UNTOUCHED (Midwest Alphas) (Book 1) Read online

  “Whoa—” he whispers, keeping a firm grip on me to keep me standing.

  “Sorry,” I say, forcing a laugh. “Never ridden before…”

  He smiles. “You’ll be all right.”

  I look up at him and I suddenly realize how close we are. Our lips sit just inches apart. His breath grazes my cheeks. I bite my tongue in a futile attempt to distract myself from the beauty in his green eyes.

  “Claire…” he says my name, his voice low.

  “Yeah?”

  “Promise me again.”

  I force my feet flat against the earth to stand on my own. “I promise, Tobias,” I say. “I won’t be there.”

  His hands drop and he steps away from me.

  Chapter 8

  Get The Blood Off

  I keep my promises.

  I lay here now, staring at the ceiling above my bed, wishing that I didn’t. Part of me wants to run downstairs, grab Charlie’s keys, and take off into town. Damn the consequences. I don’t care how angry Tobias will be. I don’t care what Charlie will do if he finds out. None of that matters right now.

  I can’t stop thinking about those fights. Tobias is strong — mighty, even. He took the Brute down so fast, no one was even sure what happened until it was already done. Even the Menace couldn’t take him down and the odds were stacked against him. I’ve never known a man like Tobias before and I want to know more of him. Even if it feels like a betrayal to the man I thought I wanted before.

  I slide the volume up a little louder and let Tobias’ music drown out the thoughts in my head. It’s a surprising mix of 80’s glam rock and classic country hits. The more I listen to it, the more I feel like I understand a little bit more about Tobias the Untouchable.

  Light scans the corners of my vision. I jolt out of bed and look out the window to see Tobias’ bike riding up the driveway. A smile touches my lips. I pull the headphones off my ears. He rolls to a stop in front of the barn and my smile slowly falls.

  He’s hurt.

  Tobias clutches his side. He just barely makes it off the bike before he tumbles to the ground outside the barn. My heart stops in my chest, but I force myself to take action. I grab my shoes, slip them on, and bolt out of my room. My feet creak the stairs, but I don’t care. There’s only one thought on my mind, the only driving force I have, and that’s him.

  I race across the driveway in time to see him pick himself up and lean on his bike. “Tobias, what happened?” I ask.

  “Get back—!”

  I pull away from him, too scared to touch him. He’s wearing his jacket, so I can’t see what damage has been done. “Let me help you…” I beg. He pauses and looks up at me. Once again, his face is clean of marks or bruises, but my eyes quickly fall to the purple and red mark along his neck. “What did they do to you?” I ask, scanning his bloodshot eyes.

  “Help me push this…” He grips one handlebar and waits for me to swing around the bike and take the other.

  We push the bike into the barn together and let it tip against the wall. Tobias turns around and sits backward to lean against a hay bale in the corner. I push the barn door closed before returning to him.

  “Tobias…”

  He’s breathing hard, struggling to sit up. “I’m fine…”

  “You’re not fine,” I argue. I turn back to the door. “I’m gonna get Charlie—”

  “No!” he hisses, stopping me in my tracks. “Claire, don’t.”

  “You need a hospital,” I cry.

  “No, I don’t. I just…” He pauses and reaches out to me. “I just need you to sit with me for a bit.”

  I keep on my toes, still eager to run for help. “But…”

  “Claire, please…”

  Tears sting my eyes, but I do as he asks. I walk over to him and sit down on the ground beside him. “I don’t know what to do, Tobias,” I mutter.

  “Trust me,” he smiles. “I’ve had worse.”

  “What happened?” I ask again.

  He hesitates for a moment before pushing his jacket aside and raising his shirt. I gasp, covering my mouth, as he shows me the deep red markings along his side. “Got paired up with that guy from Springfield.”

  “The Devil guy?”

  He nods. “He got in a few cheap shots,” he says. “Knocked me down and beat on me before putting me in a headlock.”

  “Did you lose the fight?” I ask.

  His eyes drop and he shakes his head.

  “How the hell did you get out of a headlock?” I lean forward, raise the shirt to look again, and I see the red splatter staining his inked abdomen. “Is this blood?”

  “Yeah,” he says, “but it’s not mine.”

  “Jesus, Tobias…” I whisper. “Why do you do this to yourself?”

  He pulls his shirt from my grasp and lays it back down. “I need the tournament money,” he says.

  “Do you need it more than your ability to breathe?” I bite.

  “Claire…”

  “A couple hundred bucks can’t possibly be this important.”

  “Not a couple hundred,” he says, shaking his head. “Tens of thousands is up for grabs at the tournament fight next week and I intend on getting it.”

  “Why do you need it?” I ask.

  “I just do.”

  I sigh. “Well, I’m coming with you to the next fight.”

  “No.”

  “You’re obviously going to get your ass kicked whether I’m there distracting you or not, Tobias.”

  “I did not get my ass kicked—”

  “Either I’m going with you or I’m telling Charlie.”

  He grits his teeth, furious with me, but after a few moments, his eyes turn soft. “Okay,” he says, “but I don’t want you to watch.”

  “Why not?”

  His eyes fall. “I don’t want you to see this side of me.”

  I lean forward and shift my knees beneath me. “Why do you care what side of you I see—”

  “Come on, Claire,” he says. “You’re a stupid girl, but you’re not an idiot.”

  A warm shiver runs up my spine as he raises his hand to my face. His trembling fingers touch my cheek, shaking from the adrenaline firing through his system. “Tobias…”

  “You don’t have to say anything,” he mutters. “I know how you feel about Rick.”

  My heart sinks as his hand drops to his side. “I don’t give a shit about Rick right now, Tobias. I care about you.”

  He stares back at me with shaking eyes. “Claire—”

  “Kiss me, Tobias.”

  There’s a soft moment of hesitation before his passions pull me in. Our lips lock together, almost like they were always meant to. He grips my body, holding me close to him as he pushes himself on to his knees. He’s in pain, I can tell, but I can’t bring myself to make him slow down. I wrap my arms around his thick body and return every single one of his kisses.

  Suddenly, he pushes me away and holds me at arm’s length. “You need to go,” he breathes.

  “Why?” I ask.

  “Because you’re just a kid,” he says.

  “No, I’m not—”

  “Yes, you are.” He keeps a hand on his side as he stands on his shaking feet.

  “I’m seventeen,” I argue.

  “Exactly. And we’re…” he pauses, “already too close.”

  I stand up. “Tobias—”

  “Just get out of here, Claire.” He puts a hand against the wall and tries very hard to make it look like he’s not leaning on it.

  “Let me help you upstairs.”

  “I don’t need—”

  “Yes, you do. You can barely walk.”

  He sighs, knowing that it’s true. I step closer to him and position myself beneath his left arm. He lets me lead him out of the barn and up the porch stairs, leaning on me only when absolutely necessary.

  The real struggle begins on the stairs to the second floor. His weight holds me down and I can’t take my own steps up without slamming my foot down on
the stairs in the process. We take it slow, hoping not to wake Charlie on the creaky, old stairwell.

  I breathe a thick sigh of relief when we finally reach the landing.

  “I can take it from here,” Tobias whispers. He pulls his arm from me and steps slowly towards his room. I linger on him, too scared to let him go on his own. He pushes his door open and steps inside.

  “Tobias,” I whisper. He looks back at me. “Please let me help you.”

  His mouth opens, but no words come out. Finally, he moves to the side and lets me enter his room with him. He closes the door silently behind us.

  I look around, but I try not to stare at anything for too long. It’s the first time I’ve seen his room, although it’s exactly what I expected. Blank, white walls and simple furniture. Even his bedsheets are black, void of color. I focus on the task at hand and drift over to his dresser to look for a fresh shirt. “You should shower,” I say. “Get the blood off.”

  “I’ll do it tomorrow,” he says.

  I don’t argue with him. The less noise in the house right now, the better. I grab a clean shirt out of a drawer and push it closed. “Sit down,” I say. I hold him softly as he lowers himself down to his bed. I push his jacket back slowly, letting it fall down his arms while he kicks off his boots. “Can you raise your arms?”

  He tries and manages to hold them up for me as I bend down to pull the blood-stained shirt over his head. I look at his beaten chest again and wince with new tears in my eyes.

  “Claire,” he whispers, watching me closely. “I’ll be okay.”

  “You should see a doctor.”

  “I’m fine. I just need to get some rest.” He grips my hand. “Trust me.”

  “I do,” I nod. “I’m still going to worry though.”

  He smiles. “Okay.”

  I take the dirty shirt and gently wipe the loose blood-splatter off his chest and arms, trying hard not to put pressure on his fresh wounds. My mind attacks me with vicious images to somehow explain how he ended up covered in blood, but I force them out and ignore them. “Raise your arms again.” I hold up the fresh shirt and slip it over his head. His hair, thick and black, gets roughed up in the process. It brings out a subtle, boyish charm, one that I can’t ignore. “I never pegged you for a Bowie fan,” I say, shifting the subject to distract him.

  “What?” he asks.

  “Your music.”

  He winces as I pull his right arm through the sleeve. “Oh,” he chuckles. “I’m surprised you even know who Bowie is.”

  “I may be a stupid girl, but I pay attention.”

  He slips his other arm in. “I didn’t mean that you were stupid—”

  “I know.” I stop him with a smile. My eyes fall to his jeans and I pause. “Uh…”

  “I can do the rest myself,” he says.

  “Are you sure?” He nods, but I hesitate to go, still too scared to leave him alone. “Do you need an ice pack, or—”

  “Claire,” he says. “Tobias the Untouchable isn’t going to die in his sleep.”

  I chuckle. “I thought you hated that name.”

  “I do,” he says, “but it made you laugh, so…”

  It’s a losing battle. Tobias wants to tough it out alone and there’s nothing I can do to stop him. “You promise?” I ask.

  “I promise,” he whispers, his eyes soft on me.

  “You know where I’ll be,” I sigh.

  He nods. “Go listen to more of that music.”

  I smile, holding back tears. “Okay,” I say as I turn to the door. “Get some rest.”

  Tobias says nothing as I step out into the hall.

  Chapter 9

  You’re Not A Monster

  I haven’t seen Tobias in two days.

  But that’s not entirely true. I sneak a peek into his room every chance I get to make sure he’s still breathing and to leave a glass of water out for him. Every time, I see his chest moving up and down in the darkness and I hear his soft breaths passing through his nose. Part of me expects his body to shut down at any moment and that terrifies me.

  I brush a finger over my lips, once again feeling the phantom tug of his kiss.

  You’re just a kid.

  I guess Tobias isn’t the only one that’s untouchable.

  Charlie walks into the barn and I drop my hand from my lips. “You’re up early today,” he notes.

  I keep my head down to shield my burning cheeks and reach out to draw Gloria the cow a little closer to me. “Oh, yeah,” I say. “Couldn’t sleep.”

  “Bad dreams?” he asks.

  “Something like that.”

  “Listen,” he begins, “I need to take a drive. There’s some farm equipment up in Jefferson City I want to take a look at.”

  I stand up from the stool. “And I’m going with you?” I ask.

  He shakes his head. “No, I need you to stay here and focus on your chores.”

  “You’re leaving me alone?” I ask, perhaps a bit too excitedly.

  “I’ll be back by dinner. Just don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

  I nod. “Okay.”

  “I mean it…” He points a finger. “Don’t let me regret this.”

  I hold up my hands in surrender. “I won’t,” I chuckle.

  “See you tonight.” Charlie turns around and walks out of the barn towards his truck.

  I listen closely, suspecting a trick, until I hear the engine purr with life and the tires roll across the gravel road. My gaze drifts up towards the house, focusing on Tobias’ window. I want to go check on him again, but I did that before I came out here less than an hour ago.

  I turn back to the cow, deciding to focus on the task in front of me instead.

  By the time noon rolls around, I’ve finished with my chores. Before exiting the horse stables, I pause by Leo’s pin and reach out to stroke his neck. To my surprise, he doesn’t budge and lets me touch him again.

  “You’re not so bad, are you?” I laugh. He kicks his feet up and I take a step back. “Okay, okay,” I chuckle, feeling a little better about the situation. But fear still lingers at the edge of my mind.

  Instinct drives me back inside the house, pulling me straight towards Tobias’ room. My throat clenches shut, just as it always does as I reach out to grip the doorknob. I turn it slowly and push the door open.

  Panic strikes me quick when I see his bed is empty. I force the door open the rest of the way, quickly scanning the room for him, but he’s nowhere in sight.

  “Tobias?” I cry out, letting my voice carry throughout the house.

  There’s no answer. I rush down the creaky stairs and step outside onto the front porch. I inhale deep, ready to shout his name again, when I notice the barn door sitting wide open.

  “Tobias?” I ask again as I step inside. I hear the rhythmic thumping of fist against rubber near the back wall and rush towards the sound. He’s here, shirtless and sweaty, standing in front of the punching bag, firing quick jabs at it over and over again.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I ask him.

  Tobias lowers his fists briefly and pauses to take a breath. “Training,” he says, keeping his eyes forward.

  “Why are you training? You should be resting.” My eyes fall to his glistening body, but I force myself to look away.

  “I’ve been resting for two days, Claire,” he points out before jabbing the bag again.

  “That’s not enough.”

  He finally drops his fists and turns to look at me. I bite my inner cheek, forcing myself not to look him up and down again. “Don’t you have chores to do?”

  “I already finished.”

  “We shouldn’t be seen like this,” he says, looking over my shoulder towards the house.

  “Charlie’s gone.”

  “Where’d he go?”

  “Jefferson City.”

  Tobias turns back to the punching bag and chuckles. “Let me guess, farm equipment?”

  “Yeah.”

  He raises his fists, t
his time switching sides to lead with his left. “Dad’s got a thing for antiques.” He throws another punch at the bag.

  I watch him pivot back and forth. The bruises, which were a deep red just days ago, have healed somewhat, but not enough to make me feel better about him being out of bed. “How’s it feel?” I ask.

  “It’s manageable.” He puts on a tough front, but I can tell he’s holding back on his punches. His movements are sloppy and slow and he’s favoring his left side.

  “Liar,” I say.

  He throws a last punch and turns around to look at me. “You should go find something to keep you busy.”

  “And what are you going to do?”

  “I have an errand to run,” he says.

  “Tobias, you can’t go anywhere like this—”

  “Claire.” He clenches his jaw. “I’ll be all right.”

  I look down his body again, still as worried as ever. Tobias has his mind set on this. I have to trust that he knows what he’s doing, or else I’m sure I’ll go insane. “Okay,” I whisper.

  He looks back at me. “Hey,” he says, taking a quick step forward. “Like I said, I’ve had worse.”

  I nod. “I trust you.”

  His lips curl and he reaches out to drop a hand on my shoulder. “Thanks for checking in on me,” he says. “You didn’t have to do that.”

  I shift slightly. “Someone had to…”

  “Did Dad ask any questions?”

  “No, you usually sleep all day anyway. I don’t think he noticed.”

  “Good.”

  I follow him back to the house, keeping a close eye on him as he climbs the stairs to the porch. He goes into the kitchen for a glass of water and I linger back in the doorway.

  My eyes fall to the kitchen table and I chew on my lip. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

  Tobias looks over at me. “Like what?”

  “Who’s Mary?”

  He pauses and sets the empty glass down in the sink. “Why do you ask?”