Page 24 of Diary of a Biker Queen

Her smile fell a little at that, and I wondered where and how she’d grown up if living with a bunch of men, who all had the ability to take a life, was a less frightening option than where she’d come from.

She dropped down into some warm-up body-weight squats and eyed me. “Want to work out with me? Since your attempts at meditation don’t seem to be going too well.”

I remembered a conversation we’d had before, where she’d offered sex. “Work out as in actually work out or as in go fuck?”

She laughed. “Nah, I heard you last time. I think your heart lies with the cute brunette you arrived here with last night, am I right?”

“Which one?” I asked before I really thought about it.

She paused her squats and widened her eyes. “Which one? I meant Nyah, but do you mean…” Her eyes got even wider again. “Are you and Luca Guerra a thing?”

I breathed out a slow breath. “I have no idea. I don’t know what I am to Nyah or to Luca.”

She cocked her head to one side, studying me. “What do you want to be?”

So much. So fucking much. And then I’d gone and sliced a man into Swiss cheese in front of them. Though neither was any stranger to violence, I doubted they were also familiar with men who’d once been a serial killer.

Once been. Huh. Probably couldn’t say that any more since my most recent kill had been in the last twenty-four hours. If the way my fingers shook every time I stopped moving was anything to go by, I would probably be adding to that body count.

Fucking hell. I needed help. I should probably save all these people the trouble of being burdened by me and just turn myself in to the cops.

Except the thought of being locked up in a cage again made me sick to my stomach.

“I know I don’t want to be their friend,” I told Amber honestly, because who the hell else did I have to tell? Reaper didn’t want to talk to me about my stupid crushes on people who were clearly more into each other than me.

She patted me on the shoulder. “Have you told either of them that? Have you even given them the hint you might like them as more than a friend?”

I lifted one shoulder. “I watched them fuck on a plane.”

She did a double take that I almost laughed at because her eyes were owl sized by this point.

She got herself under control with a small shake of her head. “Wow. Didn’t think little Nyah had that in her.” She side-eyed me. “They did know you were watching, right? This wasn’t some sort of Peeping Tom situation, where you were hiding behind the seats while tugging on your own dick?”

I made a face at her. “Ew. No. Everyone was well aware. And my dick was in my pants, thanks very much.”

She sniggered. “But you’re still worried you’re in the friend zone?”

“At least with her. Luca, not so much. But Nyah for sure.” I grinned at her, the conversation actually helping my head a lot more than the exercise had. “Got any advice for me?”

She thought about it for a second, and then a sly expression crossed her features. “Are you on social media?”

“Not really.”

“Do you have a phone though?”

“Yeah, of course.” I pulled it out of my pocket, where I’d stuck it before we’d gone for a run.

She motioned for me to hand it over, and I did because there was nothing on there of interest to anyone. I didn’t even have a lock on it. She opened it and then as she was tapping her painted nails across the screen, she waved her free hand at me distractedly.

“Plank.”

I blinked. “Sorry, what?”

“Plank,” she repeated, but this time she looked up. “You know, high push-up position, core exercise. I’m sure you’ve done one or two in your time.”

I must have still been staring at her blankly because she added, “Missionary style? Pretend there’s a woman beneath you.” She grinned. “Or Luca Guerra.”

I shook my head. “No, I know what a plank is. I’m just confused as to why you suddenly want me to do one.”