Page 53 of Blue

Blue squeezed herself tighter. Mooky had put her first.

She could feel it in her bones.

Her heart tore in half because it didn’t matter. Tears welled in her eyes. They couldn’t be together. Not after all of this.

“I don’t even really understand what happened.”

She hated this feeling. She wasn’t a helpless princess in a tower with a dragon holding her captive. Bile rose in her throat at the thought of being in this position.

It felt like the entire world fought against her and Mooky’s happiness. The odds were horribly stacked against them in the worst way.

Nate tucked his phone away again and rested his wrist on the steering wheel. “Well, I’m still catching up, but from what I can tell, someone doesn’t like Mooky.”

“Just one person?” Blue scoffed.

“Fair, but what it means for you is this. They charged you with solicitation and indecent exposure.”

Blue’s heart dropped. “What?”

A hooker? They thought she was a fucking hooker?

“I don’t fuck for money.”

He put a hand out as though to stop any more words from coming from her. “I know. It’s really trumped up. If I can prove what your man in there said, I can make it go away.”

She glanced toward the county jail. “Are you going to make me go away?”

“What?” He coughed as though he had been drinking coffee and it went down the wrong pipe. “No.”

Blue focused on him.

“Charges. I get charges dismissed.”

She nodded. “Can his drop too?”

Nate shrugged. “His are a little more nuanced than yours.”

Blue sighed. Of course they were. Everything with Mooky was complicated. The man didn’t do easy.

“I guess I’ll go home.” She needed to check on Stella. That poor woman went home with a prospect of all things.

“Sounds like a plan,” he said before starting the car.

After Blue gave her address, she listened to the half conversations Nate had on his phone while they drove. She didn’t have anything to add to the situation. Apparently, he needed footage from people’s cameras.

Hopefully, he could get it. She didn’t know what it had to do with anything, but if he had it, maybe he could get Mooky out. That was the goal once he got her home. Mooky shouldn’t be in jail. His kids needed him. The shop needed him. Odin’s Fury needed him.

Dash would kill her if he lost a brother because of Blue.

Fuck Dylan. Fuck him in the ass sideways with a giant ogre dick. That rat bastard—a fucking cop.

Her fingers curled into fists as she thought of the man who had been following her around. Lying bastard. Snake in the grass. Of course he was a cop.

Sighing, Blue covered her face with her hands. Fatigue chased away her anger. She was too tired to be mad.

They thought she was a prostitute. All because of fucking Dylan. She’d bared her ass in public and not the way she’d ever intended.

How was she supposed to go back to the way things were before? What life did she have? Damnit. She had a shift at the shop later. Would she have the energy to show up?

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