Page 26 of One Night with the Biker

It took a moment for the words to sink in. Afraid to hope, I met his turquoise gaze. He nodded, and I hurried to my brother, touching his nose and his cheeks. Lifting one towel-wrapped hand then the other.

“Do you know how to contact any of his brothers?”

“Yeah.”

“He needs a doctor.”

“I’m going to call an ambulance,” I said, reaching for my phone, but he cursed and snatched it from me.

The other men shifted. He glared at them.

“Wait ten minutes,” he ordered.

“But—”

“Ten minutes,” he gritted, pocketing my phone.

I hopped to my feet and lunged for it, but he grabbed my wrists. One of the guys made a noise, but I didn’t care who.

“How can I call anyone if I don’t have my phone?”

“You’ll get your phone back tomorrow. I’ll have Nova bring it to you.”

“Tell her to leave it at the door. Unless she comes with an apology, I don’t want to talk to her. I need my phone to call ‘911’.”

“I’ll call,” he barked, his nostrils flaring.

One of the guys cleared his throat.

“Why’d you tell Nova I was married?”

“You mean why did I do the job you should’ve done?” I retorted, wanting them gone so I could see to my brother. I didn’t trust they’d really call an ambulance.

“Stay out of my fucking business, Ainsley.”

“Gladly, Louisiasshole.”

Scowling, he shoved me away. The moment they left, I’d go to the neighbor’s and make the call. Fuck him.

“Most of the club wanted Roman Mac dead,” Louisiana said. “He’s alive because of you. I’m going to call a fucking ambulance,Ainsley. Give us the courtesy of getting away before those motherfuckers swarm the neighborhood.”

“Fine.”

“Why is he a Mac and you’re a Valois?”

I explained why, so he’d leave and take his scary friends with him. “After our parents were killed, he didn’t want to take any chances with my life. From then on, he gave me our mother’s maiden name. Mac is unusual because it doesn’t have a second part.”

“He did it to protect you.”

“Yes,” I answered, although he hadn’t asked a question.

He backed toward the door and the other men followed suit.

“See you around, Ainsley,” Louisiana said.

“Yeah, you too.” I closed the door and hurried to the bathroom for more towels.

It was exactly fourteen days since I’d met Reese, and I couldn’t believe how my life had changed in two short weeks.Since then, I’d lost my virginity, lost my best friend, almost lost my brother, moved back home, and spent every waking hour fussing over Roman.

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