Page 18 of Disturbed Lucidity

“No,” I whispered while Slash reached into his cut, withdrawing his gun as whoever it was knocked again, louder this time. Slash pointed to my bedroom. I jumped over the sofa, running for the bedroom. Closing the door, I leaned against it, listening intently when I heard a familiar voice.

“Hannibal?”

“Where is she?”

Opening the door, I walked out to find Hannibal standing in my living room, glaring directly at me.

“Everything okay, big guy?” I asked, slowly approaching.

“Club got a visitor an hour ago.”

“Okay?” I stated, confused. “Who was it?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.”

“Why tell me then?”

“Because the fucker wanted you.”

I stiffened.

Slash growled. “Who the fuck knows you’re here, Ivy?”

That was a damn good question.

The big guy stared at me as he handed Slash an envelope. “Said to give her that. Didn’t like him, Slash.”

I stood there while Slash ripped open the envelope and removed a small photo.

“MOTHERFUCKER!” he roared, ripping the photo to shreds.

“What was the picture of, Slash?” I stayed rooted in my spot, refusing to budge.

My friend shook his head.

“Michael!” I yelled.

“It was of you, okay!” he shouted back.

Chapter Five

Luc

Sitting in my office, I watched as Slash walked into the clubhouse, Ivy close behind. When Slash approached me about his friend working the bar, I wasn’t too keen on the idea of having a civilian, let alone a female, with a loose connection to the club on the premise. It was one thing for a club whore to be around, but a woman who was off-limits?

Well, that was asking for trouble.

Not to mention having family around.

That was a distraction I couldn’t afford.

Yet, the girl proved me wrong.

She was smart, quick-witted, and she could hold her own. Mouth seemed to like her, and considering he didn’t like anyone, that was high praise. She showed up every day, did her job and didn’t cause problems.

I should have known that was the problem right there.

Never met a chick that didn’t have baggage.

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