Mica (Rebel Wayfarers MC) by MariaLisa deMora Read Free Book Online Page B

and out of soft focus. Mica lifted her good arm in a defensive pose as the car’s driver reached the first man and took him down with seemingly no effort, using a stiff forearm hard to the throat of the largest attacker who was still on his feet.
    Idling up the alley, Mason was looking for Mica. She wasn’t home yet, and he was thinking he could give her a ride back to the house if she was walking. Jess had sounded worried about her, and he knew Michael was an asshat, and he wouldn’t put it past him to try to weasel out of whatever Mica had planned for him.
    Pulling his bike around the corner of the alley, he saw a group of people ahead of him. Men standing, men on the ground, a woman against the wall—between one breath and another, Mason recognized Mica as the woman against the alley wall, her coat laying on the ground and her shoulders covered in blood.
    Without conscious thought, he put down the kickstand and killed his bike as he leapt off it towards her. As he ran, he evaluated the five men surrounding her, some of them beginning to struggle back to their feet. Mason was confused at the action he saw, because they seemed to be fighting themselves. Not stopping to alert anyone to his presence, he waded into the bodies, punching and twisting into kicks with an efficiency that spoke of training and long exposure to violence.
    Coming closer, he shouted, “Run home,” at Mica as he grabbed the shirtfront of the first body he found. He dragged the figure upward and forward into his fist, knocking the man back off his feet to fall limply into a pile on the ground. “Mica, run home, babe,” he said again steadily, backing towards her to stay between her and the last man standing. He shook his head; he had a moment to think about how he’d only taken down two of them, and wondered what happened to the rest. He heard a soft rustle of clothing behind him and looked back at Mica as she slid down the brick wall to land on her ass in the alley, loose-limbed with a wounded expression on her face.
    Mica squinted against the pain, looking at the two men in front of her. A deep voice spoke softly, “Miss, are you okay?” vying with Mason’s much louder, “Mica, babe, where are you hurt?”
    She calmly watched with wide-open eyes as Mason moved towards her, watching as he turned again to the stranger and put his hands out in a grappling position. He stayed like that, keeping himself between the unfamiliar person and her. “Oh, Mason. Hurts,” was all she could ground out between her teeth before her eyes closed.

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    Hearing the pain in her voice, Mason had charged at the man in front of Mica, trying to move him back. He wanted to put as much room between her and that man as possible, when the guy shouted at him, “I’m helping here. Let me help; she’s hurt,” even as he stepped agilely out of the way. Mason snagged his arm, pulling the man into a close clinch in front of him, holding him still as he asked tightly, “Helping?” He turned them to see Mica had fallen against the base of the wall. “Yes, man, she needs help,” was the man’s response.
    Mason made a decision and released him, shoving the guy away. He sprinted towards Mica, pausing only to level a kick at one of the men on the ground who was looking to wake up. A sudden shout turned his head, and he saw car keys flying through the air at him; his hand reached up and caught them reflexively. “Open the door; I can get her to the hospital faster than waiting here for an ambulance,” said the man as he scooped Mica effortlessly into his arms and turned towards the car.
    Mason hurried in front, grabbing her bag from the ground along the way, unlocking and opening the backdoor of the car. He watched the man lay her gently into the backseat, stretching her out and clearly being careful of her shoulder. “I’m right behind you, man,” Mason shouted as he tossed the keys into the front seat and ran towards his bike. “Daniel