Page 129 of Vexatious Queen

Hollywood walked over and helped Merlin stand.

“Don’t think you’re going to live that one down anytime soon,” Snake said, with an evil smirk.

“Look at my door,” Julian complained, and we all turned to look at him, like he had just appeared out of thin air. “Next time, when I say I don’t have space, believe me,” he growled at Snake.

“I’ll take care of the door, and I’ll throw in a bonus for the emotional damages,” Snake said, rolling his eyes.

“You’re going to pay,” Nash asked.

Snake shrugged. “Fair is fair. Your boy won, mine lost. Besides, we all wanted to do the same thing to him for letting Nora get away. Liam is right. Merlin’s a dumbass. We told him she was old lady material,” Snake said.

“Fuck you,” Merlin grumbled, and limped off to his motorcycle. A minute later, he was peeling out and disappeared down the street. Snake just shrugged.

“I can’t decide if pummeling the shit out of one another is the fastest way to solve an issue or if it is the dumbest,” Ren said, shaking her head and walking back to the bed she’d vacated.

“Probably, both,” I teased, and earned myself a raised eyebrow.

I headed over to Nash, who was talking to Snake.

“So, we’re still good,” Nash asked.

“Course we’re good. Sometimes shit only gets solved with a good old-fashioned fist to the face.” Snake shook Nash’s hand. “Besides, he was pissing me off. Your boy did me a favor.” His lip pulled up at the corner. “Raine is all bff with Nora. She was riding my ass about how Merlin treated her.” Snake ran a hand through his hair. “I’d rather take on my whole damn MC than my old lady. You’ll see what I mean one day.”

Nash and I looked at one another and then over at Ren. Oh, we already knew.

Deciding to check on Liam, I walked over to the sink where Theo was helping clean his face. Liam hissed as Theo used an antiseptic wipe to clean the cut on his forehead.

“Are ya okay?”

“Better now,” Liam said. “That was a long time coming.”

I nodded.

“Remind me not to piss ya off,” I said, walking back to Ren.

This wasn’t the Valentine’s Day I’d envisioned, but it was certainly the most exciting one I’d ever had.

“Liam alright?”

“Aye, a few scratches, nothin’ big.”

Ren’s eyes traveled the room. “Are they all going to be okay in here together,” Ren asked, meaning us and the bikers who stayed.

“Aye, the issue is sorted.” Ren’s phone vibrated. “Want me to grab that for ya?”

“Sure,” she said, through clenched teeth as Trixie worked at filling in the last of the tiny flowers. Grabbing her purse, I pulled her phone out and caught a glimpse of the message.

“Who is it,” Ren asked.

“I’m not sure.”

“I’m all done,” Trixie said, and Ren sat up as I handed her the phone.

I moved around behind her so that I could read the message over her shoulder.

“Oh no, not again,” Ren whispered.

I took the phone from her and reread the series of messages. It was from the same blocked caller as last time.