Elite (Eagle Elite) (23 page)

Concern laced his eyes as he began walking toward me. “Are you okay?”

Rage boiled within me. Before I knew what I was doing I jumped from the couch and tackled him, banging my fists into his chest as anger and hurt coursed through me. Chase had to pull me off him and even then all I could do was crumple into Chase’s arms while the hot tears poured out of my eyes.

“I—” Nixon’s voice cracked.

“You’re making it worse, man,” Chase whispered. “Just go. She doesn’t want to see you. Hell, I don’t even know if I want to see you. I know why… I just think… This can’t be fixed by your bad ass mafia mojo.”

“But—” Nixon cleared his throat. “Trace?” It was a question.

“Just go to hell.” My voice was muffled in Chase’s shirt.

Chase swore. “Nixon, you had to choose. And I think you made it pretty clear to everyone within a fifty mile radius who you chose.”

“I just don’t know if I want to live with the consequences,” Nixon said.

“I guess we’ll see what this family really is made of.”

“Chase.” Nixon’s voice was hoarse. “Take care of her, please. Just—”

“Go!” I yelled, interrupting them.

Chase held me tighter and nodded his head once. I heard the door open and close, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Exhausted, I didn’t protest when Chase lifted me, for the second time that day, into his arms and carried me back to the couch. I tucked my hands under my chin and closed my eyes. Within seconds the lights in the room were off. I heard a door lock and then I felt a warm body next to mine.

The couch was big enough for two people, so I scooted over while Chase lay down behind me and tucked me into his body. He pulled a blanket over the both of us and sighed.

“Chase?” I sniffled.

“Hmm?”

“Why are you helping me?”

“Because you’re hot.” He rubbed my arm and let out a laugh. “Trace, I’m kidding. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. I’m here because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Because I hate to see chicks cry, and although popular opinion states I don’t possess a heart, I actually do. So color me weird, but when I see a friend — and don’t scowl I can hear it from here. When I see a friend, a good friend, upset, I would freaking bleed myself out before letting them go through shit alone.”

“That was a nice speech. Did you practice it?” I found myself smiling even though my heart was still breaking and thumping in my chest as if it had permanently lost its rhythm.

“Very funny.” Chase pulled me tighter.

“Chase?”

“Yeah?”

“Why can you help me but Nixon can’t?”

“Loaded question, Farm Girl.” His hand moved back to my arm and he rubbed up and down in slow strokes. “He’s the mob boss. I’m the cousin. It’s different. I’m not even next in line. I’ve always done my own thing. I mean, yeah, I work for the family. I guess you could say I’m lower on the totem pole, so I don’t really matter as much. If anything, you’re better off with me than Nixon anyways. At least with me you won’t be a target for murder.”

“How… reassuring.”

Chase’s warm chuckle relaxed me. “Hey, you asked. Now, please try to get some sleep.”

“Will you be here when I wake up?”

“Always.”

I tried not to let his promise affect me. After all, Nixon had promised a lot of things too. I hated that my distrust and confusion of what Nixon did, totally spoiled any relationship I had with my friends, but I was still terrified that Chase would leave me just like Nixon, and in the end I’d be stuck with nobody. Because one thing was always certain in my life… everyone left. My parents, Grandma, even me… It was only a matter of time before those I loved left me too.

Chapter
Thirty

I woke up in Chase’s arms. Not exactly the way I had planned my Wednesday going.

His oven of a body was seriously overheating me, add that to the vicelike grip he had on my person, and I was feeling slightly claustrophobic. With one hard tug I fell to the floor. And Chase, of course, fell on top of me.

“What the hell, Trace?” His eyes opened as he braced his body over mine looking from the couch to me in confusion. “You could have at least told me before you tried to kill me!”

“Kill you?” I lifted an eyebrow. “Right, because if the one foot fall wouldn’t have done it, what? Your tiny heart would have burst?”

His eyes narrowed. “Look, I know you’re heart-broken and you’re upset, blah, blah, blah, but do you have to be mean to the guy who helped you when you were having a nervous breakdown in front of the entire student body?”

“Valid point,” I ground out.

He grinned. “Knew you’d see it my way. Now, no attacking. I’m going to get off of you, help you to your feet, and attempt not to stare at your ass as you bend over to grab your bag.”

“Such a gentleman,” I grumbled as I took his hand and he helped me to my feet.

Chase whistled the minute I went to retrieve my bag. “Sorry, Trace. I lied, no wonder Nixon was—”

“Can we just…
not
talk about him.” I threw my bag over my shoulder and crossed my arms.

Chase nodded and put his hands in the air in surrender. “Good deal. Let me just grab my key card and I’ll walk you to your dorm.”

“You don’t have to do that. You already let me hide out in here for most the morning and—”

“I insist. Besides, it’s kind of my job.”

“Your job?”

“Chase Winter at your service. Get used to it babe, I’m your official body guard.”

“Says who?” I yelled.

“Um, Nixon? Your grandfather? Mo? Just about everyone who loves you…”

“Nixon doesn’t love me.”

Chase sighed. “I refuse to get into that with you right now. Believe what you want, but that boy would flipping cut his own arm off before he let someone harm a hair on your head.”

Tears threatened again. “Sometimes, Chase… it’s the emotional wounds that hurt the most.” I pushed back the anger and sighed. “I’d rather he beat me. Cuts heal, bruises fade — but broken hearts? They carry scars for a lifetime.”

With a heavy sigh Chase stuffed his key card into his pocket and pulled me into his side, kissing my head. “I don’t think any guy can promise not to break your heart. But I do promise that the next jackass that tries it will be on the other end of my fist.”

I nodded.

“Come on, Trace…” His blue eyes danced. “One smile. Give me one smile before we walk the plank.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Please?” Chase jutted out his lower lip.

My pathetic attempt at a smile probably looked more like a grimace, but it was enough for Chase to nod his head in approval and walk me out the door.

Once we stepped outside, I took a soothing breath of fresh air. People were walking around campus and nobody seemed to be the wiser that I was coming out of hiding.

“See?” Chase whispered in my hair. “Smooth sailing.”

He really shouldn’t have said that, because the next few minutes became what I would like to refer to as
hell on earth
.

People began whispering and pointing, which really wasn’t all that bad, until some girl yelled
skank
and another guy started to chant
whore
. Naturally, because boredom promotes stupidity, the rest of the kids joined in until Chase and I were literally walking in beat to the chants.

He squeezed my shoulder, told everyone to F off, which to be honest made me cringe more, and kept a straight face.

Once we reached my dorm, he swiped his card. And that very same she-devil from the bathroom walked out the door.

“Told you.” She smirked. Her eyes fell to Chase. “Nice of you to take over Nixon’s sloppy seconds.”

I tried to pull Chase in after me. I’d had enough skank remarks to last me a lifetime, but he refused to budge.

“Sloppy seconds?” Chase repeated.
Uh-oh
. I knew that tone of voice. It was the same voice that taunted me on the first day of school. That girl just opened up a box that really should have stayed closed.

Chase released my hand and began to circle her.

Scratch that. The box should be nailed shut and buried so deep it reached the Seventh Circle of Hell.

“Cara…” Chase threw his head back and laughed. “I forgot how entertaining that little mouth of yours was, which is crazy because I could have sworn it was wrapped around Phoenix’s junk last week.”

I was way past blushing.

Cara’s mouth dropped open.

“Aw baby, was that an invitation?” Chase chuckled. “I wonder how your boyfriend would feel about you screwing Phoenix behind his back? Hmm? I wonder what Deacon would do. No, actually…” He snapped his fingers. “I know exactly what he’d do. He’d drop your fat ass and move on to the next skank ready to spread her legs for him. Then again, maybe he likes that you’re easy. Hey, why don’t I call him right now and see if he wants to join us for a threesome? Hell, make that a foursome, since you clearly like what you see. I’ll play.”

Cara’s lower lip began to tremble. I wanted to tell Chase to stop, but I was too horrified by the stuff spewing out of his mouth to say anything.

“Don’t tell him. Please, just…” Cara looked to me for help. I immediately looked to Chase.

“You know what girls like you are worth?” Chase sneered. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You’re a dime a dozen. I won’t call Deacon, because I truly believe he’s your free ride to hell. Your future is clear as day to me. You’ll be his perfect Stepford wife, stand back and smile politely while he screws every prostitute available to a man of his tastes, and you’ll do Phoenix and whoever will give you the time of day on the side.”

Tears streamed down her face.

“Wake up.” Chase was directly in front of her now. “You will never be as good as Tracey. You will never be good enough to freaking lick the pavement where her shoes have been. Now listen and listen very closely.”

She nodded.

“You will never look at her in the eyes again. If I hear that you do. I’ll ruin your perfectly caked up face. If you breathe the same air as Tracey without my permission, I’ll show you what it feels like to suffocate to death, and if you spread anymore rumors about her or the Elect…” He chuckled. “You won’t make it to Christmas break, without at least one of your pretty manicured fingers missing from your hand. Do we understand each other?”

Cara was full on bawling now. She nodded lamely and ran off.

“Have a good day!” Chase called.

Stunned. I just stood there staring as Chase happily sent off a text and began whistling.

“What the—”

“What?” He shrugged. “Hey, let’s go inside. I’m cold.”

“Right.” I numbly followed him into the building and to the elevators where he swiped his card and kept whistling.

I always thought Nixon was the scary one. The one everyone was afraid of.

It’s possible I had underestimated Chase… big time.

We stood in silence. I really didn’t know how to start that particular conversation. You know, the one that starts with… “What the crap just happened?”

Instead I just went with, “So, you can be scary.”

Chase shrugged. “It’s a family thing.”

No crap
.

“Great.” I kept eying him. He was as cool as a cucumber. Sure, I wasn’t even involved in that little exchange and I still felt like I was going to throw up. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if I saw Cara on the evening news because she attempted to murder Chase in his sleep.

The elevator doors opened. Chase waited for me to walk by him, then he followed me to my room and glared at any girl who dared to give me the stink eye. No doubt rumors of his run in with Cara would be around campus by dinner.

“Thanks for walking me home.” I opened my door.

Chase followed me inside.

“Um, what are you doing?”

“My job.” He grinned and lay down on my bed. “Now get your homework done so we can watch a movie.”

“We?”

“Yeah. As in you and I? What you have a cow hidden in here somewhere?”

I blinked.

“Holy crap,
do
you have a cow? That would be awesome.”

“Yeah, Chase. I have a cow under my bed. It’s invisible though so you can’t see it. But sometimes at night it comes out to play. What the hell is wrong with your brain?”

He winked and pulled my vampire novel off my bed stand and began reading. “Homework,” he ordered, sounding bored. “Now.”

“Okay,
Dad
.”

“Oooh, say it again. Only this time call me daddy while you’re—”

“CHASE!”

Cackling, he licked his lips, blew me a kiss and opened the book again. If he was my permanent bodyguard, I hoped to God that Nixon or Grandpa would figure out what to do with me while I was at school. No way could I handle Chase’s presence day and night.

Chapter
Thirty-one

Oddly enough, my life fell into a sort of routine. I’d go to class. Chase would threaten anyone that looked cross-eyed at me. And after three weeks of his insufferable presence we had become friends. If one could call Chase Winter a friend. I was still trying to figure him out. All things considered, I had no doubt in my mind that if I told him I needed someone killed, he wouldn’t even ask questions. He’d simply ask who and jog away.

Wow. Never was there ever a truer friend.

To be honest I felt suffocated. If I as much as coughed, Chase freaked out, called Nixon and Grandpa, and informed them that I was coming down with a sickness and needed to be taken to the hospital.

Sometimes I coughed just to get him to move away. I think Chase had a thing with germs.

Once I tripped and Chase swore up and down that if I didn’t learn how to walk like a normal human being he was going to lose his mind with worry. What? Because a scrape was going to be the end of me?

When I asked him if we could go out for ice cream, he said it wasn’t safe. No, instead he brought ice cream to me. Not in typical boy fashion. No. Because that would be too easy, and Chase did things the hard way. I had forgotten about asking him until later that night. He showed up with a makeshift stone and a guy who worked at the local ice cream shop. The worst part was he set up shop in the dorm room lobby and ordered the dude to make me whatever I wanted. We had enough ice cream to feed an army.