Page 30 of Blue

That was the beauty in the brotherhood. He could trust them. He wished that conviction went both ways. He didn’t want to fuck over his club or his woman. But there he was on the precipice of doing just that to both of them.

Thankfully, with that done, he made it to the clubhouse for an early morning meeting with Clark and Dash twenty minutes ahead of schedule. Just enough time to get a coffee and egg sandwich from Dixie, the former ol’ lady turned club slut.

If the situation were different, he’d have spent those twenty minutes with Blue. He missed the feel of her against his body, the smell of her skin, and the sound of her soft snores when she slept. He longed to taste her lips and run his fingers through her two-toned hair again.

In time.

He had to get his shit in order first.Thenhe could get his woman back. Stuff had to happen in order or else it would all fall to shit. Sighing, he got himself out of his head and focused on the here and now—and the woman before him.

He’d never known her as an ol’ lady, but her change in status had always made him wonder. How? Why?

She wasn’t talking, and Bowie took that information to the grave. One day, when he got his own shit sorted, he’d ask about someone else’s.

Chewing the last bit of bacon, egg, and cheese on a toasted English muffin, he knocked on the door to the president’s office. He’d give anything to just crash in his room upstairs. He would be asleep before his head hit the pillow if he got the chance. But he had things that needed to be done first.

After hearing the grumbling in the office, Mooky took a sip of coffee and opened the door. It could’ve been the lack of sleep or his nerves, but the combination didn’t help his stomach knotting in anticipation of the meeting.

Clark sat behind the desk with bloodshot eyes and a mug of coffee in front of him. Dash scrubbed his face in the chair opposite the president. Apparently, they’d had as much sleep as Mooky.

Mooky offered them a nod in greeting as he sat beside the VP of Odin’s Fury Motorcycle Club, Ohio Chapter.

“Let’s get to it,” Clark said as he pulled out a manilla folder. “Officer Holt.”

Mooky took a deep breath and put his coffee down on the desk. Anger prickled his skin. Cracking his knuckles, he wished each popping noise were the cop’s bones breaking.

Holt needed to learn not to mess with Mooky’s family, his club, and especially not Blue.

“We had brothers from our mother chapter look into him,” Dash offered as he ran his fingers through his facial hair.

The club president flipped through the papers in the file. Mooky clenched his jaw in anticipation.

Clark nodded a few times, then paused, lifting a paper as though to read it better.

The silence bore down on Mooky’s shoulders. The egg sandwich didn’t agree with his anxiety. He glanced from one man to the other before reaching for his cup of coffee out of nervous energy.

As a man of action, hehadto do something. He couldn’t just sit there.

“As you probably know, Sam told us he is new to the force.” Clark lowered the document.

“Fresh out of the academy,” Mooky confirmed as he balanced his coffee cup on the arm of the chair.

“Driven. Eager. Young.” Dash listed the traits Mooky had seen himself.

Okay. And?Maybe it was exhaustion or just plain impatience, but Mooky needed them to get to the point.

“What Sam didn’t know was why he has such a hard-on for Odin’s Fury.” Clark folded his hands over the packet of information.

“Well, you specifically,” Dash added.

Mooky hadn’t a fucking clue. Before all this shit started, he’d never seen the guy before.

“Does the name Eric Showalter ring a bell?” the president asked.

Mooky furrowed his brows and finished his coffee. He repeated it in his mind over and over as he scanned his memories.

“Vaguely.”

And by that, Mooky meant the guy who cut River’s hair was named Eric, and he was pretty sure Starla’s teacher was Mrs. Showalter.

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