She watched Rage leave and almost called him back. She felt safe with him, and it was something she hadn’t felt in a long time and never thought she would again.
Chapter Two
Rage looked at the fucker beating on someone half his size and wanted to kill him. Who did that kind of shit? Rage wanted to give him some of what he was doing to the woman.
He and Traeger went for the two. Traeger took on the man while Rage tended to the woman. Fuck, she was messed up. She had blood all over her face, scratches, and bruises on her neck and arms.
He tried to be as gentle with her as he could, but it was something he never had to do before. He breathed a sigh of relief when he got her into the truck for Tara to tend to.
Rage couldn’t seem to take his gaze off her on the way home. He watched her lean on the door and fall asleep and wanted to put her in his lap and hold her. Fuck, where did that come from?
In the kitchen, he stood against the wall and watched her with the women. It seemed she had already fit in with them, and the old ladies were instantly concerned about the little woman. He followed them up the stairs with her bags, and after putting them on the bed, he stood off to the side. He couldn’t seem to pull his eyes away from her. He couldn’t even tell if she was pretty or not, because by the time he and Traeger had gotten to her, she was already swelling and bloody.
The girls took over Harley’s care, so he decided to give them some room. Rage immediately went to the bar and grabbed a beer. He felt someone slap him on the back and turned to see Traeger.
“You okay, man?” Traeger asked.
“Yeah. What that fucker did to that little woman pissed me off.”
“It pisses us all off,” Traeger said. “We’ll do what we can to help her.”
“Will she be able to stay?” Rage asked.
“If that’s what she wants. She’ll have to work with the women.”
“I doubt that will be a problem. They already act like friends.”
Traeger grinned. “They sense right off if a person is good or bad. I always trust their judgment.”
“Women’s intuition?” Rage grinned.
Traeger snorted. “Whatever the fuck that means.” He studied him. “If she stays, do you want to claim her?”
Rage took a long drink from the can. “There’s so much up in the air. I don’t even know what she looks like for one, or if she would even want a relationship after what her boyfriend did to her.”
“Give it time and go slow with her so you don’t scare her. You’ll get your answers eventually.”
Rage nodded. “Thanks, man.”
“No problem.”
Rage watched Traeger walk off as he finished his beer, tossed the can into the bin, and walked outside. He decided to go to the gym they had behind the main building and work off some of the anger he felt. It would also help him forget the images in his head of her being beaten for the time being so he could get some peace.
He didn’t see Harley until the next day, and already she looked better. The women knew how to take care of the injured because there was always someone hurt around the place.
Damn, she was really pretty, and the more she healed, the better she’d look. Rage looked around at the men in the kitchen and noticed several of them staring at Harley like they wanted to eat her up. That shit wasn’t going to happen.
He walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “How are you feeling this morning?”
He was pleased when she didn’t jerk away and smiled up at him. That small expression went straight to his cock making him instantly uncomfortable.
“I’m better. Thank you. Do you want some breakfast?” Harley asked.
“Sure. If you need anything, you come to me.”
She nodded. “I will.”
“Good.” Rage grabbed a plate of food she handed him and walked outside. He sat with a group of guys, eating and talking, but his mind was on Harley.