Ethan

 

“So, this is it,” Ethan said the next day. “The Angel’s Keepers’ headquarters. What do you think?”

 

Amelia looked at the building. It was a brick and metal building, slightly on the small side and pretty unassuming. Not exactly where you would expect supposed drug dealing sex traffickers to hang out. She’d expected more neon, given the type of bar she’d met him in.

 

“Is there anyone here now?” she asked as he held the door open for her. She wasn’t sure she was ready to meet a bunch of people.

 

“Probably not,” Ethan answered, not bothering to tell her that was a big reason he’d picked this particular time to show her around. “Most of the guys are either at work right now or they’re getting ready to go to bed.”

 

Amelia gave him a questioning look. “Getting ready to go to bed? It’s nine in the morning.”

 

“A few of the guys work nights,” Ethan explained. “Well, lay it on me. What do you think of the place?”

 

Amelia looked around, struggling for something to say. “Well...it looks...it looks...nice.”

 

Ethan quirked an eyebrow. Amelia raised her hands in a defensive sort of surrender.

 

“I’m sorry!” she said. “I’m just kind of thrown by all of this, actually.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because it all looks so normal! I expected...”

 

“Hookers and blow?” Ethan supplied when she trailed off. “That’s the next room. I’m glad you don’t mind.” He couldn’t help but chuckle with her eyes darted to the closed door to their right. “I’m just teasin’ you, baby. That’s just the garage.”

 

“What’re all the papers on the desk?”

 

Ethan glanced over. “Tax forms, membership roster, dues paid and owed, a sheet telling me just how fucked we are money wise, other bullshit like that.”

 

“It all sounds so legitimate.”

 

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s probably because it is.”

 

She flushed. “I didn’t mean it that way. I knew it was different from what my father said it would be. But I guess I thought it might be more...I don’t know...”

 

Ethan gave her a slow grin. “A little more dangerous?” he supplied. “Did you picture motorcycle outlaws riding the desert, taking what we want? Whiskey and women and wild ways? That kind of thing?”

 

“Sort of,” she said, raising her chin defiantly when he walked closer. “That’s how it always looks on television. Maybe this life isn’t going to be as exciting as I thought. You’re going to have to step this up.”

 

“I don’t think now’s the best time to start dealing,” he said, brushing his knuckles over her stomach as his mouth curved. “Maybe I’ll wait ‘til after the baby’s born to join the one percenters.”

 

His mouth closed over hers deliciously. Her head was spinning when he drew back, and she gripped the front of his vest to keep her balance.

 

“I could get you a leather jacket and put one of those ‘property of’ patches,” he teased. “What do you think? Good way to let everyone know that you’re mine.”

 

She smacked him in the center of the chest. “I’ll wear one if you wear one, too,” she challenged, making him laugh.

 

“Want to see my other baby?” he asked, linking his fingers through hers and pulling her out to the garage before she could say yes or no. “You’re really gonna love this.”

 

A very rusty bike sat on a ripped and stained tarp in the corner. Amelia’s gaze slid right past it as she looked for something that would make Ethan that happy. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her in against his side.

 

“Isn’t she beautiful?” he asked.

 

“What?” Amelia asked in confusion. “Who?”

 

“The bike,” Ethan said, sounding confused too. “Right there.”

 

“That...does it even run?” It didn’t look like it possibly could. At least, not without falling apart completely.

 

“Not yet.” He walked closer, touching the bike as gently as a surgeon would if he were performing brain surgery. “But, baby, she’s gonna purr like a kitten when I’m done.”

 

“Where do you even start?” she asked, still amazed at the idea of taking something that broken down and actually riding it at some point.

 

Ethan sighed heavily. He’d hardly gotten anything done. “With a lot of patience,” he admitted. “Actually, I’m thinking of moving her back to our--the house. I’d have more time to work on her there. Do you care if I pack some stuff up before I show you the rest of the place?”

 

She liked the idea of him being around more in the evenings. She liked his slip of the tongue even more. “No, go ahead. Is it all right if I wander around while you work, though?”

 

“Yeah, go for it.”

 

She walked back into the main part of the headquarters and over to the glass case she’d noticed when they first came in. There was a black leather jacket inside it. It was hanging so the back of the jacket faced out. She saw The Angel’s Keepers’ patches. Colors, she corrected herself. Ethan had called them colors. Then she noticed the name. Marcus Billings.

 

This was Ethan’s dad’s jacket. There were other things in the case, as well, a belt buckle rested on one of the small shelves inside and there were a few articles and things in frames. Her gaze kept returning to the jacket, though. The leather looked soft from wear, especially at the wrists and collar. He must have practically lived in the thing. Did Ethan wear his own jacket that much? He usually wore a vest, but it was still summer. Maybe he had a butter soft leather jacket of his own in a closet somewhere.

 

“Hey there.”

 

She gasped and spun around quickly, startled. The man who’d walked in so quietly gave a short bark of laughter. It wasn’t exactly a friendly sound. She thought that there might be a smile playing around his lips as she pressed her back to the case and tried to catch her breath, but his beard and mustache made it hard to tell. If there was a smile in that salt and pepper tangle, it sure as hell didn’t reach his eyes.

 

He was just as big as Ethan, but there wasn’t any warmth coming from him. In short, he was an intimidating presence and she found herself shrinking even further backwards. Should she call for Ethan?

 

“I’m not gonna hurt you, girlie,” he assured her, his voice cigarette rough and his tone slightly sarcastic. “I’m William. The Sergeant at Arms for The Angel’s Keepers. That’s my buddy’s jacket you’re eyein’.”

 

“Oh, you knew Ethan’s dad?” Amelia asked, feeling herself relax slightly. She gave the man a smile, hoping to make up for the way she’d practically screamed for help a second ago. She really didn’t want to offend anyone here.
 

Anyway, it should have been obvious that he’d known Ethan’s father. He wasn’t exactly old, but he was clearly a good bit older than Ethan. He also had that dangerous air she’d teased Ethan about earlier. She slightly regretted it now and she found herself glad that Ethan was easier going.

 

“Yep,” William said, hooking his thumbs into his belt loops and looking at her appraisingly for a moment. “I’m guessin’ you know Ethan, too.”

 

There was a hint of suggestion there, but Amelia decided not to take offense. Not just yet, anyway. She’d see how the rest of the conversation progressed first. “I do,” she said evenly. “I’m Amelia Stratton.”

 

His expression changed so rapidly that she was tempted to take another step back. With her back to the glass case, though, there was nowhere else to go.

 

“State Representative Stratton’s daughter?” he asked, his voice low and furious.

 

She swallowed hard and pulled herself up as tall as she could, trying not to look as intimidated as she was. “Yes,” she answered.

 

“Goddamn it,” he muttered under his breath. Then in a louder voice, he asked, “Where the hell is Ethan?”

 

“He’s in the garage,” Amelia answered quickly.

 

She was sorry he was mad and she wished there was a way she could redirect the man, but she was too eager to get him away from her to think of anything believable. Her knees began to feel shaky. She’d never been looked at with such venom before. “He’s going to take the bike back to—” But William was already turning, heading for the garage. When the door closed behind him, Amelia walked over and sank down on the couch, trying to catch her breath.

 

# # #
 

“Hey, William,” Ethan said, wiping the grease off of a wrench and then dropping it down into the tool bag he planned to put in his saddle bag. “I was wondering if you--”

 

“What the hell is that jackass politician’s daughter doing here?” William demanded, cutting him off.

 

Ethan sighed. He’d known William wouldn't take Amelia’s presence well, but he’d hoped for better than this. “I’m--”

 

“An idiot,” William cut in fury burning in his tone. “What in the fuck were you thinking? Jesus Christ, Ethan, she--”

 

“She’s pregnant,” Ethan said flatly.

 

William’s jaw dropped. Ethan went back to packing up his tools, trying to calm his heart rate. Getting into a brawl with William wouldn’t help anything. He had to keep reminding himself of that. This really wasn’t the way he’d wanted anyone to find out, but what else could he have said? William was never going to let it go.

 

“Are youshitting me?” William demanded after a few moments of silence.

 

“No,” Ethan answered, zipping the back closed. “I’m completely serious.”

 

“And you...hell I don’t even know. What are you doing? Gonna play knight in shining armor just because you took her home one time?” William stared him. When Ethan didn’t deny it, he slammed his hand against the wall. “Jesus, do you even know if it’s yours? She left the bar with you after a whiskey and a dance!”

 

“Watch it.”

 

“Then make some damn sense! Her father is trying to destroy us. Everything your dad worked for! Everything I fucking worked for! And you’re playing goddamn house with some whore you--”

 

Ethan dropped the bag on the floor and stepped over, getting in William’s personal space and staying there, looking the other man directly in the eyes. “I said to fucking watch it, William. Do not test me on this.”

 

William fell back a half of a step. “Maybe you should watch it, too,” he said. “I think it’s about damn time for you to figure out what’s more important here.”

 

Ethan stared at him. “What are you talking about, man? Are you saying I need to choose between this club or my kid? Jesus, are you really asking me that?”

 

“I’m asking you what your dad would have thought of you just letting all of this die. Especially just so you can play around with some woman who’s going to leave you the fucking minute the fun of disobeying Daddy runs out.”

 

“Why the fuck would she do that?” Ethan demanded.

 

“Why the fuck wouldn’t she?” William bellowed. “What do you think you have to keep a woman like her interested?”

 

“We’re having a kid together!”

 

“Yeah, your old man had a kid, too,” William said scathingly. “And look what happened with that. Get your head out of your ass and pay attention!”

 

There wasn’t anything Ethan could say to that argument. Hell, what did he have to offer a woman like Amelia? It wasn’t like she’d jumped at his proposal. Maybe she was already having second thoughts. Suddenly, he was exhausted. “We need to talk about this later, man,” he said tiredly. “There’s no point in doing this right now.”

 

“There’s no point in any of this,” William corrected. “I’m takin’ a break.”

 

Ethan felt winded, like he’d been sucker punched. “What do you mean, you’re taking a break? You’re a founding member! You’re my Sergeant--”

 

“Yeah, and you probably just put the last nail in this coffin.”

 

“William!” Ethan called after the other man when he turned and walked out. “Come on, man, this is insane!”

 

He didn’t even turn back. He just shoved his hands into his pockets, hunched his shoulders into the wind and walked over to his bike. Ethan pushed a hand through his hair, wondering what else could go wrong and what the hell he was supposed to do now. Then he saw Amelia standing in the doorway. Tears were seeping down her cheeks and dripping off of her chin.

 

“Shit,” he growled. He’d known that she would be able to overhear some of what was said, but he hadn’t known that she was there listening. “Were you there the whole time?”

 

She shook her head, trying to wipe her cheeks and succeeding only in smearing her tears around. “Only since he called me a whore.”

 

Ethan walked over and pulled her against his chest. Her body began to shake as she cried harder. He really wanted to chase William down and rearrange the other man’s face for him. “I’m sorry, Amelia.”

 

“Is that what they’re all going to think of me?” she asked between sobs. “Are they all going to be like that?”

 

“Not if they want to keep all their teeth, they’re not,” Ethan said grimly. “Come on, baby. Let’s go home.”

 

“I thought you wanted to get the bike,” she whispered.

 

“I can get it later.” He didn’t feel like hooking the trailer up to the old but still serviceable truck they kept in the back. “Come on, we’ve gotta get the place cleaned up a little before your friend comes over. Also, I thought that you might wanna go shopping.”

 

She followed him out quietly. “You don’t have to buy me stuff.”

 

“Maybe I just want you to quit wearing my shirts,” he said, trying to keep it light. When she didn’t react, he tilted her chin up. “Hey. It’s just one guy and his one jackass opinion. I’ll hunt him down and kick his ass if you want.”

 

A hint of a smile played around her lips. “No, that’s okay.”

 

“You think I can’t take him?”

 

“That’s not the problem.”

 

“If you change your mind, let me know,” he said, only half joking. “I’m definitely in the mood for it.”

 

“It’s okay. You still stood up for me,” she realized. “You always do.”

 

“And I always will,” he promised, realizing that he meant every word of that. “Now get your helmet on and we’ll go get you something to wear. And maybe we can get some Chinese food for lunch, too. I’ve got a bad taste in my mouth.”

 

She slid onto the bike behind him and moved in close, letting herself be comforted by his heat. William’s words had stung, but Ethan’s had been like a healing balm. It would be a long time before she wasn’t hurt by it, but he’d done exactly the right thing. She was just sorry that she’d complicated his life so much.