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I reached for the cell, but my arm didn’t cooperate and dropped back to my lap.
Green Eyes held the phone to my ear. That put her stunning face close to mine. Her long blonde hair, loose curls at the ends, hung over her shoulder.
Staring at her, I said, “Pops, mind being nice to my new friend?” I repeated her epically true words. “She’s all I got at the moment.”
My dad exhaled as if so many emotions were rattling him at once. “Lynx. Jesus H. Christ. Where are you?”
Green Eyes, so close, was striking. And had me think of Mom’s words about souls again. Those eyes. Absolutely breathtaking. At least, that’s what I told myself when my lungs struggled to pull in new breaths.
Feeling the ends of her soft hair touching my thigh and resting hand, I curled them around my tired fingers. She didn’t stop me, just observed, as I answered my dad. “I have no idea where I am, but… I could use a ride.”
“Boy?” More concern came from him. “You alright?”
“Never better.” My thumb lazily stroked the hair around my finger.
With urgency, Green Eyes pulled the cell back to her ear. “Ready to talk to me now?”
With her so close, I could hear my dad say, “You have my full attention. Location?”
“Devil’s Cave.”
Pops repeated the club’s name to one of my brothers, then asked Green Eyes, “How bad is he?”
“I’ve seen worse, but he’s paling.”
“He need a bus?”
Her attitude and direct answers told my dad he was speaking with someone who had experience with “unusual’ trouble.
He was right. Her next answer was, “People with stab or bullet wounds usually do, but that kind of attention would get him killed right now. I have him hidden.”
“Can he ride?”
As I nodded yes, she said, “I presume you are speaking of a motorcycle?”
Pops huffed as if now doubting her smarts. “Uh, yeah. What the fuck do you ride?”
Green Eyes stared deep into mine… “Yachts.”
My skin went cold. This girl was handling my bullet wound and hiding me, and yachts were her way of transportation? She had also mentioned the “Devil” not appreciating new alphas in his playground. Where the fuck was I?
I think Pops was highly suspicious, too, because after listening to a whisper from a brother I recognized to be Dagger, he snarled, “I take it you have long blonde hair and you’re dripping gold?”
Normally, I was sharp, noticing every detail of my surroundings as I had been taught to. But in such bad shape, I had missed so much. Now, I was finally noticing her jewelry and attire. All of it screamed mad fucking cash.
Our club had some decent money because of our ‘activities,’ but not the kind of money to which she was clearly accustomed.
My fingers slipped from the hair Pops was speaking of.
With my subtle retreat, Green Eyes’ expression saddened.
From over the phone, I heard car doors slamming shut and wheels screeching. As my dad raced toward my location, he growled, “Listen here, you hoity bitch, you better keep him alive or you and your fancy boat will be at the bottom of an ocean.”
Sadness disappearing, her jaw locked, and I’ll be damned if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen. With angered determination, she told my pops, “Listen here, you leathered old man who probably reeks of tobacco—”
Oh, I could totally go for a smoke right now.
Weakly, I attempted to unroll my cut to grab my pack of cigarettes but failed because my dad had pissed off the girl who was now shoving my cut back against my wound.
