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Inside, as Vice caught up to me, I found Dagger still on the floor, now sitting, leaning against the wall, under more words written by Elle. I demanded, “Get up.”
Exhausted, he asked, “Time for ground?”
Life-changing moments… “Time to be my VP. Church. Now.” Then left.
Passing Vice in the doorway, he quietly asked me, “What’s going on?”
I stopped. “Did I say it was time for questions?”
Both his hands lifted into the air, begging for peace. “No, sir.”
Vice followed me into Church.
My officers stopped talking when I entered, and then flat-out gawked when I took Pops’ chair at the head of the table.
As the man who had been so good to me entered the room, I took on a new role in his life. “Dagger, sit.” I directed him to my old seat.
“Lynx—”
I popped to my feet in record speed, then roared in his face, “Do you have my fucking back?”
With a shocked red eye and a shaky exhale, he replied, “Yes. Always, son.”
Annoyed, my chin veered away from him because I wasn’t in the mood for sentiment. I had a job to do, a sister to rescue, and a woman to—Well, I wasn’t sure what the hell I was going to do with that precious being. None of it would matter if I couldn’t get her back, alive.
I would get her back, though. Even if dead.
Resting the knuckles of my fists on the table, I let my head hang so I could calm myself. “Dagger, one more time. Sit.”
He did. Wasn’t pleased but followed my direct order.
I understood his hesitation. He had several reasons, but the biggest one was how I was skipping procedures. I wasn’t asking for votes or opinions. I was counting on the fact that I was the next in line to be in charge, and the son of the founder of this club.
Still fighting for my rage not to burn the men watching me, those who had yet to take their fucking seats, I slowly lifted my head. “Do any of you have a problem with me takin’ the throne?” When they just stared, I added, “My father is outside, calling for my dead mother to bring home a little girl who is now a teenager. One who has been kidnapped, and is right now experiencing violence that would bring a grown man to his knees. You either get on board or walk your asses out of this room. Either way, this train is leaving the motherfucking station.”
I stood there, glaring, daring any brother to challenge me.
Maybe they saw that I was on edge and was, unapologetically, going to destroy anything in my path. Maybe they were simply amazed they had been right all along to make me their VP. Either way, one by one, they all sat, stares focused and willing to follow my lead.
Their loyalty was admirable and what I needed. My rage simmered to a blazing fire instead of an erupting volcano. I took Pops’ seat and said, “Dagger, get your brother on the phone.”
He quickly dialed from the office landline.
A quivering voice answered, “Legend, brother—”
I interrupted, “Diesel, it’s Lynx. You’re on speaker.”
He was out of breath. “Lynx, they got my boy. They fucking got my boy. I just got him back!”
My skin burned with revenge and guilt. Lorenzo was in our lives because I stole Elle.
Trying not to visibly shake, I said, “Since time is a commodity we don’t have, I won’t waste it by saying how sorry I am. Let’s just get them back.”
Diesel asked, “Where’s your pops, kid.”
I leaned on my elbows that rested on the table and gave it to him straight. “Bad enough that I’m at the head of the table. Your brother to my left. Understood?”
There was a pause… then, “Jesus H. Christ. Yeah, understood.”
