn't know where he stood, what she thought of him, but he hoped she could feel what he thought of her.
Chapter Thirty Four
Emmy
The sound of boots on my mother's pristine floor was as jarring as the sight of the dreadlocked M.C. president chatting calmly with my sweating father. My mother was running and fetching, wiping and tutting as the men flew around us like tattooed guardian angels.
I wanted J. to go to the hospital. One of the Storm Riders had taken the BMW to dump Robert and Joey off at the one down in town. He was then to take the BMW and dump it off somewhere to corroborate the fiction Robert had agreed to.
He had been carjacked by a group of men. He had never seen their faces. This he swore.
Teach had nodded grimly at his promise and reminded him that they would be watching. And that J. had more friends than he ever could.
One of those friends was a doctor. Doctor D. had a First Aid kit in his saddlebag and he patched J. and Andy up as best as he could. My brother was in his bed, a bag of frozen peas over his right eye talking excitedly through a terribly split lip about motorcycles with a hopped up Crash. My knight in leather was now sprawled on my mother's prized couch, taking small sips of the iced tea she had nervously brought him. She looked everywhere in the room but into his eyes, and J. was either too tired to notice or had decided to let her fear of his skin color slide.
"You should sleep," I reminded him, smoothing my hand over his forehead. The warm chocolate skin was crisscrossed with bruises and swelling. It hurt my heart to see it.
"Can't," he mumbled thickly.
"Why not?" I bent to kiss the purple mark at his temple.
"Cause you keep doin' that." He snaked his hands into my hair and pulled my lips down to his.
I wanted to kiss him carefully, dreading causing him any more pain. But he wasn't feeling the same caution as I was. Taken aback by the force of his lips on mine, I yielded to his urgency, allowing myself to melt into a low, slow, passionate kiss that stole the meaning from anything else in the world. His lips were warm and unhurt, his tongue was as urgently dancing as ever.
I marveled as he claimed me even as he lay battered and broken beneath me. His hand sought my throat, brushing against the ragged rawness, erasing the pain that lingered there, and then his lips travelled down to meet them. I arched to him, burying my face into the crook of his neck, wishing that I could dissolve completely into him as he peppered my neck and shoulder with his warm kisses.
"Come here," he rasped in my ear.
My body responded to his command, wanting nothing more than to merge with him and never be separated again. "There are people," I reluctantly reminded him.
"Don't give a shit," he murmured, his breath at my throat.
But when I obligingly moved to straddle him, his breath caught and he choked out a grimace. "Shit," he gritted.
"Where does it hurt?"
"Everywhere," he sighed. "It's been a bad fucking day."
A discreet cough made us both turn. Case stood awkwardly in the center of the room, his massive form dwarfing everything around him. His huge hands moved nervously over the top of the battered piano, fiddling with the doilies and tiny little knickknacks that covered it. I almost laughed at how absurd it was, a bearded tattooed mountain messing with those tiny little tchotchkes. But his sober expression stopped me.
"Teach is talking with a chapter of the Storm Riders out of Jersey. They should be here in an hour or so with a car to transport you." Case was looking everywhere in the room but down at J.'s battered form.
"Fine."
Something hung heavy in the air. I looked between the two best friends. "Is everything okay?" I asked, even though it clearly wasn't.
J. pressed his lips together and turned to face the back of the couch. I looked questioningly at Case and was shocked to see his pale blue eyes shining wetly. He looked up at the ceiling, his voice breaking as he spoke. "It was bullshit and I said so. You should know that."
J. didn't move or say anything. Confused, I placed my hand over his and he closed it tightly around my fingers and squeezed hard. I ached to understand what was happening.
Case's voice caught in his throat. "I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, I swear. But I had to do what was necessary. For peace." He turned and strode out of the room, his shoulders hunched tightly around his ears.
"J.?"
"No."
I sighed, but I understood. There would be time to talk about it. There would be explanations to come. I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat slow and strong and sure under my ear. His breath evened and deepened and I knew he had fallen to sleep.
No one disturbed us as we lay like that in the dark room. I closed my own eyes and drifted, riding the waves of his deep breathing, until a ragged, exhausted voice broke through my reverie.
"Emmy, can you drive?"
Teach was silhouetted in the doorway. He turned away and stifled a cough, then leaned heavily against the doorframe.
Reluctantly I slid from my post and moved closer to him. I didn't want to talk and wake J.
"I can."
"Car's here." He handed me a set of keys. "Actually it's a pickup truck because they had to transport their bikes."
"Who brought us a car?" I wondered stupidly.
"We're working on being a part of something bigger," he said. His voice was low
and grave. He shot a look over my shoulder to where J. lay sleeping and I swore I saw the deepest sorrow in his yellow-tinged eyes. "Getting more people behind us."
I nodded. "It's good to have people in your corner."
He looked over my shoulder again. "I just hope he understands that." He sounded unsure. "This brotherhood is my life's work, and I mean to see it carry on."
I didn't know what to say, so I just closed my fist around the keys and nodded.
Case spoke from the shadows. "I'm stayin' here, Teach." He stood up from the recliner. I hadn't even known he was there. He must have been watching over us as we slept. "I'll help Emmy get him in the car, then follow behind."
"You don't have to do that."
"Yeah," Case said. "I do."
The sorrow and regret washed over Teach's face again and he nodded. "Let me know," he rasped, then coughed, deep and ragged.
He sounded exhausted and deeply unwell. I didn't want to acknowledge it. Teach was J.'s rock, solid and sure. The thought of him being anything else was incomprehensible, so I pushed my worry aside and nodded to him. He clasped my hand and nodded in return.
The roar of the motorcycles sounded different this time. As the men left, one by one, the noise diminishing with each passing bike, it sounded like I was the one who was receding instead of them. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back down on J.'s chest, I could almost feel myself floating away on that rushing sound.
Chapter Thirty Five
Emmy
The rumbling sound of Case's throaty snore woke me from a dreamless sleep. I lay quietly for a moment, confused about where I was, but pleased to be snuggled up to J.'s warm chest.
Another ragged snore tugged me back to reality. J. lay broken and battered beneath me. His long body was crammed onto my mother's prized sofa, his muddy boots still on. I was twisted and jammed up along side him. I lifted my head and rubbed my neck furiously to work out the kink that had set in. My fingers found the raw red welt that circled my throat. Robert's twisted face snarled at me in the dark. A looming specter that made me shrink in fear.
