Chapter 71

It didn’t suit her at all. Lindsey was a girl. This woman before him was tough, a survivor, worthy of a name with a big, sexy sound like Alyssa. She astounded Luc with her strength, her resilience, her never-say-die attitude. She’d walked through hell and fire, and emerged on the other side a woman of steel. As much as he ached for what she’d endured, he was proud of her.

“Then I knocked on Sexy Sirens’ door,” she said. “It was called something else then, but Marquessa, while a bitch, saved my life. She let me live at the club until I got on my feet, worked around my school schedule when I started studying for my GED. Her boys kept the locals from hitting on me too much. I kinda . . . grew up there.” She shrugged. “I never went home again until my mother’s funeral. I saw Joshua—from a distance. He didn’t see me, thank God. And to this day, he still doesn’t know what became of me. If he had any clue, I don’t know what he would do.”

Luc knew what he’d like to do to the asshole, b