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I lost sight of Lynx when Legend’s back came into view, as he swiftly stepped out of my room. He had the backpack Sweets had given me over his shoulder and Lynx’s bag in his grip.
I was groggy but willing to help in any way I could. I needed to get dressed so we could hit the road. The way Legend passed his son without a word and tossed our bags into the trailer, it was clear we were heading out in a hurry.
Entering our room, Lynx was removing his clothing. He had already been gorgeous to me, but seeing him in this natural state, right after a kill, he was complicatedly magnificent.
Then there was his father—an older, harsher version—reentering the room at a brisk pace. “There she is,” he whispered to me with a smirk. “Have you ever had a painkiller before?” Not waiting for an answer, he pulled back my blanket. “I didn’t know supermodels snored.”
Legend was so calm, so blasé about his son shoving soiled clothes into a white garbage bag, that I wondered if I was imagining it all.
The answer to Legend’s question about drugs was yes, a couple shots after breaking my arm, not that I could answer him. Never had I felt so loopy in my life. I had passed out with the pain of the knife digging into my skin, but now my body felt boneless as the President of the Steel Stallions gently rolled me over. Even with the meds, pain shot through my left shoulder. I tried but couldn’t hold back a groan while Legend scooped his arms underneath me.
“Sorry, Precious. It’s time to travel.” I was lifted from the bed.
My head lazily resting on Legend’s arm, I watched Lynx watching me. Being carried past him while he slipped on fresh clothes, I tried to work my numb lips, “Legen’, I st’ll find your son boooo-tiful.”
Walking us from the room, the older man kissed my forehead. “That makes you the perfect kind of crazy for my boy.”
While Vice was closing the trailer, Dagger wrapped a rolled blanket around the white trash bag. He then started tying it between his handlebars while I was placed in the back seat of the truck. That’s when I realized someone had dressed me in comfy clothes. No bra though, thank God. The straps would’ve made my shoulder wound that much worse.
Before I could fall over, in my drugged state, the other back passenger door opened and Lynx slid in. Without a word, he took the weight his Pops was offering.
Leaning into Lynx’s chest, I allowed my droopy eyes to look up just enough to see a dark Mercedes. I instantly knew who it belonged to and tried to jerk away—maybe run, if my legs had been able.
“Shhh.” Lynx held me as Vice jumped into the driver’s seat. “They’re gone.”
As Legend loaded into the front passenger seat, I asked. “Lo-wen-zo?”
Lynx ran strong fingers through my hair, soothing me. “Not yet, but his turn is coming.”
The truck lurched forward and didn’t slow as we pulled out of the parking lot. “Dag-ger?”
Lynx assured me, “Taking whoever is monitoring your tracker on a wild goose chase.”
All I could do was think to myself, I’m not worth all this trouble.
Out loud, I tried, “So sowry to cause suuuuch—”
“Shhh.” He stroked my hair. “You’re worth the fight. I swear it, Elle.”
That was something he kept telling me, but I believed him to be wrong.
I’m not. I’m really not.
My eyes shut.
What he has done, shouldn’t have been
I will hold on to you
Your body and mine, no longer ours
I will hold on to you
These were my invented lyrics that I was singing while holding the sweet young girl. I stopped when the door opened and Lorenzo’s shadow loomed… “Do that again… Sing for me, Elle.” When I was too petrified to move, he told someone I didn’t see, “Take the girl.”
She screamed for me as her naked little form was carried away.
She screamed…
