Page 28 of Diary of a Biker Queen

While I was behind these gates, I’d just have to be a biker queen.

10

LYNX

Dear Diary,

I don’t need a murder squad. I need to get over her.

Grayson eyed me from across the circle of people who’d gathered in the high-ceilinged workshop. The concrete floor was stained with oil, and we were surrounded by bikes and spare parts in various stages of repair. Tools sat on workbenches, but in the middle, a squad of murderers sat on rickety fold-up chairs.

Murderers, plus, Dax, Nyah, and Luca.

I cracked my neck uncomfortably, hating they were here and that they joined Grayson in staring at me like I was an insect under a microscope.

Everyone was focused on me. Scythe or Vincent, I still couldn’t always tell them apart. Reaper, his partner Whip, and the other guys in the Murder Squad—Trigger, Ace, and Torch. I’d met them all before, they came regularly for these meetings, but this was the first time I’d ever joined them. The only one who didn’t stare at me was X. Who had gotten distracted trying to convince Grayson to teach him how to make balloon animals because he was a dad now, and all dads should know how.

Grayson ignored him and clapped his hands together. “Okay. So this is a bit different to normal.”

Trigger sat back and eyed Nyah. “You have a strong urge to murder and maim, sweetheart?”

“Don’t call her that,” I said protectively, without even thinking about why.

Trig glanced over at me and raised an eyebrow.

I could feel Dax and Luca and Nyah all staring at me too, so I added, “She isn’t your sweetheart.”

Dax folded his arms across his chest, studying me intently, though there was no malice in it. “I wasn’t aware she was yours either.”

She wasn’t, and we both knew it.

But while I could handle Dax laying claim on her, that had always been his right, and maybe I could even handle Luca doing the same, the thought of Trig looking at her in any way, shape, or form had anger swirling in my gut.

Grayson tried again. “I asked Nyah and Dax and Luca to come down here today because they were there when Lynx… Well, we know what Lynx did.”

X made chopping motions with his hands. “He sliced! He diced! He carved that guy up like it was a Thanksgiving turkey.”

I winced. I hated that everyone fucking knew. I gave Reaper a dirty look he didn’t deserve because what the hell else was he supposed to have done? He had to tell the others. People had to know what I was capable of.

They had to know I was fucking dangerous and that they shouldn’t be around me.

Grayson threw a lollipop at X, like he hoped it might shut him up for a minute, though I wasn’t sure giving him sugar was really the best idea.

“Lynx,” Gray said quietly. “Reaper says you might have blacked out?”

That caught everyone’s attention. They all stared in my direction, waiting for me to say something.

I shrugged. “It’s not like I passed out. I just don’t have much recollection of what I was doing.” I didn’t know how to explain any of it. I scrubbed a hand over my face, forcing myself to be honest. “I see red, and then it’s like I’m not even in control of myself. I get lost in my head, and by the time I come out of it, it’s too late.”

“Blood everywhere!” X said excitedly. “Right?” he asked. “You come to and there’s just a blood bath around you? Ah. Sweet, sweet murder. How I miss you. Such a shame you can’t remember all the details. I’d really like to hear them all.” He peered over at Nyah. “Did you by any chance take photos?”

Luca squinted at him in the same way he did when X fumbled around the ice as our hockey team’s mascot. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a worry?”

“Regularly.”

Luca nodded. “Fair enough. Look, I don’t even know why I’m here. I think you’re all making a big deal over nothing. So he killed a guy. All of us here have.”

Dax turned to him. “I haven’t.”