Page 23 of Thorsten Wisely Dicey MC

“Uncle Deeds, always late to the party,” I mutter, remembering the last time we met.

“Always a pleasure, honey.” His tone is gentle to me and changes to harsh when he directs his attention to Thorsten. “Show my old lady respect, asshole.”

“Respect is earned. You wouldn’t be all friendly and polite if betrayal is thrown at you from all sides, especially if it comes from family.” His eyes land on me. “Or friendly strangers recently met.”

His words feel like ice water thrown over me.

“I think we’re done here,” I calmly state, knowing by Thorsten’s reaction it’s over between us.

I took a risk…gambled with the high stake of my feelings on the damn line…all for nothing so it seems.

Lynn pats Deeds’s arm that’s wrapped around her waist. “You can let go now, Livi is coming with us and is dumping this idiot’s ass. Friendly strangers, what an asshole you are. You think she hit you with betrayal? You won’t ever see the hit coming when Broken Deeds is involved. Come on, Livi, we’re leaving.”

“My old lady isn’t going anywhere unless she’s at my side,” Thorsten snarls.

Lynn might be old, but she moves like a ninja. One moment Thorsten is looking smug, the next blood is rushing from his nose.

“You talk about how respect is earned? Start by dropping the veil your father put before your eyes so you can see the fucking good standing right in front of you. Livi’s Broken Deeds and with that link comes a fuckload of respect you might be able to tap into.” She points at Thorsten. “Outlaw.” Pointing at me she adds, “Above the law. That right there is the difference between landing your rude ass in a jail cell or walking free.”

Lynn holds out her hand to let me walk out of here with them, but I can’t. I do realize things between me and Thorsten are beyond saving. Yet, I still feel strongly about needing to talk to him.

“I’ll catch up with you later,” I state. “Thorsten and I still need to talk.”

Thorsten gets to his feet and wipes his nose. There’s still crimson covering his chin and teeth when he gives me a cruel smile.

“Go with them, Livi. I’m done anyway.”

Words get stuck in my throat when he walks right out of the diner without a backward glance.

“If you don’t chase his ass to kick him in the balls I will,” Lynn tells me, and then she gives me a gentle look. “I can tell by the way your emotions are showing on your face you care about the fucker. Go. Make him listen instead of letting him walk out on whatever it is between you two. You have the same blood as me running through your veins and nothing has ever stopped me from speaking my fucking mind.”

I smile at my aunt. “Thank you,” I sincerely tell her.

“Anytime, chickie,” she quips.

Rushing out the door, I get a glimpse of Thorsten riding off. I jump on my bike, fix my helmet, and follow him. He’s heading in the direction of the clubhouse and when I take a turn, I notice a car following us.

Through the Bluetooth system in my helmet I make a call to Archer. “I’m being followed, black SUV. One of yours?”

“Negative,” Archer grunts. “But I’ll have a team catch up with you within a few minutes.”

“Thanks,” I murmur at the same time I hear gunshots.

“Hold on,” Archer snaps.

Fire licks my arm and I realize a bullet just grazed me. More shots are fired, and I try like hell to guide my bike in different directions to prevent myself from becoming a sitting duck. A turn is coming up and I lessen my speed. Balancing my attention between the SUV behind me and Thorsten in front of me who is shouting at me, I completely miss the car coming from my left just as I take the turn.

The impact is hard and I’m being thrown off the bike. Pain flairs all over my body and I groan, thankful I didn’t pass out. A curse leaves my lips when I notice my arm, completely covered in blood and lacerations. Shit.

Dark fabric is thrown over my head and strong arms are suddenly gripping me hard. I hear Thorsten screaming for me while I fight those who are trying to kidnap me. The cartel? It must be since Thorsten is screaming my name and is cursing loudly.

Gunshots. More pain when I’m thrown into what I think is a van or the trunk of a car. I hope Archer is close enough to see this because the spot where he put the tracker in is now an open wound…so I doubt he’s still able to track me. My body hits something hard when the vehicle I’m clearly in speeds away.

Someone is binding my wrists, making the pain almost unbearable in my arms. My feet are next, and I try to kick out, to fight, when someone else holds me down. Fear is gripping my heart, remembering the things Nilo said; what the cartel has planned for me. Is this how my life will end? Because Thorsten was clear he was done with me. So, I’m definitely not the bargaining chip the cartel thinks I am.

The pain becomes too much and my body simply shuts down. I willingly surrender to the darkness oblivion offers…because what else can I do in this fucked-up situation?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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