Page 31 of Diary of a Biker Queen

“So say something.”

He shook his head slowly. “No. She wants this. Look at her.”

I couldn’t deny that what Nyah wanted was clear in her body language. She wasn’t scared of Lynx, even though she fucking should be. But if I applied logic to that situation, she should probably be scared of every man here.

Except perfect, boring Dax. Who probably scooped up spiders and set them free in his garden rather than squishing them beneath his shoe. The man could fight, but anyone could tell he didn’t actually get off on the violence like some of us around here did.

I suspected now that Nyah was back in his bed, he’d have no reason to fight at all and would go back to his perfect, dull life, and they would raise perfect, dull children.

I hated the idea with every cell of my body. I’d be left here in the darkness, fighting a war with my father for a kingdom I wanted nothing to do with, and yet couldn’t walk away from.

It was why I’d picked a fight with Dax in the Murder Squad meeting. Because all I could see was a future where the two of them rode off into the sunset together.

I was so fucking jealous.

Especially because Nyah was all I could think about. What I’d done with her in the bathroom that morning had repeated over in my head, a constant loop of her submitting to me, and me promising to make her watch me over and over again, reminding her of what she couldn’t have.

And her agreeing to it.

She’d literally agreed to watch me fuck other women, and I’d called her a good girl like it was a punishment.

One she’d willingly taken. My dick got hard just thinking about it.

I didn’t want other women.

Just her.

Fuck my stupid feelings.

My phone buzzed in my hand, and I looked down at it. A text from French, one of the new guys on my hockey team, asking if training was still on this morning because they were all there, but Lynx and I hadn’t shown up.

I started to reply that Lynx and I no longer had anything to do with the team, so they could do what they wanted. It was my father’s team, not mine.

But then Lynx’s annoying voice rang in my head, reminding me these guys had done nothing wrong, and they were all just hoping for a shot at making something more for themselves and their families.

Annoying as that sentiment was, maybe it was worth fighting for.

I sighed and stood. “All right, stop fucking bickering. Lynx, we have training. The guys are all waiting for us.”

Lynx did a double take. “We’re keeping the team? Your father…”

“Fuck my father. He gave me that team; if he wants it back, he can come claim it from me.”

Dax eyed me. “Does this mean you aren’t leaving town with Isabella?”

I’d already made that decision during the night. I couldn’t run again. There was nowhere to run to that my father couldn’t trace us back to. He’d already proven that once.

All that was left was to stay and fight. Not for his turf. Or even his business, apart from maybe the stupid Saint View Vipers hockey team because, apparently, somewhere along the way I’d grown to care about what happened to them. But even them, I would give up if he wanted me to.

All I wanted to fight for was freedom. For me and my sister.

It should have been as simple as walking away.

And yet it wasn’t because of who my father was. I’d embarrassed him. He’d lost face with MacGregor, and that news would spread. When he didn’t marry Nyah, whispers would start. And then the news she was pregnant with my baby would be whispered from mouth to ear until every Mafia connection my father had knew I’d betrayed him. Knew that Carlos Guerra couldn’t even handle his own children.

I’d made him appear weak, and weakness brought out the sharks. I could practically feel them circling. They’d be wanting to pick my father off, to take what he’d built.

And to put him in the ground in the process.