The corners of his lips curled slightly. “I’m here because why not? This club is my family. They’re my brothers.”
“Fair enough.” Who was I to question his reasons? “So, what’s your job?”
“I’m the club’s treasurer. I handle the important stuff, the money.” He waggled his brows, eyes twinkling. “I also manage The Bullet, a club-owned bar.”
“You shouldn’t have to leave your responsibilities for me. None of you should.” Maybe I could appeal to his kind heart. Clearly, he was the only half-decent one in the lot. “Help me get a fake ID and passport.” I covered his hand with mine. “Please, Lynx. I don’t want anyone hurt because of me. I should’ve never come here.” It was a decision I’d regret for the rest of my life.
He pinched my chin gently. “Sweetheart, I’m glad you came. The reason Storm picked me to go was because my position is less vital. I have people to manage the bar. I’m not tied to anyone like Raul and Hero.”
Dammit, so much for appealing to Lynx.
“I’m sure you’re just as important as the others.”
He stroked my cheek with his thumb. “Let’s go get this cleaned up.”
I dropped my gaze to my wrist and scrunched my nose. “It looks nasty. Sure you want to mess with it?”
He stood, helping me up. “Of course I’m sure.” He draped his arm over my shoulder, leading me out of the bar. A few of his brothers looked our way. I didn’t care what they thought. Lynx was wonderful.
“Where the fuck are you two going,” Zach snapped. He was holding Libby’s hand.
Oh shit. I didn’t need this drama.
“None of your goddamn business,” Lynx returned gruffly.
“He’s going to clean my wound,” I blurted, hoping to defuse the situation.
Zach looked at my wrist as I gingerly held it to my chest. “Libby’s a nurse. She’ll take care of it. Won’t ya, Libby?”
“No. I…” Crap, now what? “I want Lynx to do it.” Why would I want Zach’s woman tending to me? Hell, I didn’t really need help, did I? I could totally take care of my oozing wrist. It was just lovely to have someone caring about me the way Lynx seemed to.
Libby said nothing. She probably didn’t want anything to do with me either.
Zach glared at Lynx. I didn’t know what to make of the tension and outright anger rolling off him. It was enough to make me run for the hills to get away from him and everyone else.
“Let’s go,” I whispered, nudging Lynx.
“Sure,sweetheart.”
I didn’t risk looking back at Zach’s reaction as we went toward the dorm rooms. Not that I needed proof Zach watched us leave. I felt his gaze burning a hole through the back of my head.
Fifteen or so minutes later, I was sniffing and wiping my nose. Lynx cleaned my wrist, doing his best not to hurt me, but it did like the dickens.
“He wouldn’t even put a cloth under the cuff?” Lynx kept asking questions about my captivity. I wished he’d stop, but after how nice he’d been, I felt obligated to answer.
I shook my head. “No. When I tried to sneak a small piece of fabric under it, he’d remove it and tighten the handcuffs.”
“Fuck,” he hissed. His eyes lowered to my stomach. “I’m sorry you lost your baby.”
I touched my tummy. The cramping subsided late this morning. I still had some bleeding, but it wasn’t heavy. Overall, I felt like I was on my period. Until now, prompted by Lynx’s question, I hadn’t thought about the baby. So much was going on around me. My precious angel hadn’t been at the forefront of my mind.
“Thank you.” I swallowed back my emotion.
“We’re going to keep you safe. You believe me don’t you?” He brushed my hair off my shoulder. The gesture was sweet, but it also made me feel weird.
“I don’t know what I believe.” I shifted on the bed to put some distance between us. “You should know, I’m not ready to start anything with anyone.” I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. He’d only been nice since I arrived, but it was the truth. Aside from not being ready, it would be wrong to get involved with one of Zach’s brothers. Even if Lynx was handsome and sweet.
But then, so had Casso been early on. I didn’t think I could trust a man for a long time, maybe ever.