Page 14 of Striker's Foul
I want to, God do I, but the thought of a man touching my woman makes me want to kill someone.
“Commander, you don’t understand, and until you have a woman, you won’t.”
“I can do it,” a feminine voice says from behind us. I turn to see who it is. “I’m the roadhouse manager. I was alerted when the panic alarm went off. I was a nurse in the ER for years before working here.”
“Wixel,” Trevor says, his voice tight.
“Trevor.” She acknowledges him. “I know you have a problem with me, but I’m not the same woman. I’m different, and I want to help. I can give you the information. I would never hurt Amelia. She helped me and didn’t care about my past.”
“Okay,” I say. I don’t care who she is or what she did. If she’s able and willing to help my woman, then I’m game.
“I need you to back off and give me some room. Can I please have a pair of medium gloves?” she orders each of us. Iwatch as she gently feels around Amelia’s face and neck like I did, then checks her pupils and vitals. She leans back and slips off her gloves. “Without an X-ray to confirm, I don’t see any fractures. She doesn’t have a concussion. Her pupils are equal and reactive. Vitals are all good. She should get that X-ray just in case, but I’ll understand if she doesn’t want to.”
“Thank you. I don’t feel like anything is broken, so I don’t need to go in,” Amelia says softly to her. I nod when she looks at me.
“Thank you, Leticia,” Trevor says, his voice losing the bitterness it held earlier.
“I’ll get the area cleaned up and help you upstairs,” Leticia says, still by Amelia’s side.
“You aren’t staying here. Not after this,” I demand.
Amelia slowly stands. “This is my home. I won’t be chased from it. And we have alarms. My son and I will be okay for the night.”
“Our son,” I growl.
“Our son,” she repeats with a small nod.
“I’m staying, then.”
“No,” she says without pause.
“Then I’ll sit outside the rest of the night.”
“Fine.” Her voice carries a bit of grit.
“Hello, Ms. Granville. I’m Sheriff Castor Evander. I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
I follow Amelia’s gaze to the man who attacked her. He’s conscious now, and his mask has been removed. Cuffed and forced to his feet, he looks back at her.
“I’ll kill you next time,” he sneers.
I don’t care that Evander is standing there. I walk over and punch the guy square in the face.
“Touch my woman again, and they won’t find your body.”
“Did you hear that? He threatened me,” the guy cries to Evander.
“I didn’t hear anything except you threatening my victim.”
“He’s been in here several times during business hours. I thought he was with Luke’s club because he wore a leather vest.” She points at her attacker as they walk him outside.
“Not one of ours,” both Gambit and I say at the same time.
But it makes me wonder if the guy was trying to make it look like our club attacked Amelia.
Evander takes Amelia’s and Jude’s statements, then leaves. The ambulances and her manager leave as well. Now, only my brothers, Commander, and his men remain.
“Guys, we should have exterior guards, then set the motion detectors inside for the night. I’ll arrange for more guards when the bar is open.” Commander takes charge like he always does.
