Page 102 of Blue

Blade jumped onto a chair and called for everyone’s attention through the cacophony of voices and music.

Jazzy’s piercing whistle cut the chatter. The music stopped and the room quieted. “Blade needs your attention. And listen up, little Rosie is the only one allowed to cry.”

Blade smiled down at her. “Already taking your duties seriously, laying down the law and shit.”

Jazzy stuffed a lollipop into her mouth. I smiled, remembering that was how she kept from falling into peer pressure to smoke cigarettes with the guys. She was always a tomboy.

“I’m nervous enough,” she said. “Get this over with before I puke.”

Blade smiled and picked up his beer from the table. “We have some club business that needs a unanimous vote.”

Cruz stiffened. Unanimous votes from the members usually involved prospects. Cruz was not so patiently waiting for his full patch membership.

“The board took a vote,” Blade said. “As you know, we need a sergeant at arms because Sully’s a pussy.”

Cruz tipped his beer to his lips and finished it. Tonight wasn’t about prospects.

“Retired pussy.” Sully raised his drink, and several guys laughed. “And my daughter has bigger balls than most of the men in this room.” He directed a contrite smile to Rogue. “Not bigger than yours.”

Another round of laughs followed, and Levi’s baby started to cry. Rogue leaned back in his chair, and Willow handed him the fussy baby. Once he put her on his chest, she settled.

“Sully, you raised a Heller,” Blade said. “Per her usual bitching, even though it was unanimous with the board, our resident ball breaker has conditions. Before she’ll sew on the sergeant at arms patch, she wants a general vote. I need a yes from every patched member.” Blade shoved his hands into his pockets. “Sergeant at arms. You all know what that entails. She’ll be chief law enforcement officer of the club. You gotta problem, you’ll go to Jazzy. I want you to know where I stand. I don’t want anyone else. She’s earned her place. She logsenough road miles. She’s fucking bled for this club. What do you say?”

Dozer was the first aye in the room and set the tone. Dozer wore the enforcer patch. If Jazzy determined someone broke club rules, it would be up to Dozer to enforce the punishment.

“Aye.” Sully smiled at Jazzy. The room erupted in ayes. And when Blade called for nays, the only sound in the room was the gurgle and soft whimpers of the baby. Levi took her from Rogue and headed toward the hall leading to the bedrooms.

“Drinks are on Jazzy.” A round of cheers went up, someone cranked up the music, and shots made their way around the room.

Jinx, one of Bullet’s girls, brought a tray of drinks to the pool area. She smiled and came straight toward us. “Where’ve you been?” She offered Blue a drink, but he declined with a shake of his head. “Bullet said you’re going to start working for him again.”

Blue took a step closer to me. “Nah. The guys have me working at the shop.”

“Hellers and their Harleys.”

Good thing she said Harleys and not whores. Because Blue was mine now. Pike snagged two shots off her tray and handed one to Brenna.

“Save me a shot,” Cruz said, lined up his stick against the cue, and scratched.

“This is going to be the worst game ever,” McKelle said. “Should we make a bet on how long it takes someone to sink a fucking ball?” She grabbed a shot and tossed it back. “Jazzy is going to have to take out a loan for tonight.”

I leaned into Blue. “Don’t not drink because of me.”

“I’m not.” He slapped my ass and lined up to take the next shot. “Do you want truth or a dare?”

I laughed. “I’ll be happy if you just sink a ball.”

The cue cracked against a cluster. The fifteen ball dropped into the corner and the four followed it in.

“Truth and a dare,” McKelle said.

Blue leaned his ass against the edge of the table. “Truth,” he said to me, “and the dare are the same.” His gaze pierced into me, daring me to resist. “Truth, I know you want to see the baby. Dare, you’ll need to talk to her.”

Not this. I wasn’t ready.

“I do, but not tonight. It’s too soon. But I will.” I had to because I needed to apologize even though, if I were Levi, I’d tell me to fuck off. Some things couldn’t be forgiven.

“My turn.” McKelle lined up her shot, hit the cue ball perfectly, and dropped a stripe. She rubbed her hands together. “A dare for Cruz needs to be brutal.”

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