Page 58 of Disturbed Lucidity

“Then she’s free pussy. I will agree to your terms on one condition. The bitch goes with us.”

“Luc,” Ivy whispered, but the second she did, from the corner of my eye, I saw Solomon stiffen when my brothers stepped out of the shadows.

Shit.

That was all the confirmation I needed. Solomon was the one who saved Ivy that day in Florida. There was no fucking way my son would allow me to hand Ivy over to Miguel.

Not that I was going to anyway.

However, when Reaper leaned back in his chair and grinned at me, I knew the fucker was up to something.

“Miguel’s got a point, Luc. She killed a Los Santanas. So, unless a brother has claimed her, Miguel has a right to her.”

“Luc,” Slash growled, stepping forward.

Fuck.

Wraith, the blond fucker, chuckled. “Yeah, Luc. Reaper’s right.”

Ivy turned to me, looking me dead in the eyes. I could see her fear. Feel her pulse pounding in her veins as she pleaded with me to do something. Anything.

“Lucifer,” Frost whispered close to my ear, getting my attention. “Just fucking do it. You already knew it was going to happen. Just say the fucking words and end this shit before it turns into a bloodbath.”

“Either she’s an old lady, or the bitch is mine. Which is it?” Miguel asked firmly.

Looking at Ivy, I wanted to tell her that everything was going to be okay. But I refused to lie to her. I knew no matter what I said or did, Miguel and Los Santanas wouldn’t stop coming for her. They would always hunt her. No amount of protection would save her from the torment she would receive if they ever got their hands on her. The only thing I could do was to afford her some semblance of protection and pray that when the dust settled, she didn’t hate me anymore than she already did.

“She’s my old lady.”

Sitting at my table, I nursed a whiskey while I watched Ivy talk with Solomon. I didn’t know what they were saying, but I could tell Solomon wasn’t happy with what he was hearing.

The second I said the words, giving her my protection, her eyes closed, and when they opened again, the woman who looked back at me was a stranger.

“The faster you brand her, the safer she will be,” Reaper said, leaning back, watching the duo. The second the meeting was over, and Los Santanas left the clubhouse, Wraith and his boys followed, needing to get back to their club, taking Jude with them. He didn’t say why, but whatever it was must have been important. “When Frost called and sent a picture of Ivy, Solomon about lost his shit. Took Ravage and Sunny several hours to calm the moody bastard down. He wanted to ride to her immediately. He feels responsible for her.”

“He tell you how they met?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, taking a long pull of his beer.

“When you can, I’m gonna need the file on his time at the Florida Chapter. I need to know what Ivy endured there.”

“You already know what she survived, Luc. Just look at your son. You don’t need to read about it. But I will tell you that her father didn’t sell her to the Florida Chapter to become a club whore. He paid Toxic twenty grand to kill her.”

“She’s Malice’s sister, Reaper. I just claimed the sister of a Soulless Sinner.”

“You did it to protect her. Trust me. Malice will understand that. He may beat your ass first, but he will understand. What’s this shit I hear about a detective coming from New York City to visit?”

Shaking my head, I groaned. “Detective Calloway. She wants to speak with Ivy. Woman thinks Ivy might know something about a serial killer who enjoys killing kids. She’s supposed to be here next week.”

“Does Ivy know anything?”

“If she does, she hasn’t said.”

“Want me to get Sypher on it?”

“No. Indigo has it under control.”

Sitting up straighter, I stared when Solomon took a seat across from me. Ivy was now sitting with Slash, who was hugging her.

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