Page 116 of Blue

I fought to keep tears from my eyes. I wasn’t crying because I was some broken kid who couldn’t handle his shit. I was fucking pissed. Pissed I’d never fought back. Pissed I’d gone to my sister when I should’ve gone to anyone else. How could I be so naïve to think I was the only one?

Because I’d believed his lies and threats. Because I’d believed I couldn’t do shit about it. Because I’d been fucking terrified of him. Because I wasn’t strong enough to fight him.

Not anymore. Not with my Heller brothers beside me.

If there were other victims, living in fear wouldn’t be enough punishment for him.

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By early afternoon, my drunk had morphed into a functioning buzz. Bullet and Rogue were meticulous in planning.

“Give me some time to make some inquiries.” Bullet had connections because of his pimping days. Judges and cops liked paid pussy. But he’d also become involved with the Italian mafia because of Stormy. “Marco Bruno is head of the Bruno Family. He and I came to an understanding. I stay out of his business, and he’ll stay out of mine. But we both got no problem disposing of sick fuckers who prey on kids.”

This was why I wanted to handle this on my own. Cruz and Kiss would take my secrets to the grave. I trusted Bullet and Rogue, but Bruno was mafia, and fucking mafia already fucked me once.

“Your name will never come up, Blue. No one but us four will know what’s going down.”

“And Kiss,” I said. “I’m not hiding anything from her.”

Rogue leaned back in his chair. “You aren’t the only one taking risks, Blue.” He stubbed out his smoke. “Kiss is like Jazzy. You tell her too much, and she’s going to want to be involved. What she doesn’t know, she can’t interfere with. I promise, you don’t want her with a vendetta of her own.”

After the way Rogue and Bullet had intimidated her and McKelle out of the MC, I wouldn’t have to say anything. She already knew I was going after Carl. She was too smart not to realize these three were getting involved.

The MC door swung open. McKelle and Kiss came in laughing. As soon as our gazes collided, her laughter faded.

“We good?” Bullet asked.

I nodded and separated from the guys, and she set her helmet on the table, then walked toward me.

“If you’re still talking, we can come back,” she said.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my nose in the warm, sweet heat of her neck. “Missed you,” I mumbled, running my lips along her neck.

She felt good in my arms. I dipped my hand lower and cupped her ass. My cock stretched behind the zipper of my jeans. I pressed closer, wanting her to feel what she did to me, to show her I wasn’t fucking broken anymore. Not when I was with her.

She leaned her head back and smiled up at my face. I lowered my mouth to hers, parted her lips, and touched my tongue to hers.

She hummed, stood on her tiptoes, and twined her arms around my neck. The kiss was wild, hot, and over when Cruz whistled. “Get a room.”

“We have a room,” I said, keeping my hands on her.

“I need you at the dance studio in the morning,” Bullet said to me. “We need to be ready to open next week.”

Rogue followed him out of the chapel.

McKelle grabbed her helmet. “I can’t stay,” she said to Cruz. “Dad needs help at the track, and I need the money.” She waved at Kiss and strode toward the door.

Cruz walked her out, and I was alone with Kiss.

“What happened?”

“I’m done talking about Carl.” I kept my arms around her as I walked her backwards toward my room.

Her eyebrows shot up. “You told them everything?”

“How was your meeting?” I asked to change the subject.

“Sad but good.” She curled her fingers around the waistband of my jeans. “Are Bullet and Rogue going after Carl?”

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