Page 29 of Diary of a Biker Queen

Luca rolled his eyes. “Sorry, I forgot you were boring.”

Nyah glared at him. “He’s not boring.”

Luca ignored her and continued needling Dax. “Are you so boring you need her to stand up for you too?”

Dax seemed flabbergasted by Luca suddenly attacking him, and frankly, I was too. I kicked the toe of his shoe. “Why are you being an asshole all of a sudden? What did Dax do to you?” I could understand Luca being pissed with me and Nyah, but Dax hadn’t done shit.

Luca’s jaw clenched, and he shot a pissed-off glare in my direction. “Nothing. I’m tired. Whatever. Some of us were kept up all night by others.”

X glanced at him curiously. “Who kept you up all night? Oooh, were you fucking someone? Let’s all guess who!”

Ace raised a hand. “Ten on Amber.”

X pointed at him. “A solid bet, considering she’s the only single one up there. But I’m putting a hundred on Gunner.”

Luca squinted at him. “Gunner? That old biker dude with the grandkids?”

“Hey! Don’t be ageist. Gunner is a sexy man! And he’s only about the same age as Whip. They are not old.” X held his hand out to Whip for a fist bump.

Whip didn’t bump him back. “Gunner is at least seventy-two.”

X tilted his head in confusion. “Like I said, same age as you.”

Whip looked like he needed someone to save him from X’s ADHD. “I’m not even fifty, X. You know that.”

X grinned. “I know, but it’s so fun to tease you. I’m still putting my money on Gunner and Luca making sweet, sweet love all night long though.” He squinted to study Luca. “You definitely seem like you could have daddy issues.”

He probably wasn’t far off the mark. Luca had daddy issues coming out of his fucking ears. And even though I well knew who’d been having sex all night long, because I’d been kept up by it too, a hot flash of jealousy settled over me at the idea of Luca getting naked without me.

I’d watched him fuck Nyah without so much as a hint of jealousy, and yet the absurd idea he might have spent the night in the bed of another man had my toes clenching in my boots with pissed-off irritation.

Fuck my messed-up brain. I hated when I was like this. I felt everything too fucking deeply, and there was no escaping any of it.

“I wasn’t taking my daddy issues out on Gunner’s cock,” Luca assured X.

X’s face fell. “No? Shame for Gunner. Who then?”

Luca pressed his lips together.

Good of him to not lump Nyah and Dax in it.

“Can we get back to talking about me?” I asked.

It was the last thing I wanted to do, but Nyah shot me a grateful look.

Grayson nodded. “God, yes. Please.” He handed me a list of names and addresses. Some of them had lines crossed through them, but there was a lot remaining on the neatly typed sheet. “This is the list. Pre-approved targets that you can go after if you absolutely have to. They’re rapists or murderers or other people we’ve been watching who we know have or will reoffend. If you need to get your hands bloody, do it on one of them.”

I shook my head and pushed the paper back at him. “I don’t need this. It’s not going to be a problem. Until the other night, I’d been good for years.”

Reaper frowned at me and grabbed the paper out of Doc’s hand. He thrust it in my face. “Take the fucking paper. And call one of us if you need to use it. Nobody kills alone. It’s not safe.”

I laughed at the idea of needing to be safe when I was plunging a knife into someone’s chest.

Reaper gave me a look so stern he suddenly reminded me of my high school principal. “I’m serious, Lynx. Take the fucking paper. You might think you can just stop, but I saw you last time you were triggered. You took months to come out of it fully. You snapped that guy’s arm…”

I’d forgotten about that. It was barely there in my memory, a prison fight, one I’d started because the bloodlust inside me had been too strong to ignore. It was in the weeks after I’d lost it.

If I thought about it hard enough, there had been other incidents as well. Some I’d been punished for in solitary.