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I nodded and climbed onto the back of his bike. “Thank you, Sully.”

He patted my leg. “You’re going to be okay, peanut.”

For the first time in a long time, I believed it, too.

Blue

After I’d spent the morning at the shop changing the oil, adjusting the chain, and doing basic maintenance on a cruiser, I headed over to the clubhouse with Blade and Dozer. Torch had work to finish up in the pit, but he would meet us at the clubhouse with his truck.

Willow planned to take Levi to her baby appointment. And then she was going to stall until we could get all their possessions moved from the MC to the house.

As much as I liked being close to Kiss, staying at Sully’s was never going to be a long term option, and the thought of being homeless again was a new level of insecurity. Knowing I had the room in the MC alleviated one problem but created another. I hated the twist in my gut, knowing she wouldn’t come to the MC with me.

Blade gave a nod to Dozer, indicating he should go on without us, then Dozer walked ahead and entered the chapel.

I hung back with Blade.

“I talked to Jazzy. Listen, we all know you’ve got something going with Kiss.” He put his hand on my chest to stop our progression into the club. “Blue, I’m just asking you to consider what might be best for her.”

“I have.” I was the one who’d hit every trap house in a twenty mile radius to find her. I was the one who left one dealer dead, and a couple of Crawlers in need of stitches. And I was the one drying her fucking tears because this fucking lifestyle was too much for her. So yeah, I’d considered what was best for her, and it wasn’t leaving her to the streets. “She’s good.”

“She won’t be if you bring her back here. The Hellers have never brought her anything but trouble. You weren’t around when she was OD’ing in the bathroom.I’m telling you this for her. Kiss and the club are toxic together.”

“The Hellers have changed.”

“Not that much.” Blade tapped the name patch on my cut. “You’re my brother, and I love you. I know you want to be there for her. Hellers aren’t dealing in heroin anymore, but we’re never going to be clean and sober.”

“Levi is. And it isn’t because she’s knocked up. Romeo deals weed, but I’ve never seen her high.”

Blade sighed and slid his hands into his pockets. “Levi isn’t an addict. I’ve already spoken to the board. We grew up with Kiss. I’m sorry, Blue. But I love Kiss too much. Don’t bring her back to the clubhouse.”

“And if I do?”

“This isn’t a request. You wear that cut, you put this club first.”

“Fuck this.” I huffed. “The club comes first, but not before your old lady. Don’t tell me any of you would listen to this bullshit. You’d fuck up anyone who said shit about Hana.”

“We’re not doing this. I’m not telling you who you can fuck. It’s none of my business.” He shoved his fingers through his hair. “But fuck you, Blue if you think Kiss isn’t my business. Watching her fuck her life up for heroin hurt all of us. You want Kiss, good. But you’re not bringing her to the clubhouse. Don’t fight me on this.” He pointed to his president patch. “This says the decision is final.”

I tipped my head back, drew in a calming breath, but I was fired up. I hadn’t planned to force her to come with me to the MC, but I hadn’t fucking thought my prez would forbid it.

“Blue, you didn’t watch her convulse on the bathroom floor. She was fucking dying. I had to pumpher full of naloxone. I had to watch my best friend fight another fucking demon because he felt responsible.”

I’d already come clean to Romeo. We were good.

Blade sucked in a sharp breath, released it slowly, and lowered his voice. “This isn’t about you. It’s about Romeo, Levi, and Dozer. We all love Kiss, and we know bringing her back won’t be good for her.”

“Don’t ask me to choose between the club and Kiss.” I couldn’t. I might not be part of the brotherhood, but I needed the MC. I needed Jazzy and the girls.

I glanced over my shoulder at the grating metal sound of the security fence sliding open. Bullet rode in with Stormy behind him. She waved as he rode along the row of bikes and dropped the kickstand.

“Lunch,” Stormy said, lifting a couple of bags. Bullet carried two more. His genuine smile felt like a punch to the chest. Facing the choice, I realized I needed to work through my issues with him. Over the last week, I’d gotten over my resentments toward him.

“I get it,” Blade said, drawing my attention back to our conversation. “You have responsibilities toward Kiss, but you have responsibilities to this club. Friday is a big fucking deal.” A smile crept across Blade’s lips. “Don’t say anything, because she doesn’t have a clue, but the Hellers need a new sergeant at arms. We want Jazzy. Maybe not so much Rogue.” Blade laughed. “He bitches, but he’s fucking proud of her. Sully knows.”

I couldn’t stop my own smile. This entire conversation was fucked, but I couldn’t deny Jazzy sewing on the SaA patch was epic. The girl idled at badass. Dozer wore the enforcer patch. But Jazzy would lay down the rules and bylaws. She’d be the law enforcer. Maybe I could get her to find a rule that would keep Kiss in the MC.

“Fuck, Blue. I’m not doing this to hurt you.” Blade cut into my thoughts. “You gotta know this isn’t about you. I’m telling you to keep her out of the MCfor her.” We started toward the door. “Trust me. You don’t want to be the reason she relapses. Hellers are her addiction the same as heroin.”

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