Page 26 of Zen's Crash

I did a double take.

Me: That’s a strange conclusion to leap to, Mad.

MadHitter: Just joking around. Trying to look at you.

Me: What?

MadHitter: Autocorrect. I meant trying to look out for you. Look, I gotta go.

Me: Catch you later.

The text box disappears as quickly as it appeared. Mad didn’t use a regular texting platform so there was never any history ofour chats. Not that I wanted to keep them particularly. It was just a weird, quirky Mad thing I guess.

I stretch my arms above my head, feeling my muscles ache. I fall into bed and tumble off to sleep. Just before I conk out entirely, I think I hear someone say, “Trade.”

I jerk my head up but there’s no one in the room and my music is still playing on the computer. Laying my head back down, I know it’s because the intruder wanted me to trade myself for my dad. Weird shit like this has been happening off and on. My therapist warned me ten months ago that things like this would happen, that my mind would play tricks on me.

Chapter 10

Zen

Iwake up at sunrise. I never left the clubhouse last night, nor did I get much sleep. I spent the hours researching everything possible about Lexi’s father’s murder and then crashed out in the wee hours of the morning. I’m still groggy but I need a shower and some coffee so I can get back to piecing together this murder mystery.

When I’m in the shower all my drowsy mind can think of is Lexi’s smiling face. Her long dark hair and how she looked wearing leather. I can’t help but imagine her wearing my leather. The thought of Lexi in my property cut made my cock hard. When my cock is hard, I’m not shy about stroking it.

I know deep down inside that Lexi is my kind of woman. She builds computers, dresses how she wants, expresses herself freely, and is quick to tell me when she thinks I’m wrong about something. Her self-confidence is sexy, and so is the way she challenges me.

I dare for the first time in the heat of the moment to imagine what she looks like naked. All that pale skin and long dark hair flips all the right switches for me. My mouth waters at the thought of having my mouth between her legs. Having her kick and scream my name as I tip her into one orgasm after another brings out the beast in me and then I’m having the hardest orgasm of my life. My cock won’t stop throbbing and spewing for ages. If stroking myself off to thoughts of her is this good. I can’t imagine what sex with her would be like.

Of course, I have to make sure she survives the fucking asshole who killed her father in order to get around to sounding out a relationship with her. I don’t care what she says about it being ten months later and it being highly unlikely the bastard is still looking for her, and I don’t give a shit if she accepts me or rejects me. I’m gonna make sure she doesn’t have to worry about this fucker popping up when she least expects it.

I rinse myself off and get dressed, still thinking about the man who killed her father in cold blood. If I have my way, he’ll end up dead rather than behind bars where he could possibly escape and come after her again. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m missing something important.

After being back at my computer for a while, I find some information that might be relevant to the case. I scratch around, getting as much of it together as possible because it’s close to nine and I want to present it to my club brothers in a coherent way.

When I finish, I grab my laptop and head for the meeting room. Lexi is sitting at the table all by herself and our club officers are standing off to the side brainstorming coverage for her house. I walk over and take the seat to her right. I don’t like her sitting all by herself looking scared and vulnerable.

“Did you get something to eat?” I ask just to make conversation.

“No. I came straight into the meeting room, so as not to make anyone wait.”

“We can grab food after the meeting. I found something that might help shed light on why your father was always so paranoid.”

Siege’s voice rings out behind me, “You found a lead already?”

The club officers surge forward and take their seats at the table.

“Yeah, I did.”

“I can’t wait to hear it,” Siege responds. “But first I want to talk to your friend about our participation in this situation.”

Focusing his attention on Lexi, he explains, “As Zen’s probably already told you, the Savage Legion MC isn’t a one-percent club. That means we don’t typically engage in illegal activities. We do sometimes take up cases involving missing children or deal with criminal organizations trying to set up shop in Las Salinas, more as a community service than anything. For us, your father’s murder falls in that category. No one wants a killer running free in their town. So, we’re gonna do our best to figure out who killed your dad and see that justice is served.”

“Thank you,” Lexi responds in a trembling voice. “Seeing him getting killed has been really difficult.”

“Yes,” Rigs interjects. “Things like that can cause PTSD. I hope you have a counselor you can talk to about your feelings?”

“I did when it first happened. I even spent some time in the hospital, trying to deal with losing the only family member I had left but also him being brutally murdered. That’s not how anyone wants their loved one to die.”

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