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“How did you know?”

“Because he thinks with his dick when it comes to Kiss. I know where he is. This shit ends now.”

“Bullet, he’s like you. She’s in trouble. He’s trying to help.”

“She’s notintrouble. Sheistrouble. Stay with the Heller girls.”

I disconnected. Tonight had gone to shit. Barras and now Blue. I was fucking done with his infatuation with Kiss. He fucking put his junkie before my old lady.

I turned to Kodiak. “I gotta go.” No way could I keep my focus on Barras when Blue had fucked me over. He worked for me, and tonight, Stormy should have been his only priority. I fucking trusted him with her.

“Are we done for tonight?” he asked.

“Vega is on his way. I need to head over to Indulgence.”

Kodiak pulled his bike keys from his pocket. “Is there trouble?”

“Not yet.” But there was about to be when I got my hands on Blue. He’d be lucky if he didn’t feel my fists. Fuck him and his fucked-up junkie. If he was so worried about her, he could stay with her.

I was beyond pissed. Rage burned in my gut and made me vulnerable to distractions. I was a fighter. I fed on aggression and violence. Right now, my emotions were out of control.

“I’ll wait for Vega.” Kodiak followed me around the perimeter of the parking structure. “Remember, he’s just a kid.”

Blue had my trust, and he’d broken it. We were done. “I’ll see you back at the MC.”

“You should give me your gun.”

I ignored him, crossed the road, and climbed onto my bike. I revved the engine, and sprayed gravel as I took off. I flexed my hand as I thought about Blue. My thoughts were torn. I understood having an obsession with a woman. I would’ve done the same thing as Blue if Stormy needed me. But I would’ve called, I would’ve made sure my word meant something. You didn’t break trust. He should’ve checked in with me before he left.

Making a play for Stormy while she was in the MC would be suicide for Barras. My Heller brothers would protect her. Barras wasn’t stupid. Like me, Barras was waiting for opportunity. I wasn’t going to give him one.

Blue wasn’t protecting Stormy from Barras. He was protecting her from herself. She was programmed to run. Scarlett was defensive of her little sister. I had no problem with that. I had a problem with her comingafter Stormy because of me. I wanted Blue there as a deterrent.

I’d considered Blue a brother. But I had to be able to trust him. Tonight, proved my trust was misplaced.

I rolled up to Indulgence and killed the engine. Blue’s bike was on the street. A few vehicles lined the road. Indulgence had blacked out windows and a non-descript front. My way of keeping cops from snooping in my business.

Adrenaline fired through my veins, and tension built in my muscles. Energy surged into my gut. I was spoiling for a fight. I entered the code on the door and walked into the foyer.

“Blue,” I hollered. Light seeped into the hall from the parlor where Kiss had taken up residence. “What the fuck is going on?”

As I strode down the hall, a tingle raised the hair on the back of my neck. My steps slowed. “Blue?”

A creak sounded to my left. I rounded the corner.

Fuck! In the moment it took my heart to beat, I accepted my fate. I’d misjudged the situation. This wasn’t going to end well. I was outnumbered.

Tears soaked Kiss’s cheeks and trickled from her chin. Snot dripped from her nose. “Bullet,” she cried. She kneeled next to Blue. He sprawled out on the floor. Blood gushed from a wound to his head. His eyes were closed, and he was unmoving.

“I’m sorry,” she said on a sob. She violently trembled. Her eyes were wild, and her pupils blown. But not from heroin. With a gun to her head, the girlwas petrified with fear. “He’s hurt.” She hiccupped on a sob. “He’s hurt bad.”

“He’s not dead yet, but he will be.” The words were spoken near my ear. “Move and I’ll make you earn your name by putting a bullet through your head.” The man’s hand slid inside my cut, gripped the butt of my gun, and he relieved me of my weapon.

“You took something that belongs to me.” Barras sat on my leather couch, in my fucking business, crossed one ankle over the opposite knee, and sipped a tumbler of my whiskey from my bar. “I want her back.”

Chapter Fourteen

Stormy

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