Page 13 of Striker's Foul
“On my way.”
I know by the time I get downstairs, my brothers will be there for me.
We roll out less than ten minutes later. When we pull up to the roadhouse, lights and sirens are blaring inside the building, but no police are on scene yet. Commander, Browser, and Rio jump out of an SUV with a couple of men I don’t recognize. We all rush for the door.
I search for Jude and Amelia before looking for the attacker. They’re sitting on the floor near the bar with a dog. A man lies unconscious on the floor, taped up. Jude doesn’t look hurt, but Amelia’s face is swelling, and bruises are forming on her neck. As I pass the man, I kick him in the side, not caring about his safety. He touched my woman.
“Take care of him,” I order Rio, and he grunts. “Amelia,” I say softly, knowing she’s already on edge. Her eyes dart around theroom, expecting another attack. She looks up at me, but the dog growls low in his throat.
“Blaze, no,” Jude commands, and I kneel beside her as police sirens finally sound in the distance.
“What happened?” I ask her.
Amelia points at the man. “He attacked me. I fought him off, but I got distracted when Jude came downstairs. He hit me. Then he tried to choke me. He told me—” Her voice breaks, and she starts to sob.
“It’s okay, angel. I got you and our son.”
“He told me I should’ve never come home. I fought him like I learned in training, then Jude laid him out.”
I look at my son and hold out my knuckles for him to knock. “Good job, kiddo.”
“I might have killed him,” Jude says as he looks at him. “I kicked him hard in the groin.”
“Serves him right for coming after our woman.”
Jude nods in agreement and lays his head on his mom’s shoulder.
Julian and Gambit kneel on each side of me.
“I’m Gambit,” he says, introducing himself. “I’ve been friends with your dad for a very long time. Want to come with me so the EMTs can check over your mom?” he asks, trying to get Jude to leave her side. Like me, he knows she won’t show any more pain or weakness than she already has in front of him.
“Um…” Jude looks at her, then at me.
“It’s okay, son. He’s not only a friend but also my brother,” I say.
“Okay.” Jude gets up. “I’ll be right over here, Mom.” He tries to reassure her.
I move closer. Gently, I touch her face where the bruising is, then palpate around her neck.
“I got it, Striker.”
I look up at the new voice and realize it’s Trevor. I trust him to help my woman, but he’s a man.
“Nope. Where’s Jas? No man is touching my woman except me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Amelia says, then pauses like she’s debating whether to say more and upset me. “Luke.”
I raise a brow at her, then turn back to Trevor.
“Jas isn’t working tonight. I swear, I get where you’re coming from, but she needs help. If it were my wife, I wouldn’t want another man touching her. But you know I can help her.”
“No.” I’m not backing down. “Get your wife or call Jas and tell her to come here. I’m not allowing it.”
“I need help, Luke.”
“I know, angel. I can help you. If you let me, I can treat you.”
“Striker, let him help her,” Commander says, trying to get me to give in.
