happens, I’ll burn your little bike club to the ground.”
Rav growls and rattles the chain link fence. “You want to think about who the fuck you’re threatening. This ain’t no weekend riders’ club. We ain’t weak. You want us to rain down hell on you, just say the fucking word, because we will bring the fucking devil.”
Titch shifts behind me and I hear his own growl of frustration. I feel it too. This guy is an obnoxious fucker.
“I just want what’s mine.”
I want to scream at him that she’s mine, not his. I’ve claimed her, but I hold my tongue, barely.
“Stop!”
My stomach sinks as I twist to see Lucy running across the tarmac, Whizz on her heels, trying to stop her, but she’s quick, darting like a rabbit towards us.
Fuck.
Fear licks a path up my spine as my girl moves to the fence line, her eyes focused forward. She doesn’t give me her eyes, which scares the shit out of me. What the hell is she doing?
I risk a glance at Blackwood, who looks smug as fuck and I want to wipe that fucking look off his face. My heart starts to gallop in my chest as clawed fingers squeeze the muscle. Lucy should have stayed hidden, but now the devil knows she’s here and that puts us in a worse position.
I reach out without thinking and snag her hand. She peers down at our joined palms for a moment before tearing out of my grip like I’ve burnt her skin.
“Lucy, don’t do this,” I beg.
I don’t want this to happen. The savage smirk on Blackwood’s face makes me terrified for her. I don’t care if he knows she’s mine. I’ll tell him, if it keeps her safe. I’ll take whatever shit will come my way for touching another man’s wife, as long as she stays here.
Her blue eyes raise to meet mine and I see the fear behind the steel. There’s also something else hidden in their depths, pleading with me to understand. It makes my heart clench at the look. It’s more than words can say. She might have lied, but it wasn’t all a lie.
My gut rolls and claws dig into my heart.
“He’s my husband. I was always going home.” She raises her voice so Isaac can hear her.
I never realised the power of words to wound until this moment, until Lucy spoke words that gored me to my very core.
I watch her chin lift, watch her body snap straight and watch her step into someone else’s shoes. She’s no longer Lucy Franklin, but Natasha Blackwood—wife of a dangerous mobster. She’s every inch the mafia princess as she says, “Thanks for the bar job, but I quit.” Bar job? What the fuck is she on about?
Lucy smirks as she looks at Rav before sliding up to the fence and putting her fingers through the wire. Then she looks straight at her husband.
“I’m ready to go home.”
And my world stops.
23
Lucy
My heart is pounding as I move to the gate, my fingers scraping over the latch. No one moves to stop me and the air is so still I can barely draw in breath. The heaviness of it sits on my chest, forcing my heart to beat shallowly.
Then Nox grabs my wrist, his grip bruising, desperation written in every line on his face.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he hisses at me.
His heavy glare says I’m crazy if I think I’m walking out of here without him. An ember of hope flares to life in my belly that he still cares, that I haven’t ruined our relationship beyond repair, but I stomp down on it savagely. I can’t be thinking about a relationship with Nox. I have to keep focused on my plan—protecting him and the club—even if it means giving myself up to a man I have been running from for years, a man I despise.
“I told you. I’m leaving with my husband.” The word ‘husband’ is poison on my tongue and it takes everything I have not to spit it out. Isaac might be my husband in name, but my heart belongs to Nox.
Watching his face shatter hurts more than any physical blow. It gores me deep in my belly. It tears out my heart. How can I hurt him like this? It goes against everything in me to shred him this way, but what choice do I have? Isaac can’t know we’re together. I won’t let him put that bullet in Nox’s head. How can Nox