Page 2 of Eagle

"Then you go!" I yelled, furious and fed up with him. I wasn't familiar with the reputation of the Soldiers of Retribution, but I'd never seen or heard anything negative about them. In fact, just the opposite. But something had my brother spooked. "I'll call you when I get home." I couldn't keep the disgust out of my tone.

I returned my attention to the man on the ground and caught my breath. His eyes were open and he was staring up at me, pain etched on his chiseled features. He wet his lips. "Can you move?" I asked him worriedly.

"Fuck, that hurt." He ignored me. "Call..."

For the first time I noticed that he'd reached for something in his jacket and was struggling to get it out. Behind me I heard Ron take off. I shook my head with deep disappointment and realized that his running away was only going to cause him more problems. "Here, let me." I gently moved the man’s hand aside and dug out his phone. "Who do you want me to call?"

He started to say something, cleared his throat, and whispered, "Eagle..."

"Eagle. Okay." I went down his contact list until I found Eagle and hit his number. “Shouldn’t I call 911, too?” I caught the slight nod of his head that indicated yes. “Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?" I asked as Eagle's number rang.

"Take my helmet off."

I put his phone on my shoulder and did as he asked.

"Where the fuck are you, Brother? You're late."

I cleared my throat. "Um, hello?" There was clear surprise in the silence I was met with. "Your brother has been in an accident."

"Who the fuck is this?"

"Leona. We—"

"What happened?"

"It was a car accident."

"Fuck!" His breathing picked up, and I could tell that he was on the move. “Where are you, Leo?”

Leo? I could hear the frown in his voice. “Down on the old farmer’s road by the abandoned Kent farm.”

“Have you called 911?”

“He, ah, asked me to call you first.”

“Call for an ambulance,” he growled. “We’re on our way.”

He hung up and I met the slightly dazed eyes of the man on the ground. His lips were pressed tightly together, an indication that he was in pain. I dialed 911, gave directions, and then hung up. "Are you in any pain?" I realized how stupid that sounded, but felt that conversation would keep him from passing out on me.

He groaned. "Fuck, lady, I hit a tree." His brown eyes moved over me as he tried to sit up. "Nice boyfriend you have, leaving you to fend for yourself."

I wasn't about to inform him that Ron was my reckless, chicken-hearted eighteen-year-old brother. The less I said about him, the better. I watched him struggle for a minute before I bent to help him into a sitting position against the tree. "Do you feel like anything is broken?"

He shook his head. "Just had the fucking wind knocked out of me."

"You might have a concussion," I offered when he brought his hand up to his head. He brought his hand down and looked at the blood.

"Been worse." His gaze fell on his bike. He groaned. "Bike's history."

"I'm sorry." I didn't know what else to say. "My name is Leona."

"Heard when you were talking to Eagle.” He tried to stretch his leg out and winced in pain. “Thanks for staying. Name's Brew."

Brew? Maybe it was short for something. I could hear motorcycles approaching in the distance. “That was fast,” I murmured.

“Clubhouse is just down the road,” he explained.

I knew the only thing down the road was Toby’s salvage yard because we’d passed it earlier. Ron had told me that it had been sold a while back. “You must be the new owners.”

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