Page 95 of Bloom: Part 1

“It’s what?” I teased.

“It’s fascinating.”

I took the tablet from him and tapped the history tab. Fuck. He’d been watching porn for at least two hours. I turned the screen off. “Enough of that.”

“But that one was the best one.”

“You don’t need a video to learn how to give a blow job. If you want to learn, I can teach you.”

“I wanted to impress you, to be good at it before I tried it on you.”

“You don’t need to, and trust me, just the thought of your mouth on my cock, is enough to impress me.” I kissed his lips. “Were you hungry? Are you only eating pancakes? You should have woken me up.”

He gave a tiny shake of his head. “You deserved to sleep in after what happened.”

Hmm, since he brought it up… “I understood about half of what transpired. Do you want to talk about it?”

“I was angry. He’s always provoking everyone, but he went too far. Wish you’d have let me kill him.”

“Bloom, killing someone isn’t always the answer.”

“We’ll have to agree to disagree. You don’t know what happened.”

“Then tell me.”

But he kept his mouth shut. He’d never hidden anything from me. At least, I didn’t think so. Of course, when he did, it had to do with the club. I got the coffee machine going.

“Are you upset with me?”

“A little. You’re not telling me something.”

“That’s because we didn’t want anyone to know, but that damn Tango had to open his mouth.”

“You remember the first time I came here and I left the next morning and disappeared for a week?”

“Yeah.” I leaned back against the counter, munching on a banana.

“Saint came to pick me up that day, and we went looking for Winter. We found him, and he didn’t look good. I’d seen him strung out before but never like that.”

“What happened?”

“I was arrested for killing someone.”

“What? You’re wanted?”

“Not anymore.”

“But you just said you killed someone.”

“When you have dirt on people, you can make anything happen.”

Of course. How could I have forgotten how this system worked? Ten years out of the game and I had gotten too comfortable.

“Why did you kill the guy?”

“Winter was unconscious. That man hadn’t just given him laced coke. He’d fucked Winter while he’d OD’d. There’s no excuse for that, so I broke his fucking face with my knife.” He raised his chin in defiance as if daring me to criticize him, but we all had a past. We were all going to the same hell anyway. Why be sanctimonious now?

“I see.”

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