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Lynx choked out, “Thank you for not accepting the role when he died—”
Dagger sprung from the chair and hugged Lynx. “You, brother. It is where you belong. It is your fate.”
Legend, staring at the ceiling, tapped his chest with a fist, then pointed to someone I couldn’t see. He silently mouthed, “My Lu. My brother.”
Lynx’s hand pressed to my stomach shook with sentiment as Lynx promised, “I swear to make you proud.”
By this point, I was wiping tears and I wasn’t even a Stallion. Clearly, an adored brother had been lost, and another didn’t feel worthy of taking his place. But he was doing so anyway. A monumental leap had transpired, and everyone in the room was damn proud of it.
Soon, Dagger backed away, wiping his face. “Jesus, Elle is right. I’m a puss.”
With his dark eye lashes wet with tears, Lynx’s face stretched into a holy shit expression as he fought a grand smile, asking me, “You called Deadly Dag a puss?”
“No,” I teased, “just a Nancy.”
As everyone broke out into laughter, Lynx grabbed his stomach. “Oh, it hurts.” He groaned through more laughter. “Oh shit, it hurts.”
Catching his breath, Legend studied me intently. “Jesus. H. Christ.”
I asked, “What?”
Lost in thought, he ran a hand down his long goatee beard.
“What?” I asked again.
Ignoring me, he finally told Dagger, “As soon as Lynx is able to ride, let’s get back home so we can better fight what’s coming.” With that, he headed for the door.
Dagger followed.
Once to the doorway, Legend stopped and peered over his shoulder at me. Darkly, he said, “If you’re under Lorenzo’s skin half as much as you’re already under ours, you’re right, Elle. He’s coming.” With that, he walked out the door. “Let’s get ready, boys. We just made ourselves a new enemy.”
Right behind him, Dagger joked, “Don’t tease. You know I love a good time.”
Yep. They’re insane, alright.
Chapter thirteen
Holding Love
Lynx
Listening to Elle turn the shower on, I thought of how she had held my hand as the friendly MC’s doc worked on my stomach. Completely consumed by her, I was unaware of the unstoppable avalanche I had just caused by stealing her. Now many lives—innocent and guilty—were intertwining on incomprehensible levels.
Could I have prevented the impending chaos? Should I have listened to Elle when she warned me of the trouble she would bring my club? Only if I was so full of myself that I believed I could control fate. What was transpiring between Elle and me was so beyond our building attraction for each other. It was something that would be felt for as long as any of our family members, MC or blood, walked this earth.
I began falling back to sleep until I heard the bedroom door open. Reacting way slower than I preferred, due to exhaustion and pain killers in my system, I reached for the gun on the nightstand until Vice assured me, “Just me. Just me.”
Now Vice was a 6’4” wall of power with a heart so big that it barely fit in his massive chest. This Stallion, my life-long best friend, was a perfect Enforcer. He was calm. Protective. Quick on his feet. Extremely intelligent. And it was club business or no business at all.
I slumped back onto the bed and put my arm over my tired eyes. “I can’t remember ever being on edge like this before.”
“You’ve never felt you had something to protect before.”
That made me feel like shit. He was right. And that was wrong.
My arm slid from my face and fell to my side. “I’m sorry, man.”
Vice set a little pile of clothes for Elle on a chair. “Dude, that’s not what I meant—”
