Chapter 12 Zombie
ZOMBIE
“You can’t—” Lucy presses her lips together and stares at me incredulously.
“Shit,” I grumble. “That’s not what I meant.” Her brows shoot up, and it’s all I can do not to laugh. “I mean, I can’t answer the second question. I can’t tell you about club business.”
“Then I can’t help you.”
Start acting like the goddamn VP of a one-percenter MC and not a pussy who can’t get his head out of his ass.
Get your shit together.
Lyric and Whiz’s words infiltrate my thoughts, forcing me to remember that I’m a biker first and a horny creeper second.
I prowl closer to Lucy, balling my hands into fists at my sides. “That’s not gonna work, babydoll. One way or another, you will help me and my club. I’d prefer you do it willingly.” I shrug. “But if I have to force the issue, I can.”
Fear enters her bright green eyes, and regret slams into me. I don’t want to scare her, but she’s leaving me no choice.
“Get out,” she says, her voice laced with steel. “Get out before I call the cops.”
Aw, hell. Why’d she have to go there?
Like lightning, I reach out and wrap my hand around her throat. The move is meant to be threatening, but her pulse leaps at the contact, and my cock twitches. I arch a brow, and she unsuccessfully tries to look away.
“Cops can’t save you, Lucy,” I snarl. “Not from my club.” I increase the pressure of my grip, and her breath hitches. “And certainly not from me.”
“I…” Her throat works beneath my hand. “What do you want from me?”
I lower my gaze to her chest. Her robe has loosened since I arrived, and the material’s dropped enough that I can almost see her nipples. With my free hand, I drag a finger down her sternum, between her tits, and then to trace a circle around one taut bud, eliciting a moan from her perfect lips.
Leaning forward, I press my mouth to her ear. “Everything. I want fucking everything from you.”
I release her and take a step back as quickly as I started the entire exchange. Lucy sags against the door, her hand going to her neck as if desperate to feel that sensation again.
“Now,” I begin, taking another step back so I don’t give into the temptation that is her. “Why don’t we discuss what I need from you? Once we get that shit out of the way, we can move on to what we both want.”
Just as she opens her mouth to speak, there’s a knock on the door, causing her to practically jump out of her skin.
“Zombie, let me in.”
“Who’s that?” she demands.
Heaving a sigh, I nudge her out of the way and open the door. “Whiz, I told you to stay outside.”
“I am outside,” he counters, peering past me, no doubt to get a glimpse of Lucy.
My efforts to block his view are unsuccessful when she steps around me. “Whiz, is it?” she asks.
He grins, his gaze lowering. “Yes, ma’am.”
Grabbing him by his cut, I pull him inside and slam him against the wall. “Look at her like that again, and I’ll make your fear of Lyric cutting off your balls feel like a dream come true.”
His grin only widens. “That’s how it’s gonna be?”
“That’s how it is,” I snarl.
“Fine. Then can you please tell her to put something on that covers her up a little better?”
I glance at Lucy and see her holding her robe closed as best she can. She looks from me to Whiz and back again before whirling around and rushing from the room.
“You’re a goddamn jackass,” I snap, letting him go.
“And you’re one lucky bastard.” Whiz whistles. “She got a sister?”
“I don’t know.”
“Can you find out?”
“Jesus, you’re infuriating.”
“That makes two of you.”
Both Whiz and I whip around at Lucy’s statement. I stifle a groan when I see the unmistakable outline of bra straps under her t-shirt and zero hint of leg because she’s now wearing sweatpants.
“Now, it’s late, and I’m tired. Not to mention I’ve gotta perform surgery on a penguin in the morning. So, one of you needs to get to the point of this visit. You’ve got two minutes, and then I’m kicking your asses out.”
Whiz smacks my arm. “I like her, Z. She’s a keeper.”
“Don’t I know it,” I agree.
Lucy throws her hands up in the air. “Infuriating doesn’t even beg—”
“Medications,” I blurt, taking her two-minute deadline seriously. “Dr. Binks provided the club with medications when we needed them. Mostly tranquilizers, although there were times when we required something different.”
“Medication,” she says, seemingly dumbfounded.
“That’s what he said,” Whiz states unhelpfully. “Damn, brother, you hadn’t even got to that yet?” He shakes his head. “You’re losing your touch.”
Lucy snorts, and when I arch a brow, she clears her throat.
My brother chuckles. “Or maybe you haven’t.”
“I haven’t,” I assure him, never taking my eyes off Lucy. “Right, babydoll?”
Again, she clears her throat. “How many times did Dr. Binks do this for you?”
“I don’t have a specific number,” I say. “But whenever we asked, he complied.”
“Every time?”
“Every time.”
“And what did he get out of it?”
“I told you, the club makes very generous donations to the zoo,” I remind her.
“I’m not buying it. Dr. Binks wouldn’t risk his license for donations.” She shakes her head. “No. He would’ve insisted on something more.”
I can’t tell if she really believes that or not, but it doesn’t matter. If she insists on a more personal benefit in exchange for her cooperation, I’ll do it. Whatever the fuck it takes, I’ll make sure it happens.
“If you want that information, you’ll have to ask him,” I tell her. “You and I can work something out that’s mutually beneficial for us both.”
“You mean that’s mutually beneficial for your club and me,” she retorts.
Whiz laughs outright. “She’s got ya there, man.”
“We’ll work something out,” I insist.
“Fine, whatever,” she says after a few moments, and I hate that she’s likely only agreeing because she wants us out of her condo. Her next words only confirm it. “Two minutes are up. Please leave.”
“Oh, she’s really gonna hate you now,” Whiz mutters.
“What?” Lucy asks.
“I need some tranquilizers tonight,” I advise her. “As soon as I have those, I’ll get out of your hair.”
“You can’t be serious,” she bites out. “If I show up at the zoo now, people will be suspicious.”
“Not our problem,” Whiz says, and I elbow him in the gut.
“Dr. Binks figured it out, and so will you,” I say, confident that she’ll come up with an explanation for her co-workers that will make sense.
“And if I refuse?”
My heart dies a little with my response.
“Don’t make me show you.”