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I shake my head because I’m not, and sobs overwhelm me.
Trez pulls me to a sitting position and wraps an arm around me. “It’s okay. He’s gone.”
I wrap my arms around Rosie, clutching her to me, rocking.
Rock and Darko approach.
Rock squats and tips my chin up. “Did he break in? Can you give me a description?”
“It was Elliott,” I whisper.
Rock frowns. “Elliott?”
Trez fills him in. “Baja’s brother.”
“Jesus Christ,” Rock hisses. “Did he…?” He trails off, but I know what he wants to ask.
“He tried; you interrupted him before he could.” I glance around. “Where’s Baja? I need Baja.” I’m shaking and close to breaking down.
“Take a deep breath, sweetheart,” Rock says. “He’ll be here in a minute.”
I do what he says, and it helps calm me.
“Baja’s right behind us,” he continues. “He stopped to get beer.”
I nod, suddenly not wanting to talk. I feel self-conscious with all the men standing around.
Reckless, Utah, and Memphis troup in the open front door.
Utah shakes his head. “We lost him.”
Rock grinds his teeth. “We know where to find him.”
The sound of another motorcycle grows closer, and Rock stares at me. “That’ll be Baja.” He stands and looks over his shoulder. “Grab her a shirt, Memphis.”
A moment later, a shirt settles in my hands. “Go slip this on, honey,” Trez says. “Baja will lose his shit if he sees that torn shirt.”
I nod, and he pulls me to my feet. I stumble into the bedroom and change. When I come back out, Baja is standing in the door with a twelve-pack of beer in his hands, staring at the broken glass crunching under his boots.
“What the fuck, man? You boys bust in my door?”
“Not exactly,” Trez says.
“Sit down, brother,” Rock orders.
Baja frowns, looking around the room at all the faces of his brothers, then I notice him take in the evidence of the struggle: the overturned chair, the busted lamp on the floor, the candlestick.
“What happened?” he whispers. “Where’s Elaina?” He tries to bolt from the chair, but two of his brothers hold him down.
I step around them. “I’m here. I’m okay.”
His eyes sweep over me, checking for himself. I think my face must already be showing signs of that punch, and I try to turn to hide it.
“Elaina.” He tries to get to me. “Let me fucking go. Someone please tell me what the fuck happened. Now.”
“Elliott showed up. We busted through the door, and he ran out the front,” Trez says.
“My brother was here?”
