Page 103 of Diary of a Biker Queen

Lynx exhaled slowly through his nose. “I remember that, yes.”

“And there was another body here recently, with the same marks? Right?”

Lynx shook his head at the reminder of Virginia’s murder. “I don’t—”

“The answer you’re searching for is yes, Mr. Cross.” Rivera glanced back over at the charred remains of the body inside the car. “How much money should we bet the victim inside that car also has the same claw marks carved into his back?”

“What?” Lynx shouted. “What the fuck are you saying? That Luca was murdered before he was put in that car and set on fire?”

I knew that look on his face. It was the same one he’d had that night in Scotland, right before he’d completely lost it.

He couldn’t do that here, in front of an army full of police officers.

I put my hand on his arm. “Lynx,” I said softly but firmly. I dug my fingernails into his skin, trying to ground him.

Rivera’s head whipped toward me. “What did you call him?”

I froze, realizing what I’d done. “Nothing.”

“She called him Lynx,” his partner confirmed.

Both men stared at Lynx, but it was the older one who spoke. “Is it just a coincidence your people call you Lynx then? And the marks on these victims all resemble a big cat’s claws?”

He shook his head and shoved his notepad into the back pocket of his pants. When his hands returned, they were with a metal pair of handcuffs. “Torrin Cross, you’re under arrest.”

“What?” I shouted. “He hasn’t done anything!”

Lynx allowed himself to be roughly turned around so the cops could slap the cuffs on his wrists.

He twisted back over his shoulder with wide eyes. “I didn’t do this!”

The older cop huffed, “That’s what they all say.”

I tried to grab the officer’s arm. “No wait, please. There’s been a mistake. You don’t understand.”

The younger officer pushed me back so hard I stumbled, barely able to catch myself.

He glared at me harshly. “Do not touch an officer again or you’ll be arrested for interfering with the course of justice.”

I gaped at him. “But he didn’t do this!”

“Then he’ll be found innocent by a jury of his peers,” Rivera practically spat back at me. “But I wouldn’t count on it. We’ve been waiting for enough to arrest him on. We’ve suspected him for months.”

“No!” I threw myself at Lynx again, fighting to get to him, but he turned to Hawk with an expression I couldn’t decipher.

But clearly Hawk could.

He came over and gripped my arms, holding me tight as the officers hauled Lynx away. Leaving only police tape where he’d once stood at my side.

31

NYAH

Dear Diary,

He is the Guerra heir. No matter what I say or do next.

Icalled the police station in Providence every day for a week, and each and every time, they told me they had no information they could give me on either the case of the body found in Luca’s burned-out car or on Lynx’s arrest.