Page 32 of Diary of a Biker Queen

My part in all of that wouldn’t go unpunished or unnoticed. They’d come for me too.

But the biggest shark of all would be my father. He’d have my head for this. There was no doubt in my mind.

And yet I also knew I couldn’t run. If something happened to me while we were out there, just me and Isabella, then she’d be alone.

I needed to stay. For her if for no one else.

War had changed over the years. I could see that. He had family at the heart of everything he did, and he and his men had protected my sister when they had no loyalty to me, or to her, or any reason to do so. They’d done it only because they were good people.

That was the sort of family I wanted for Isabella. Once I was buried six feet under, these were the sort of people who could keep her safe and give her what she needed. She could have a life here. Friends. She could be like Little Jax, who lived here with Hawk. Unlike the small town we’d been hiding in for the last year, lying about who we really were and always looking over our shoulders, here she could be her true self. She could be Isabella Guerra, and these people would accept her, knowing every deep, dark, dirty secret we kept. I’d been here a mere matter of hours and yet I could feel that. See it just from watching Isabella with Jax and the careful way the club members all watched out for them without any of the leering my father’s friends were so fond of.

Nobody here wanted to take a sixteen-year-old child to bed.

Which was more than I could say for the company my father kept.

“We’re not leaving,” I said to Dax. “We aren’t going anywhere. Except to the rink.”

“I’m coming too,” Nyah said.

Me, Lynx, and Dax all looked at her.

I cracked my fingers one by one, trying to keep my words calm. “No, you’re absolutely not.”

“Agreed,” Dax said, a deep frown settling between his eyebrows.

Lynx shook his head. “I don’t need a babysitter. I’m fine.”

Nyah glared back at him. “One, you do need a babysitter. We can all see you’re walking around on eggshells.” She turned to Dax. “Two, I’m going to pretend you didn’t just try to make a decision on where I go and what I do—”

“The baby—”

“Is just fine. And is in my body.”

Dax still didn’t seem happy, but he pressed his lips together.

She turned my way. “And three, you—”

I stepped toward her, just like I had that morning in the bathroom. “You what, princess? What do you want from me?”

Her mouth opened and closed, and a red blush covered her cheeks. The words clearly died on her tongue with me standing this close, and I smugly tucked that realization away for future reference.

Being able to get under Nyah’s skin, to get her flustered and hot felt like a superpower.

She shoved both hands against my chest. “I want you to get out of my personal space.”

I chuckled as I took a few steps back, knowing full well I could get out of her space or Lynx and Dax would make me.

But I winked at her anyway. “Those of us going to the rink, we leave in five. If the princess wants to come, whatever.”

Nyah scowled at me, but she could scowl all she wanted. I’d remind her of it next time I had her naked.

Because there would be a next time. She could pretend she was playing happy family with Dax.

But we both felt the attraction between us. And as long as we lived beneath the same roof, which it seemed like we would be for the foreseeable future, since neither of us had anywhere else to go where our fathers couldn’t reach us, it was eventually going to bubble over.

I leaned in and whispered in her ear as I passed, “Quit scowling at me, princess. Or I’ll give your mouth something better to do.”

Lynx borrowed the club’s van, and I had the unfortunate pleasure of sitting beside him in the front seats while Dax and Nyah made out in the back.