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“I lost my apartment when I was laid up.” Blue leaned back in the chair. “I’ve been staying in Blade’s room at the MC.”

A rush of anxiety slipped through my veins. I didn’t want him to see me going through withdrawals, but not having him close would be worse.

Blue’s gaze shifted to Jazzy. “I know she needs you, and you make the rules for this, but don’t ask me to leave her. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” Rogue curled his hand around his coffee mug. “Here’s how this shit is going to go down. Jazzy won’t be able to work her shift at Crew Custom Cycle. That means you’re working it. When you’re notbusy in the shop, I’ve got stuff for you to do. Bullet isn’t using you to watch his kittens. You need money. I’m giving you a way to earn some.”

Jazzy covered Blue’s hand with hers. “You don’t want to be here. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her. You can stay in the house with Rogue. Just be prepared to play cards with my dad.”

I stared at Blue, scared to be away from him but ready for this to be over. I wanted to get back to where we were before he was hurt, and I fucked us up. I wanted to feel more than the ache in my bones for another shot.

“You should go,” I whispered because I was at the precipice of hell. Sweat slicked my skin, and the dragon’s hot breath shivered down my back. My demon wanted another hit.

Blue stood, pulled me to my feet, and wrapped his arms around me. “I’ll get you whatever you need. Just have Jazzy text me.”

I breathed in the scent of him, felt the warmth of his body, and the strength of his arms. “Don’t give up on me.”

“Never.”

Chapter Four

Blue

I left Jazzy’s, went to the MC, and grabbed my stuff from Blade’s room. Everything I owned fit into two saddlebags. And I still had more shit than Kiss. I had a few bucks from selling weed. I could grab her a change of clothes and girl things from the store. I’d ask Jazzy what she’d need because wearing Rogue’s shirt was one step away from wearing his cut.

Fuck that. Not happening.

By the time I returned to the house, Sully had set me up in a room and left a key to the back door on the counter. Before I headed out, I climbed the steps to Jazzy’s apartment.

I knocked, and Jazzy let me in. “She’s asleep.”

I sat in the chair across from her and braced my forearms on my knees. “I know you have questions. I have a few of my own. And before you start mothering me, I know I’m in over my head, but I can’t walk away.” I stared hard into her eyes. “I won’t leave her.”

“You can’t be here when she wakes up, so we need to talk fast.”

“Why you?”

“Because I’ve been through it. Not me, but people I care about. I know what to watch for and when to call for help.”

“How bad is this going to be for her?” I hated the thought of her hurting. A medical detox would have kept her from suffering from the pain of withdrawal.

“I don’t know. A few days if she’s telling me the truth. She says she was using once or twice a day. Shooting and smoking. That’s not recreational. She’s going to have cravings for weeks, and she’ll fight the dragon for the rest of her life.”

I raked my fingers through my hair. “Fuck.”

“If you want to know if she’ll stay clean, I don’t know. You want stats, you can Google the numbers. They suck. Detoxing at home is a fast way to relapse, but treatment didn’t work for her, so maybe this is what she needs. Maybe you’re what she needs.”

“She was clean for a couple months, then I got hurt.”

Jazzy crossed her legs. “How do you even know her? Kiss hasn’t been at the MC for nearly a year.”

“A couple months ago, she came by Indulgence to talk to Bullet. I don’t know. We just clicked.” My jaw clenched. She’d been doing so well until that night, until she stepped back into the MC and had to face her demons. “I understand her.”

“She doesn’t want you to see her sick. Text me before you come up. And don’t get angry with her. She hates who she is on black, but she didn’t love the girl she was before either.”

I understood all too well what it was like to hate what you saw in the mirror.

“She needs clothes. What do I get her?”

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