Page 104 of Diary of a Biker Queen

Violet came with me when I stormed the police station, demanding answers, which was probably quite the comical sight, two heavily pregnant women marching in there like they were on a mission.

But after hours of waiting, after promises of being able to talk with the lead detectives on both cases, we’d been told to go home, and no one could help us as we weren’t immediate family of the accused or the dead.

The Slayers’ long-term lawyer and friend, Liam, tried and was met with nothing but a blanket statement of “He broke his parole terms, we’re within our rights to hold him.” They wouldn’t specify exactly what they thought he’d done, but when Liam asked me if it was true, I couldn’t exactly argue. The fact Lynx was associated with known criminal figures like the Guerras and the Slayers was probably enough to break the terms of his parole.

I spent my days sitting silently, side by side with Isabella, who didn’t cry, just stared numbly into space. I promised her over and over again it wasn’t her brother in that car, that it couldn’t be, but even she gave me the same pitying look everyone else did and reminded me her father was a Mafia don who’d waged war on his son.

So of course that had caught up with him.

I heard someone whisper that maybe we should just be grateful his death was quick. He wouldn’t have known it was coming, and it was a much better death than being taken by his father and tortured or abused.

But I refused to listen. Refused to believe any of it.

So I kept calling the police station. Kept showing up there. Even though the result was always the same.

It was Violet who eventually knocked on my door at the clubhouse and asked if she could come inside.

I moved over on the bed, making room for her.

I didn’t miss her men hovering outside the door or the way X was uncharacteristically quiet.

I glanced over at her wearily. “What is it? I know something is wrong.”

Something more than just everything. Because nothing was right at the moment, not a single, solitary thing. Including that I was still breathing, while everyone around me disappeared, one by one.

Violet picked up my hand and squeezed it. “There’s something you need to see.”

I sat up, dragging a pillow I’d had beneath my belly to put behind my back against the headboard. “What?”

Violet passed me her phone, a video already loaded on the screen. “There was a press conference this morning. Carlos Guerra made a statement.” Her eyes watered. “I’m so sorry, Nyah.”

I hit the little play triangle on the screen with a trembling finger, and Carlos’s snake-eyed face moved on the screen. “First of all, I want to thank the press for respecting our privacy at this deeply unsettling and heartbreaking time. It is with the heaviest of hearts that I announce the death of my only son, Luca Antonio Guerra. As the press has been reporting, a body was found in his burned-out car last week, and medical reports have proven it was my son. He died in a horrific, horrible way, and our hearts are broken. The police have arrested a suspect, a man who worked as a bodyguard for our family and was well known to us. We trust the courts will prosecute this person to the full extent of the law, and justice for Luca is served.” Carlos was visibly shaken, and he clutched his prewritten statement so tightly the edges of the paper crumpled. “My son was murdered, and this man has to pay. Thank you all. A funeral service will be held in two days’ time at the Providence Catholic Church with refreshments to be served after for close family and friends.”

He walked away from the camera while reporters shouted questions. Enzo, Viktor, and Bruno, all followed, ushering him back to a waiting car before the video cut out.

My fingers loosened around the phone, and it dropped onto my lap. I stared at Violet miserably, and I didn’t need to say a word. She just put her arms around me and held me while I cried.

I could practically feel the sympathy rolling off X, Whip, and Reaper in the doorway, and they eventually closed the door and left me to drown in my grief with only Violet to hold me together.

She was the best friend I’d ever had. I’d grown up with very few female acquaintances besides my cousins. I’d been mostly surrounded by men and had never really trusted anyone before I’d come to Saint View and fallen into Violet’s world.

Now she was all I had left.

And though she was here, holding me together, she had her own life, where she was a mom and a partner, and the head of her family. I wasn’t a part of that.

For a little while, I’d thought I could have the same.

But I’d been so very wrong.

Dax was gone. Luca was gone. Lynx was gone.

And I had no one.

The women of this club were amazing. Day by day, one by one, they all turned up for me. Kara brought me homemade chocolate chip cookies she and Little Jax and Isabella had made. I couldn’t eat them, couldn’t eat anything much at all, my stomach couldn’t handle it, but the gesture was sweet.

Bliss brought me old baby clothes in neutral colors, all things her baby, Ridge, had grown out of. I had a small collection of them growing in the corner of my room, that I couldn’t bring myself to sort through, but I appreciated the thought.

Rebel sent me near constant TikToks and memes, her obsession with some MM hockey romance show completely out of control. The clips were hot, but I could only watch a few because the rest made me cry.