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Gift?
Reading my mind, he said, “Yeah, you heard me. Gift.” He let his muscled arms hang at his sides as he stared at me. “I’ve been watching this young, pain-in-my-ass Stallion be chased since he hit puberty. But never, and I mean never, has he allowed himself to get caught.”
Still leaning against the wall off to Legend’s side, Dagger stared at Lynx and proudly smirked as if he had witnessed all those chases.
“I only have a short amount of time to figure out what my son sees in you and if you’re worth the repercussions him stealing another man’s woman will cause.”
My nostrils flared. “I belong to no one but myself.” Or, at least, that is what I convinced myself when preparing for my suicide.
A cruel burst of a fake laugh escaped Legend. “If that were the case, you would never have had pills in your pocket.”
I growled, “That was private information.”
Another disturbing chuckle escaped him. “Welcome to the club. There’s not much we don’t know about each other. It’s safer that way.” Legend didn’t eye me up and down to inspect my body like I was accustomed. “So, what is it about you that has brought dark Lynx to life?”
My head jerked back with that comment because it was I who felt VP had brought back to life.
Still not ogling me, Legend added, “No lie. You’re a drop-dead kind of gorgeous, I get that. But you ain’t the first super-model-type to try and tie down my boy.”
A little taken aback by his bluntness—and supermodel comment—I sternly told him, “I’m not trying to tie him to anything, for your information.” Then annoyed, once the accusation had set in further, I told him, “In fact, I tried to get rid of him. It’s not my fault you bikers think kidnapping isn’t illegal.”
“Kidnapped?” Dagger dared from behind, yet another smirk appeared that oozed a sex appeal I was sure attracted most women that laid eyes on him.
I lectured, “Yes, kidnapped. You tossed my cell out the window and took me from—” I stopped because Devil’s Cave was a jail for me. Hardly an adequate point to my dying argument.
Dagger challenged, “From where you didn’t want to be?”
I sneered, “I don’t like you very much.”
He waved me off. “Eh, you’ll learn to love you some Daddy Dagger. As soon as you learn to love the truth.”
My mouth opened… and shut. What the fuck could I say to that?
Dagger clapped his hands together and rubbed palm to palm. “I love fast learners!” He slightly hunched over and spread his feet as if a quarterback getting ready to yell, hike! “So, if Prez here,” his rubbing palms now collectively pointed to Legend, “said he had made a ‘mistake’,” he actually did quotations with his fingers, as if I wasn’t smart enough to follow his insinuation, “and that you were free to go, would ya?”
Not that I truly believed I was being held captive, since I was well aware of what being a prisoner was, I still took a gander at Legend.
Just like his friend Dagger, Legend also had a ‘I may have some years under my belt, but can still teach you a thing or two’ grin, as if to inform me he never made mistakes.
Gaining my attention again, Dagger flicked his two pointer fingers in the direction of the closed door, which I was most confident was being guarded by Vice. “Leave, that is?”
Seeing that door as a portal back to the Hell I had just been taken from, I found myself pulling Lynx’s hand to my stomach. The action screamed I was lying, but I still lifted my chin and insisted, “Yes, I would.”
Both men laughed.
Fucking laughed at me.
With a rigid jaw, I snarled, “Do not patronize me. My word means something.”
The laughter stopped. Both men eyed each other. After some sort of silent communication between them, they both nodded.
With trustworthiness, Legend told me, “It’s not your word we’re doubting. It’s just—” He gestured to my tight grip on his son. “Your words aren’t matching your actions.” He heavily inhaled. “And as the old saying goes—”
When he appeared to get lost in thought, Dagger finished for him, “Actions speak louder than words.”
Baffled by their insight, I opened my mouth once again to speak but could find no words. All I’d been doing all night and early morning was studying their actions. I would’ve been a complete hypocrite to deny the statement that sang the truth. It made me think of my da and all that his actions had shown me. Then I peered down at Lynx, pressing his hand closer to my stomach, so grateful his two father figures in this room would never hurt him, as my father had me.
To the two men intently watching me, I weakly whispered a desperate plea, “Please don’t make this harder than it already is.” I tried to create volume so they could fathom how serious I was. “Please don’t force me to admit something that will only bring me pain.” I was suddenly becoming so drained it was challenging to breathe. I wanted to crumple to the floor and melt away so that the horrid sensation could fade away. I simply wanted to continue with my original plan for the night. To die. Was that too much to ask for?
