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Pulling him around a corner, he chuckled. “Is this going to be a ‘special’ kind of ten—” until he saw workers looking at him. “I guess not.”
He couldn’t get enough of me. “Aw. Tonight, I promise.”
When the construction workers started to grin, Lynx actually growled.
I smacked his chest. “VP, stop.” The growl stopped but his glare meant business.
Touching his face, I pulled his stare to me. “Ready for a tour of the kitchen?”
He looked past me and his eyes widened. “Holy shit. This room is now double the size.”
I bounced on my toes. “Yes! Yes!” Then I was back to dragging him behind me. “Over here is going to be…” I laid out the whole commercial kitchen for him, then pulled him back to the hallway. “Here will be swinging doors to our dining area.” I lugged him across the hallway. “Here is where you guys will chow down—”
We both jolted when hearing some sort of howl…
In slow motion, I followed Lynx as we ran down the hallway past Legend’s office, past Church, and into The Barn. Stallions were running, following the same cry.
Out the front door, I shielded my eyes from the sun. The clubhouse, understandably, had no windows. I’d been in there all day.
Blind, I ran into Lynx’s back that was now still. I grabbed his cut to steady myself while my sight adjusted. As soon as it did, I noticed Dagger and his bike racing through the crack of our rolling door/gate that was slowly opening.
For almost half a year, if I needed anything at all, Lynx was at my side, to the point I was shocked he didn’t help me when I had been falling behind him.
Still holding his cut, I peeked around his side, then down to where he was staring.
There was a box…
There was a box… with a severed head in it.
I jerked back. “Oh my God.”
It was a woman’s.
Now holding Lynx’s leather so I wouldn’t hit my knees at the gory sight, I suddenly realized many more bikes were roaring to life.
Vice was at Legend’s side, a gun in his hand as if suspecting an enemy encroaching on his President at any second.
Legend was in between the bikes, in a manic state like I had never seen from the always collected President. His ringed fingers were pointing as he bellowed instructions, sending men on bikes in all different directions.
In shock, I watched gravel dust rise into the air.
Lynx didn’t move. He kept staring at the head in the brown cardboard box.
“Lynx!” yelled his father as he loaded his HOG. “I’m going to catch up to Liam!”
After he raced off, Vice’s bike right behind him, the Prospect hit a button next to the gate.
As it rolled shut, I snuck under Lynx’s arm and peered up at him. “Do you know this woman?”
Not moving his stare from the head, he numbly nodded.
Him not saying anything else, I asked, “Who is Liam?”
Lynx’s eyes lifted and stared off. “Dagger… The man that was there the night my mom was murdered.”
I gasped. Legend reverting to Dagger’s real name told me his mental stability was failing. Now I needed to know what could rock him so.
From Lynx’s side, I placed a hand on his chest. “Honey, who is this poor woman?”
