Page 2 of Diary of a Biker Queen

And yet, I saw the tremble in his fingers before he buried them beneath the table.

He knew full well what was playing out here was as good as a death sentence.

Lynx looked at me, but I no longer had any idea what I was supposed to do. I wasn’t sure if Luca was trying to save me or if he had the biggest death wish of any of us in this room.

Something flickered in Carlos’s eyes. He lowered the knife and turned to MacGregor. “This is clearly a family matter that needs to be dealt with in private. We’ll be leaving now.”

I was one-hundred-percent on board with that idea. I was under no illusions I would be suddenly worshipped as the mother of Carlos’s grandchild, but getting the hell out of this room would at least alleviate one threat.

The man beneath me, with his arms wrapped around me so tight it hurt.

At his father’s word, Luca nodded grimly and tried to leave the table. Dax, Lynx, and the rest of Carlos’s entourage all tried to do the same.

MacGregor’s short fingernails dug into my wrist, his voice bellowing out over the top of chairs being dragged over stone floors. “Do ye forget whose table it is you’re seated at? Sit down. All of ye.”

Neither Carlos nor Luca moved.

Tension crackled in the pure, still silence.

“Sit. Down,” MacGregor repeated like he was speaking to toddlers.

Luca was the first to lower himself back into his chair. He had no choice, MacGregor’s men surrounded him, guns drawn, no options given.

Luca was just smart enough to see it.

Carlos stared at his enemy with open hate in his expression. He was the last to sit, but eventually, he did.

MacGregor had all of us and he knew it. This was his table. His castle.

His game.

He pulled me closer on his lap, inhaling the scent of my hair. “Thank ye. Was that so hard? To act like gentlemen at the dinner table?” He shook his head but didn’t wait to continue. “Ye Americans have no manners. Now as I see it, three of us here have a claim on the lass. Carlos as her fiancé. Mini Carlos over there as her apparent baby daddy. And me, owed a financial debt from her da.”

“What’s your point?” Carlos asked impatiently. “What grand suggestion do you have to resolve this so the evening can be over? Because frankly, I’ve had more than enough of your hospitality for the night.”

So had I.

MacGregor shrugged. “Ye came here for a fight. Let’s have one.”

Luca raised an eyebrow, the picture of cool, calm arrogance that was nothing like the man who’d touched me with such warmth and care on the plane. “You’re going to get your fists bloody?”

MacGregor snorted on his amusement and stroked his fingers over my bare thigh. “Nae, lad. My days of bare-knuckle fighting are long behind me, and I suspect your da’s are too. That sort of behavior is for lads. Men don’t need to lower themselves to brawling.”

“No?” Luca asked. “You just like to watch then?”

MacGregor stared at him. “Don’t you?”

There was an undercurrent to the question that you would have had to be deaf not to pick up on. All I could think about was Lynx watching the way Luca had taken me on the plane trip here. Despite Luca’s claims of having me every which way for months, the only time we’d truly been together was earlier that day.

MacGregor hadn’t been lying when he’d said I smelled of sex.

I smelled of Luca.

But Lynx had watched it all. Every plunge of Luca’s body into mine. Every touch of his fingers against my skin and mine on his.

Lynx had liked it.

I had liked it.