Page 48 of The Biker Alien

“No. We killed some.”

“Were any of ours killed?”

“No, but we have some injured.”

Alec starts forward, and I move to walk beside him.

“There’s more,” Hal calls.

“What is it?” Alec growls.

“We captured one of them.”

“Jamey?” I ask hopefully.

Hal eyes me and grins. “Yes, actually.”

I catch Alec’s gaze. He looks furious, like he wants to kill anyone and everyone in his path.

I trail behind him inside, careful to avoid stepping on all of the glass. The place is a mess, and there are casings all over the place.

“Where are the wounded?” Alec calls, and he’s directed down the hall to a particular room.

I hesitate instead of following. This is his domain, not mine.

But Alec stops, glances back, and returns to me. He takes my hand and walks me down the hallway. He talks to each of the wounded men, comforting them, promising that he will do anything and everything for them, and it melts my heart to see him like this, to hear him like this. He’s not joking. This club really is his family. This is how he would be with our children.

Something inside me melts about this. He introduce me to the ones who seem to not be in as much pain as the others. A few doctors are tending to them. I don’t know if they’re part of the club or not, and I don’t ask.

Eventually, Alec leads us to another room, and he shuts the door behind me.

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out.

“You’re sorry? This isn’t on you,” he says.

“Maybe it is, partially anyway. If I let you kill Joey when you had the chance…”

“You’re right. Jamey or the other one might’ve shot me or you or both of us, and…” Alec grits his teeth and wrinkles his nose. I swear he wants to upend the table, but he doesn’t. He does, however, slam his palms onto the surface.

“We need to come up with a plan.”

He eyes me. “I thought there was no ‘we.’”

“Maybe there is,” I say, trying to keep my tone light.

Alec marches over to the door and opens it. “Where is Jamey?”

Another one of Alec’s men leads us to another room. Inside, three guys stand around Jamey, who is tied to a chair. He’s gagged too.

“Turnabout’s fair play,” I say to Jamey smugly.

He bares his teeth at me.

“Start talking,” Alec says.

“I have nothing to say,” Jamey says.

“Sure you don’t.” Alec snaps his fingers, and one of his men gives him a knife.

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