Page 9 of Diary of a Biker Queen

I forced out words that were hard to say. “She’s just a kid, War. They’ll punish her to punish me.”

“Yeah, I know. We’re well versed in how men like that work. Though I use the term ‘men’ loosely. Fucking spineless pricks.”

“I’ll owe you,” I added on, not sure what else to say. “I can pay. Or owe a favor. I don’t fucking care. I just need someone to get her and keep her safe until I can get her out of Saint View.”

War’s voice came back steady. “You don’t owe me for this. I’ll get guys on their way. Just get me an address of wherever she’ll be. I’ll have her by the time you get off the plane.”

Relief poured in so fast it shook my knees. Words I wasn’t used to saying tumbled out. “Thank you.”

“This is a colossal mess, you know that right, Guerra?”

I knew. Fucking hell did I know.

I’d call Mrs. Wilson until she answered. Tell her to go to one of her kid’s places to hide until it was safe. Then I’d call the school and tell them to send Isabella home with her best friend, Elsie. War could pick her up from there.

I passed the phone back to Lynx, and he put it on speaker so we could all hear War’s questions.

“Guerra, you got a safe house or something?” The Slayers’ prez asked. “What’s your plan here? I can keep her here until you get back, but beyond that…”

I didn’t know. I didn’t have a single fucking clue. Wherever I went, he’d find me. And if he killed me, my sister would be on her own again. Just like she had been when I’d let my father marry her off in the first place.

Lynx looked at me and saw it written all over my face. He was the one who answered War in a strong, clear voice, not a hint of hesitation. “Take her back to the clubhouse. When we get back to the States, I’m bringing my people home.”

Anger swarmed inside me once more. Because Lynx calling me one of his people was rich. “Not your fucking person.”

He might have been helping me now, but that was only because he and Nyah were the ones who’d caused this whole fucking mess in the first place.

As soon as I got back to Saint View, I was getting my sister and getting the hell out of there. Coming back had been a mistake.

Catching feelings for Nyah and Lynx had been a bigger one.

4

NYAH

Dear Diary,

Next time I make a plan, someone stop me.

Iwas more tired than I’d ever been in my life by the time we finally boarded the plane. But unlike the trip to Scotland, the trip home was not on a private jet with enough space to fuck in. It was on a commercial flight, full of annoyed travelers and cranky kids.

Before we’d even taken off, Luca had asked the air hostess if there were any other seats available, and she’d given him a sympathetic smile and told him no. The flight was sold out.

He gave her a tight nod and pulled on a pair of cheap airline headphones, then closed his eyes.

I sat back between Lynx and Dax and tried to hide my sigh. “He hates us,” I said quietly to Lynx.

“Probably. It’s not exactly unwarranted either, is it?” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “What the fuck were we thinking?”

I wasn’t sure we’d truly been thinking at all. We’d just been reacting. The entire thing had played out exactly as Lynx and I had planned. Carlos Guerra thought this baby was his blood. Which I’d thought was the only way to guarantee its safety.

Only we’d hurt Luca in the process.

That wasn’t supposed to have been a problem. He was Carlos Guerra’s son. The spoiled, rich Mafia prince who was cold as ice and who ran drugs, trafficked women, and murdered his father’s enemies.

He wasn’t supposed to have feelings.

He wasn’t supposed to have touched me with fingers that made my body come alive. He wasn’t supposed to have kissed me in a way that curled my toes and made my blood pulse.