And they were off again.
Alamo didn’t let thoughts of what could be happening into his mind. Ana had sworn that Jason hadn’t been violent, that he’d just gotten her too drunk to move. That awful truth was the only comfort Alamo had. The asshole wasn’t violent.
He couldn’t let any other thought into his mind.
They were headed toward the motel in question when Killer swerved. Alamo looked to the edge of the road to see Ellen there and Jason Worthington trying to drag her to her feet as she kicked at him with one leg.
The car was on the edge of the road with the rear passenger door and the driver’s door both wide open. Seeing the asshole he’d put in the hospital at the start of the year wasn’t going to put Alamo in the best of moods whenever it happened, but seeing him touch Ellen was a sure recipe for explosion.
It was a toss-up to see whether Killer or Alamo was off his bike and headed toward them first.
Worthington let go of her, and Ellen pushed to her feet unsteadily.
“Back the fuck up.” Alamo glanced at her.
She was limping as she headed toward him. Her clothes looked intact too. He wasn’t some caveman who believed a woman was “ruined” if she was assaulted, and he sure as hell didn’t think it was ever even a remote possibility that it was a woman’s fault if someone hurt her. That didn’t take away the fear. He’d seen Ana after Jason raped her. He saw how she still flinched, how she needed to know where the door was, how she scanned crowds and parking lots. It made him livid to even set eyes on the piece of dirt who’d done that to Ana. Knowing that same man had touched Ellen even for a second . . . it did nothing for his self-control.
The roar of several bikes came toward them, but this wasn’t Wolf business. This was about Alamo’s unfinished business, and it had hurt Ellen.
Worthington opened his mouth to speak, but Alamo’s fist was shutting it before a word was said. He honestly didn’t know how many times he punched him. He hit and waited to see if Worthington got back up. If he did, Alamo punched him again. If he didn’t, he kicked him and ordered, “Stand.”
“Alamo!” It was Dash, not Killer, who caught his wrist.
Alamo spun on him.
“Ellen needs a doctor,” Dash said carefully, gesturing toward her. She was in Killer’s arms.
“Miss Bitty’s meeting you at the hospital,” Echo said from behind him.
The club president motioned toward a boat of a car, the one Mrs. Evans drove. The older woman was at the wheel now.
“There was an accident,” Killer said. “Ellen was hit walking along the road. The driver wasn’t here. Just the car.”
“Alamo?” Ellen said, pulling him the rest of the way into the moment. “I can’t walk to the car.”
Carefully he took her from Killer’s arms. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine,” she said. “I should’ve told you that there were people following me.”
At that, Echo sighed. “We’re going to have a talk when you’re healed up, Ellen.”
“Yes, sir. I didn’t mean to cause trouble and—”
“Losing you would be trouble,” Echo said firmly. “Go on with Maureen. I need to see if the boys and I can find the driver of the car that hit you. You didn’t see him, did you?”
Ellen glanced at Jason, where he was being pinned to the ground with a boot to his throat. “No, I didn’t. I fell and was right there until you all arrived.”
Echo nodded. “I expected as much.”
A rusted-out truck pulled up, and Jason Worthington yelped something.
“Boys,” Echo said.
And then he walked away, leaving several Wolves with one sobbing man. He’d raped and beaten at least one woman and now he’d beat up Ellen. It wasn’t a great loss that he’d apparently vanished.
Alamo carried Ellen to the car, and once she was settled in the backseat, Echo rode off in one direction and his old lady drove toward the hospital.
There was a muffled shot a moment later.
“I can check your car, Mrs. Evans. I think it has a backfire problem,” Alamo said mildly, offering her an explanation in case she needed one.
Through the rearview mirror, the older woman’s gaze fell on Ellen and then she lifted it to meet his eyes. “I guess my hearing’s not as good as it once was. I didn’t hear a thing.”
Chapter 30
WAKING UP IN A HOSPITAL BED, EVEN THOUGH IT WAS not unexpected after I’d drifted in and out the past few hours, was startling. Mama and Alamo were both there.
“You’re going to break my hand, Mama,” I said lightly.
She looked down at me. “You’re lucky you’re too old to take a switch to.”
“I love you too,” I told her.
“Go call the boys, Alejandro,” she ordered. “Both of them.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Do you want me to come back or—”
“Of course I do!” I stared up at him in confusion. “Unless you don’t want—”
“Oh, for goodness sake!” Mama snapped. “You, go make those calls and get your ass back in here. You, he wants to be here, but the boy’s got a case of the guilt.”
I realized what she meant as Alamo’s gaze found mine. “It wasn’t you that hurt me. Let them know I’m okay and come back? Please?”
He nodded once and slipped out of the room.
The door clicked shut softly, and my mother sighed. “You scared everyone. Echo and the boys were all upset. Big Eddie has been calling like you were his little chickadee.”
“He loves you,” I told her. “You do know that, right?”
Mama sighed again. “He’s too damn young to love me.”
I laughed, and then winced because it hurt. “Maybe he was when I was a kid, but he got older.”
“So did I.” She stroked my face. “Your daddy wouldn’t mind me being happy, would he?”
I sniffled. “No, he wouldn’t.”
“You’re grown now,” she said. “I wasn’t going to have some man around like he was your father, but you’re all grown and snagged yourself a Wolf of your own. Maybe I ought to let Big Eddie stay over to keep an eye on me while you’re healing up.”
“How long am I staying in the hospital?”
She shook her head and said lightly, “You’ll be out tomorrow, but Alejandro tells me that he has a nice soft bed on the ground floor and that ankle of yours is busted up.”
I laughed despite everything. “You’re kicking me out to shack up with Big Eddie? You do realize I knew he was sneaking in since I was a kid.”
Mama smacked my shoulder gently. “Don’t be silly. I’m kicking you out so you can convince Alejandro not to let guilt make him run.”
Tears filled my eyes. I wasn’t sure whether they were from amusement or worry or both. Whatever pain medicine they had given me probably wasn’t helping matters. “You really are a terribly meddling woman, Mama.”
“Meddling would be telling you that I wouldn’t let Echo tell you that there was some music manager been pestering me for weeks after hearing you sing,” she said primly. “Meddling would be stepping up to the man himself and telling him that if he pressured you to do something you weren’t ready to do, I’d sell the damn house and pay him back.”
I blinked at her. “What did you say?”
“It’s your choice, baby,” she murmured. “I didn’t know he’d been pulling strings or trying to push you.”
There were no words. My mother had tried to push Echo. It had to be the pain medicine. Maybe I was sleeping. Subtly I pinched my wrist.
Mama rolled her eyes. “If you want to talk to them, you can, but it needs to be your choice.”
I took her hand again and squeezed. “Thank you. I just thought . . .” I didn’t know how to say that I thought she wanted me to use my voice for money without sounding rude. So I kept my silence on that. She obviously knew anyhow.
“You’re my baby, Ellen. Sing or don’t. I just want you to be happy.”
The door opened and Alamo stepped inside. Mama looked at him, the sort of look that said she was weighing and measuring him like he was a holiday turkey. Then she smiled and said, “He’s a fine-looking man, and you watch him like he’s a big dessert after a long diet.” She shrugged. “Plus, he loves you. He might not know it yet, but he does.”
I felt my mouth drop open, but no words came.
Mama stood. “I’ll be back in the morning when they release you.” She walked up to Alamo and took his arm. She tugged and he leaned down. She kissed his cheek. “You hurt her, and you’ll be shy a few parts all men seem to be proud of.” Then her gaze dropped to his crotch for several moments too long. She looked back at me. “No nooky till the doctors give the okay, and I’ll be asking.”
After she walked out, I extended my hand to Alamo. He came to the bed and took my hand. Then he stood there. It wasn’t the same sort of comfortable silence we’d shared before.
“It’s not your fault,” I said.
“He came here to get revenge on me.”
“I didn’t tell anyone there were strangers watching me.”
Alamo frowned. “I didn’t tell you why I left Carolina.”
“I tried to handle it alone,” I added.
He met my gaze, and I stared back at him. After a moment he sighed, and I said, “How about we agree that we both made a few mistakes and call it done?”
He tensed. “Call what done?”
“The guilt?” I frowned, trying to figure out what I’d missed. I hated pain medicine. It made my thinking slower than I liked. I replayed the words in my head until I realized what he thought. “I’m not done with you, Alamo.”
He smiled.
“Plus I can’t go home because Mama’s finally letting Big Eddie out of the closet,” I said bluntly.
“What?”
I half shrugged. “Club secret. He’s in love with my mother. She’s been pretending they don’t end up in bed all the time.” My eyes drifted closed. “Now that I’m apparently all settled, possibly with a music manager and a hot Wolf from North Carolina, Mama’s letting him out of her closet.”
Alamo laughed softly. “Do I know your ‘hot Wolf’?”
I smiled but kept my eyes closed. “Shush, I’m dreaming about you.”
He laughed again. “I’m not staying in a closet.”
I meant to reply, to tell him about the time Mama literally made Eddie go into her closet when she heard me come up the stairs. It was sort of funny. At least it had been when I was a teenager. I laughed every time I saw him for weeks after that, picturing him standing there in the middle of her skirts and purses. We never discussed it. Maybe I’d mention it now that they were about to be official.
“Official,” I muttered.
“That’s the plan,” Alamo said.
I smiled again. That hadn’t been what I meant, but I liked the thought of being his old lady. I liked the thought of anything to do with him really.
OF COURSE, THE next day when I was surly from the pain of being jostled on the ride to his house, I was a lot less smiley.
“You’re sure you’re okay?” Alamo asked for the fourth time. He kept sweeping his gaze over me as if I were going to suddenly manifest new injuries. The line between sweet concern and anxiety-ridden was seeming to blur.
“I’m fine.”
He brushed my hair back, carefully not touching the swelling around my eye. “I could kill them for touching you.”
I caught his hand. “Murder requires Echo’s sign-off.”
Alamo made a noise that was more growl than word. “Like he wouldn’t. You know he was almost as angry as Killer . . . and Dash.”
The delay before he could force himself to add Noah’s name was to be expected. They hadn’t exactly buried the hatchet. I wasn’t sure if they would, but I had hopes.
A knock on the door had Alamo tensing.
“Got it,” Zoe called out as she sailed through the room. She was a curious mix of temper and tenderness. I wouldn’t say that we were done sizing each other up, but right now she seemed to see me as a wounded animal—or more important, a wounded animal that her big brother wanted to protect—so I was seeing the tender side.
“No,” she snapped from the doorway. “You cannot come in.”
Alamo was up and across the room in a blink.
“Ask Alamo” was the reply from the door. Noah.
“It’s my home too,” Zoe snapped. “I say you’re not welcome.”
For a moment Alamo paused. Obviously he’d heard enough to know who it was too. He stood out of sight from the door, arms folded, wide smile on his lips. Honestly, it was the most cheerful he’d looked since he’d brought me home. It almost made me want to pretend I didn’t realize it was Noah.
“Zoe,” I called out.
“Yes?” Her voice was light and chirpy. “Nothing to worry about, just a street peddler. No thank you. No one here needs what you’re selling.”
I sighed.
“I said I was sorry,” Noah snapped. “Ellie? Tell the harpy at the door to let me in.”
Alamo rounded the corner. His voice came back. “What did you say?”
“I’m not here to start trouble, man. I just wanted to check on Ellie. She’s been my best friend for twenty fucking years, and I’m not going to have some jumped-up—”
Slap.
“Noah, please shut your mouth,” I called. I pushed myself off the sofa and started hopping toward the door. It was easier than bending down and grabbing crutches.
At least I thought it was until all three of them came into the room.
“Sit your ass down,” Noah said.
Alamo didn’t bother with words. He scooped me up carefully and carried me to the sofa.
Zoe smacked Noah’s arm again. “You see what you did? She could’ve fallen.” She pulled back to hit him again, and this time he caught her hand in his.
“Do it again, and I’ll put you over my knee like the brat you’re being,” Noah said quietly.
Alamo paused and looked back at them.
“Hey,” I whispered, “can you not fight with him? Please?”
Alamo’s gaze came to settle on my face.
“I’m yours, but he’s still my friend. Platonic.” I kissed Alamo softly and added, “And she can handle him.”
Alamo settled me on the sofa again. He seemed to have let it go, but then he glanced at Noah and Zoe. The frown Alamo got as he looked back at them was not encouraging.
“She’s my baby sister,” he muttered. Then, louder, he said, “Zoe, can you grab the frozen peas for Ellen. Her eye is swelling again.”
Zoe broke off her glaring match with Noah and stomped out of the room. Once she was gone, Alamo leveled a glare at him. “You touch my sister, and I’ll break every part of you that even thought of brushing against even one stray hair of hers. You hear me?”
“What?” Noah looked thoroughly gobsmacked. “Why would I . . .”
I gestured frantically behind Alamo’s back.
Noah amended, “Not that’s she not, er, a lovely . . . person.”
“She’s a fucking angel,” Alamo snapped. A cold smile came over him and he added, “And she’s off-limits. Under my protection. As in you aren’t ever to be alone with her or think about touching her.”
Noah laughed. Idiot that he was, he laughed. He was still grinning as Zoe walked back in. His gaze fell on her for a brief moment, and he said, “Not a problem, man. Not a problem at all.”
Zoe looked from him to Alamo and back. “I don’t even want to know, do I?”
She handed me the peas and walked out of the room without another word. Noah watched her go, and Alamo watched him stare at Zoe. And all I could think was that I was damn glad that she was headed back to North Carolina soon.
By Ronnie Douglas
Unruly
Undaunted
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