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“Lynx,” one said, lifting up his chin.
“Buzz.” Lynx nodded. “Breaker.”
“Long time, man.” They all three shook hands.
“Yeah.” Lynx was quiet for a moment, like he was lost in another time. “Shit’s been crazy.”
“You been doing okay?” the man named Buzz—what kind of a name was that?—asked.
Lynx gave me a squeeze. “Better than I’ve been in a long-ass time.”
“Good, brother.”
Breaker didn’t say anything, just lifted his chin and then was gone.
Broad shoulders came to the door, and I had to look up. Sapphire eyes stared back at me. Even with the lack of light, his eyes glittered. His light, caramel hair looked as if he’d run his fingers through it many, many times, and he, too, had a beard cut short. Maybe it was a prerequisite—must have beard to be in bike club—or something.
“Cruz,” Lynx greeted.
“Lynx, you’ve got some of our trash, I hear.”
“Yep, we’re done with him.”
Cruz’s face lit up in a wicked grin that put me on edge. “Play time.” He clapped his hands together with a loud smack before walking toward the other men.
Lynx asked, “Pops, we good here?”
Pops turned slightly. “Fucking great. We’ve got this.” He then turned around in what felt like a dismissal.
“Come on, babe.” Lynx pulled me from the house and into the truck.
I didn’t look back. I didn’t want to know what those guys were going to do to Trey.
I hoped I never crossed paths with them when they were pissed at me.
***
“What’s wrong?”
I had thought Lynx was asleep, so I was being quiet not to disturb him, but I was wrong.
“Just can’t sleep.” I hadn’t been sleeping well since our talk with Trey, and that had been four nights before. It wasn’t Drew who haunted my thoughts anymore. No, it was Trey, and that scared the shit out of me.
“Babe, what did we talk about? No lies. Talk.”
I sighed deeply. “I keep having dreams of Trey coming to claim his marker.”
Lynx stilled. I could almost hear his teeth grinding in the back of his mouth. “I swear to you that motherfucker will never touch you. Ever.”
I believed him, but that didn’t stop my mind from conjuring up different scenarios in my head. It was creepy as hell.
“I know.”
“Nah, babe. He’s gone. A memory. What he did fucking pisses me off, but it’s done. We know why now; we have our answers. Now we move on.”
I burrowed deeper into his warmth, loving the way his hot body made me so warm.
“Yeah,” I breathed out, snuggling into him.
