Page 85 of Diary of a Biker Queen

My heart sank. “Oh. Okay. Did that back piece take longer than you thought? It’s okay, just come over whenever you’re done.”

“No, Nyah. I need you to listen to me. I can’t do this. Any of it.”

I frowned, the space between my eyebrows crinkling. “Any of what? I don’t understand what you mean.”

“You and me. This relationship. I don’t want it.”

I let out a little laugh, because apparently that’s what my body did when the man I loved and whose baby I was carrying made a super not-funny joke. “Ha-ha. Very funny.”

He sighed heavily. “Nyah, I’m serious. I’m leaving. I’m at the airport. I’m going back to Scotland and fighting for MacGregor.”

My entire body locked up. “What?”

Lynx sat up and reached for me, but I edged away, out of his grasp.

I pressed the phone tighter against my ear, like maybe I hadn’t heard Dax properly the first time. Like it might help him say something entirely different than the words that had just come out of his mouth.

“I’m really sorry. But I just can’t be in Saint View right now. I thought I could, but I can’t.”

I shook my head, even though I knew he wouldn’t see it. “No. Dax, this isn’t funny. If you’re trying to get back at me for the way I left you…”

Except I knew in my heart he wouldn’t. That he wasn’t the sort of man to play games like that. To try to hurt me because of the way I’d hurt him.

That just wasn’t Dax at all.

Which left me stone-cold. Because the only other option was he was telling me the truth. He was leaving again.

And from the sounds of his voice, he wasn’t coming back.

“Dax…” His name was barely a whisper on my lips. “What are you doing?”

“Let me go, Nyah. Please.” Something hitched in his voice, and then he added in a rush. “I fucking love you.”

I opened my mouth to beg him not to leave then, but no sound came out. And I was left with a dead phone line, staring at it dumbly because none of this made any sense.

“What the fuck was that?”

I jumped at Luca’s voice. I hadn’t even realized he’d finished his shower and had heard my end of the conversation. I just stared down at the phone. “I don’t know. Dax said he’s going back to Scotland to fight for MacGregor. I think he’s done with me.”

Luca snorted. “Yeah, okay. Dax would rather cut of his own nutsack than be done with you.”

Until a few seconds ago, I would have believed that.

Yet I’d just heard the words from his own lips. And I didn’t know how to argue with a man who’d laid it out so clearly.

Lynx pulled me onto his lap, and this time, I let him.

Luca’s dark-eyed gaze flickered over my face, and something in his expression changed. Hardened. He swore under his breath and then strode across the room in nothing but a towel wrapped tightly around his narrow hips. He picked up his phone and stabbed at the screen a few times.

“I don’t think he’s going to answer,” I said softly. “He seemed pretty adamant.”

“I’m not calling him,” Luca said through gritted teeth. “I’m calling MacGregor.”

Lynx stroked his hand down my back reassuringly, but his words were for Luca. “Put it on speaker.”

Luca dropped the phone away from his ear, and then the dial tone sounded through the small room.

MacGregor’s Scottish accent curled down the line almost instantly. “Do my eyes deceive me? Could it really be the Luca Guerra calling little ole me?”