Elias by Amy Love Page A

the call, and we came as fast as we could, but it looks like your man here took care of everything for us."
     
    "He did do that," she agreed.
     
    "Feeling safer with him now?" John asked.
     
    She glanced over at Elias. "Actually, yes. Much safer."
     
    "Good. Elias won't tell you this, but he's one of the best in the city at what he does. Several other clubs have tried to woo him away from the Wolves, but he's stuck with us."
     
    "Oh?"
     
    "Oh yeah. He's brilliant at security and counter-threat operations. He's even helped some of the other clubs with security gigs they have picked up for visiting VIPs."
     
    "I didn't know that," she said, glancing again at Elias, who now looked bored.
     
    "Like I said, he won't tell you things like that. But he's one hell of a bodyguard," John told her, and then to Elias he asked, "I've got five of your men here. Do you think you'll need them?"
     
    Elias shook his head. "Funs over—for today anyway. I'll do some thinking tonight and we'll prepare for round two."
     
    "Good. I'll send them back home, then."
     
    "We're thinking Sam's for next week, John. What do you think?" Larry asked.
     
    "Sam's is always a good run. I'm in." John nodded, and then said to Chelsea, "You're pretty good on that Sporty. You should think about getting one of your own."
     
    "Think Duffy will trade me for my Shelby?" she asked.
     
    John laughed. It was a deep laugh, out of a mountain of a man. "Not a chance."
     
    "Why not? The Shelby is worth three of those Sportsters," she complained.
     
    "Not to Duffy it’s not. The only thing he drives is his flatbed tow truck, and only when one of the club is down and his helper isn't around. He’s bikes all the way."
     
    "Weirdo." Chelsea grinned.
     
    "Yep, but he's our kind of weird."
     
    She looked over at Elias. "So I've heard. I think I'm going to have to meet this man soon. His reputation has grown to heroic proportions from all the stories I've heard."
     
    John laughed again. "He's quite the guy. Well, I'll be taking off. Glad things are taken care of, though I had little doubt they would be. See you all soon."
     
    Chelsea watched the huge man make his way out through the kitchen and felt something warm inside of her. He really did care what happened to her. Why? She was nothing to him. Not really. She wasn't part of the club, and as far as he knew, she wasn't anyone special to Elias. She hoped she was now, but John didn't know about last night.
     
    "What you thinking?" Larry asked her.
     
    "Honestly? I was wondering why John seemed to care so much."
     
    "Because Elias told him you're worth the effort," Larry said simply. "The club is like that. 'All for one and one for all,' and all that other stuff. Only it's not just stuff to us. It's important, and real."
     
    She thought about that, and then put her hand on Elias' thigh. "Thank you."
     
    He gave her a small smile. "You are worth it, you know."
     
    Was she? Was she really? Two weeks ago she was bedded by Tomas, Mr. Stewart, and two of their friends whose names she never learned, one after the other—passed around like she was a fuck doll. She performed several degrading sexual acts, and then was humiliated further by having to wait on her knees until someone wanted his dick sucked again, or her ass to fuck. Worthless in their eyes, and hers. When did she become someone a man like Elias could care about? Or John? Or Larry? Or the five men who came in ready to kill for her? She bit her lip and tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
     
     
     

     

 
     
    CHAPTER FOURTEEN
     
    Elias woke at four in the morning Monday. Chelsea was trembling in his arms from the torments of some restless dream. He smoothed her hair, hummed, and gently kissed her neck. "It's alright baby, you're safe," he whispered.
     
    She woke with a start and locked eyes with him, and then relaxed, gripping fitfully at his arm around her.
     
    "Just a dream baby, just a dream," he