Page 3 of Eagle

He groaned and laid his head back against the tree and closed his eyes. “Yeah.”

I could tell that he didn’t want to talk. I wished that there was something more I could do and was thankful when several motorcycles crested the hill in the distance, racing our way. The closer they got, the more nervous I got. The four men were big and kind of frightening-looking. They pulled up next to us, gravel and rocks crunching beneath the tires of their huge bikes. I stood up next to Brew’s head as they rushed over to us.

“The fuck, Brother, what happened?” The one asking the question crouched next to Brew. He glanced up at me. “You with him?”

He was a formidable sight. His short hair matched the scruff on his tight jaw. Beautiful gray eyes peered up at me as he waited for an answer. There was a black tattoo around his thickly corded neck and down his left arm, his sleeveless shirt and cut revealing how muscular his arms were. I hadn’t had the chance to get an idea of his height when he’d first arrived, but I could tell that he was built solid beneath his clothes. His faded jeans stretched tightly over his thighs.

“No,” I managed to get out from beneath his intense stare. “I, um, was in the car—”

“Where the fuck is it?” one of the other guys asked.

They scanned the area before pinning their frowns back on me.

“Gone,” Brew muttered, drawing gray eyes back to him.

For the first time I noticed that he was holding his left side. He’d grown paler. I was glad that I could hear the ambulance coming.

“Asshole took off.”

Gray Eyes swung his gaze back up to me. I watched a muscle twitch in his jaw. “You want to tell me who he is?”

Not really. I sensed it would be bad for Ron. Gray Eyes looked like he wanted to hurt someone.

“Black Camaro,” Brew uttered in a weakening voice.

“We passed a fucking Camaro,” a tall blonde barked.

The four men swapped looks, and Gray Eyes gave a jerk of his head. “Go.”

“Wait!” I called out as three of them turned at once to head for their bikes. “Are you going to hurt him? It was an accident!”

Brew snorted. I knew that I was stretching the truth, but I didn’t like the looks on their rugged faces.

Gray Eyes stood up. “An accident, huh?” He was taller than I’d expected. “Why’d he run off then?”

I swallowed, stepping back so I wouldn’t have to crane my neck so much. “He was, um, afraid.”

“What kind of chicken shit leaves his girlfriend to handle his mess?”

Yeah, chicken shit, that was my brother. I stared into the guy’s beautiful eyes and took a calming breath.

He crossed his arms in a move that could have been taken as threatening. “You gonna tell me who the fuck he is?”

I shook my head. “Not if you’re going to hurt him.”

His brows shot up. “Hit and run.”

I silently agreed with him that it looked bad.

“You don’t think he deserves to pay for hitting someone and leaving them on the side of a road? For leaving his woman to face the consequences?”

What? “Why should I face the consequences? I wasn’t driving. And I stayed behind to help your friend.”

“Brother.” He sucked in a deep breath and released it through his nose like an angry bull. I got the sense that he didn’t like the fact that I wasn’t cooperating. He leaned in close and muttered the words, “I want a name.”

I leaned back nervously, a little frightened by his imposing stature. I didn’t know him. Didn’t know what kind of man he was, or what he was capable of doing. He might be good to look at, but everything else about him was big and hard and kind of scary.

“Don’t scare her, Eagle.”

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