Page 33 of Diary of a Biker Queen

I was fully aware the little show of affection Nyah started with him was for my benefit. Even Dax looked surprised but was easily won over by Nyah’s lips on his neck, her hand creeping up his thigh, only to stop an inch before things got indecent.

There was no denying the two of them were hot together. I’d never been turned on by heterosexual porn, but I was definitely turned on by anything that involved Nyah. I tried distracting myself by attempting to log in to my father’s security cameras so I could see what was going on at his house. Like he might have a whiteboard with “Plan to Take Down My Only Son” written across the top in red marker, and a play-by-play of his revenge path beneath it.

But alas, the old man was smarter than I gave him credit for, and I was denied access, leaving me nothing to do but listen to Nyah and Dax making out on the back seat. By the time we got to the rink, I was struggling, gripping the door handle so tightly my knuckles were white.

Lynx opened the door so fast I wasn’t even sure the van had fully stopped. It slammed behind him, and he stormed off toward the entrance. I followed, leaving Nyah and Dax to go at it in the back seat if they so desired. I didn’t need to see it anymore.

The team was already out on the ice, skating around, black pucks flying and sticks scattered about.

French’s relief filled his face. “Coach!”

But Lynx didn’t acknowledge him, other than with a single hand held up in a stop motion. He beelined for the changing rooms, and I followed.

French turned to me helplessly. “Boss?”

I didn’t know what the fuck I was supposed to say to them, Lynx was the one who knew stuff about hockey, not me. But he was having a moment, and somebody needed to get the team organized, clearly.

“Do the warm-up drills.”

“Already done them.”

I stared at him, racking my brain for what they did next, but I was drawing a complete blank because I really hadn’t fucking cared. Every other training session I’d been to, I’d been more interested in watching Lynx than paying attention to whatever they were actually doing on the ice. And this guy pissed me off. He was my father’s recruit, and just being around him was a reminder my father thought I was fucking useless.

“Then do them again!”

French looked baffled, and I couldn’t blame him, but he shrugged and turned to the other guys.

“Come on then. You heard him. Let’s go.”

Maybe I could learn to like the new guy my father had dropped on us.

I hurried after Lynx, only to find Nyah running after me.

I stopped at the door to the men’s locker room and tapped it. “Men only.”

She flipped me the bird. “Wherever Lynx goes, I go. He needs me.”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s a fully grown man. He needs an expensive bottle of scotch and a blow job. Little else.”

“Not all men are as basic as you, Luca.” She went to push past me.

I caught her wrist. “Don’t pretend like you don’t have the same base needs. If I’d wanted that blow job this morning you would have delivered it. Eagerly.”

She yanked her wrist out of my grasp and glared at me. “Lucky it’s not this morning then, isn’t it?”

I blocked her again and sighed. “Give him some space, okay? I know you’re taking your newfound role super seriously because you’re all hopped up on dopamine over thinking you’re the chosen one—”

Her mouth dropped open. “I’m not claiming to be something special.”

I raised an eyebrow. “No? You aren’t secretly a bit thrilled you were the one person who could cut through Lynx’s psycho spree the other night? You aren’t quietly feeling like you’re truly wanted and needed for maybe the first time in your life?”

Her mouth flapped like a fish for a second while she grappled with which insult to sling at me next. “I didn’t ask to be that person. I just was.”

“Did you ever stop to ask yourself why? Why it was you and not me or Dax or anyone else in that room?” I leaned down. “Spoiler. It’s not just because you have a sweet pussy that gets wet every time you’re near me.”

She went pink, but there was still plenty of sass and fire in her eyes and her tone when she asked, “Enlighten me then, oh great and wise one. Why was it me?”

“Because he’s in love with you.”