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An overwhelming sense of defeat washed over her. She couldn’t have anything. Her relationship with Mooky was in the toilet. Her career was beyond questionable at this point. She thought things were fucked before. Nah, she topped that.

Maybe a clean break from the club was the answer. She couldn’t keep apprenticing at Rune the Skin, even under Stella. She couldn’t face Mooky after all of this. They couldn’t control themselves. Nothing good would come from them being near one another, even professionally.

The thought of abandoning the shop, her friends, everything had her heart crumbling into a million pieces. Never could she have predicted her life would fall apart this epically.

All she did was fall in love with a tattooer who happened to be a biker. Their love could burn the world to the ground, but it was far too unstable to continue.

Blue and Mooky had too much between them. Addiction had nothing on their attraction. She’d never be able to turn him down. He felt too good, but the consequences were more than she could stand. They needed to separate for their own well-being.

In a daze, she thanked Nate as he walked her to her apartment door. He said he’d be in touch about her charges as she accepted his card. The rest of the morning blurred.

Exhaustion had a firm grip on her. Between the events, fucking her ex, and getting arrested, she was at her wit’s end.

She needed sleep.

She needed space.

She needed to disappear.

As she closed the door, she thought of the other tattoo artist she’d met with her aunt. Could she go there? Probably not. They’d essentially embarrassed him. Maybe she’d just leave Ohio. She could go somewhere bikers weren’t. She could start over.

Laughing at herself, Blue dragged her feet toward her bedroom. Where would she get the money to do that? No. She had to stay in Ohio but not in Akron. She had to put distance between her and Odin’s Fury.

CHAPTER 17

Mooky

There were former brothers serving hard time—real prison sentences. The length of their stay made it so they couldn’t partake in the patch over. Which was why they were former. If they got out, Odin’s Fury would cross that bridge.

Thankfully, Nate was a miracle worker, and Mooky got sprung. One day, maybe his former brothers would get their day of freedom.

As he walked through the doors of the county jail, out into the setting sunlight, he couldn’t imagine doing that sort of stretch. Inside the dank cell, it was easy to succumb to the despair of his potential loss.

The smell of fresh air reminded him of how good freedom felt and all that he could have going for him if he just fought for it. Missing any more of his kid’s lives would kill him. Never being able to touch Blue again would have him in utter hell. It’d be the best thing for her. He’d have to sacrifice for her, and he had to make his peace with that.

For now, none of that was a consideration. He trusted Nate to come through for him and sort it out so he wouldn’t have to go without the ones he loved.

The reprieve he didn’t deserve swirled in his chest. Relief that he wasn’t behind bars and had a chance to fix all that he’d broken took root in his chest. Unfortunately, he had quite the uphill battle to get to the promise land of happiness with his family.

Thankfully, he had Nate and Odin’s Fury on his side.

Seeing Mittens with the short, dark brown hair and a serious expression, Mooky nodded. He didn’t know Mittens all that well. He came from Montana, their new mother chapter, and didn’t speak much. When he did, he had a thick accent from Russia or something. Mooky wasn’t sure, and it felt rude to ask.

“Drew the short straw, eh?” Mooky attempted a joke to break the awkwardness when he reached his club brother.

Was that a half smile?

The guy was rather solitary—not in the standoffish way. He kept to himself.

Since most of the brothers either had jobs that kept them occupied during the day or worked overnight shifts and slept during normal waking hours, Mooky suspected Mittens was the only one available at this hour to retrieve Mooky. Mittens. Well, he was sort of out of place in Ohio. He belonged back in Montana. No one knew when he’d go back.

After they climbed into the cab of the pickup truck, Mooky looked over his paperwork. “They impounded my bike.”

“Assholes,” the other man hissed as he turned the key in the ignition.

“If you drop me off at the tow yard, you won’t have to keep driving me around.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

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