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In surprise, his mouth parted… then he tapped his chest.
So full of joy, I goaded, “Mimosas and beer, something I claimed didn’t mix well, VP, when you first tried to ‘claim’ me.”
“Tried?” he mocked as I walked away. “You’ve been mine since you first got a peek of all this—”
“Ma’am,” Vice asked the cashier, “you got a bucket? I need to puke.”
“Enforcer, I’ve got the answer for your troubles,” announced a cheery President, gesturing to the limited country menu hanging above his head.
Down a small hallway, I still heard the father/son duo and Vice laughing. As I stepped into the one-person women’s bathroom, and the door swung shut behind me, I jerked to a stop.
A cell phone, just like the one I used to have, lay on the sink counter.
As fast as I could, I turned to escape, but it was already too late. I didn’t have a chance to scream or run before being apprehended from behind.
Forcefully held in place, I stared at the mirror in front of me.
From over my shoulder, a familiar face stared back. It was Lorenzo’s most trusted bodyguard, Jacopo. The one I hated the most.
He was in a baseball cap, casual local clothing, and his dark, beady eyes were glaring at my reflection. “Pick up the phone,” he whispered with a hurricane of anger and hatred.
Barely starting to shake my head no, his right arm held me tightly as his left hand jammed between us, into my fresh wound. Pain shattered my sight. I went blind for a second before his hand lowered to jam into an old scar over my left hip. “Bikers missed one.” His breath was foul and hot against the side of my paling face. “Pick up the fucking phone.”
It was vibrating on the counter. I knew who was calling.
Pulling the phone to my ear, my stomach threatened to retch as soon as I heard his voice. “I. Will. Kill. Him.”
Gagging. I was retching because I was so terrified for Lynx’s life to come to an end.
The trap was set, and Lynx’s safety was the bait.
“Do. You. Understand?” growled Lorenzo.
Having nothing in my stomach was the only reason my gags were empty threats to Jacopo’s shoes. I kept convulsing through them, muffled by Jacopo’s musty palm. He must have been on the road, tracking me the whole time.
Lorenzo seemed pleased with my intense reaction. “Good. Go with Jacopo, now.”
Should I have fought back?
Such a complicated answer.
I was faced with two paths, both filled with horror. But on one of the horrific paths, the terror would only be mine. So, after long brutal seconds in the bathroom, I willingly left with an enemy of the Steel Stallions.
Like I said, complicated answer.
I couldn’t imagine the most beautiful smile being snuffed from this Earth because of me. I couldn’t fathom being responsible for Legend having to bury his son. And I refused to cripple the club that had tried so hard to save me from the Devil I would never outrun.
As I was ushered down the short hallway, I listened to three beautiful souls freely laughing while still at the food bar.
“Four, Vice? You need four fucking sandwiches?” complained Legend.
“You’re right,” agreed the sweetest big man ever. “Better make it five.”
The back door brass bell dinged with our exit as I prayed Lynx would find another woman who was far more worthy of his love.
Chapter twenty-three
Holding Sacrifices
