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As we rode away from the diner, the rain beating down on us, I couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. It had been a while since I had been in a fight like that, but the training never left me. The sound of bones breaking, the taste of blood in my mouth, the feeling of my fists connecting with flesh - it was all so familiar.
Catalina looked over at me, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay?" she asked, reaching out to touch my arm.
I nodded, still feeling the rush of the fight. "Yeah, I'm good," I said, my voice rough from the exertion.
We rode in silence for a while, the rain pounding against our helmets. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, though. Why had those guys come after us? Was it just a random attack, or was there something more going on?
Revving the engine, we sped away from that place as fast as we could, eager to put the night's events behind us.
5
SNARE
We walkedinto the lobby of Raven's Royal Inn. The dimly lit space was adorned with dark, gothic decor and the smell of incense wafted through the air. A young woman with lavender blue eyes and dark black hair that was braided down her back greeted us at the front desk. She wore a black skull and roses tank top, black torn jeans, and black platform boots. Tattoos of black roses encircled her arm, and she watched me intently as we walked in.
I couldn't help but notice how cute she was. In another time, I would have wanted to get to know her better, but my priority was the woman next to me. My life was in the hands of the one woman beside me, and I couldn't afford to be distracted.
"How can I help you?" she asked, her voice filled with suspicion.
"Kingpin recommended this place. Said it served as a safehouse," I replied, hoping to ease her doubts.
The woman's eyes narrowed, and her body tensed. "And you are?"
I leaned against the counter and smiled at her. "I'm the second part of Royal up on that sign."
"A Bastard? Ha. Listen, my dad hasn't authorized shit. So you'll have to do better than that."
I closed my eyes, trying to find patience within me. I didn't have much of it to spare.
“You’re Spectre’s daughter?” I asked, recalling Kingpin's intel.
She arched an eyebrow. “That’s none of your business.”
"Fine. Call him. Or call Kingpin. He’ll straighten this out," I suggested, hoping to resolve the issue quickly.
She took out her cellphone and eyed me suspiciously as she hit a quick dial. Beau's voice came through.
"Hey pumpkin, you doing' okay?" Beau asked, clearly surprised to hear from her..
"Hi, Uncle Beau, I need your help with something."
"Shoot, baby girl."
"I gotta…" she paused, staring at me, her right brow arched as she waited for my name.
"Snare," I said, trying not to growl at her.
She repeated my name, drawing it out through gritted teeth. "A Snare, claiming he knows you. Just need to know if he's good, or do I need to pull this trigger?"
My heart raced as I heard the sound of a gun being clicked from beneath the counter. Fists were one thing, but the presence of a firearm made me feel uneasy. Especially a woman with a gun, that was a whole other thing entirely. Trigger happy doesn't even begin to explain that.
"Whoa, take it easy pumpkin. I swear, your dad needs to teach you to trust a little."
"Hell no. Last time that happened, my mom got hurt."
A tense silence filled the air, and I took to understanding that Spectre's wife had gone through some shit. After the pause, Kingpin cleared the situation as best he knew how.
"He's good, pumpkin. But if he acts up, you have my blessing to pull that trigger," the young woman gave me a wicked smile and I shook my head at their exchange.
