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“Then I’ll have to go nomad.” Mooky didn’t want this taken away from him.

“What about Blue? Your kids?” Dash asked.

Mooky swallowed hard. His kids. Going nomad would mean leaving his kids behind. He’d abandon them and Blue. His lack of action felt like a snake coiling around his heart.

“We’d have to get Monty’s approval for this,” Clark said. “So, there’s some time.”

Star, River, and Blue gave Mooky’s life purpose. He put them in danger. He should be the one to end the threat. But doing it would mean barely seeing them. He’d have to essentially cut ties. If he didn’t, Holt would find a way to put him in jail.

He created this no-win situation. It was the only way out.

“It has to be done. He has to go to Nástrond to protect the club.” Mooky declared.

Dash stroked the length of his blond beard.

The price was fucking high. He’d have nothing left to live for, but keeping things as they were wasn’t an option. He’d wind up dead or in jail no matter what. If he took control of the situation, at least he would have that peace.

It’d have to be enough knowing he did everything he could to keep them safe. It’d be a sacrifice he would make. He’d burn the house down for them, even if that meant burning it with him inside.

His brothers’ heavy hesitance bore down on Mooky. He understood why they didn’t want to go down this road. It would bring a lot of attention on the club. He just didn’t see any other answer.

“I don’t like it.” Clark had a vacant look in his tired eyes.

“No one does,” Dash said.

“It has to be done,” Mooky repeated.

He’d never been surer of anything in his life. Holt had fucked with his woman, his kids, and his club. He had to die.

After a deep breath and scrubbing his face with both of his hands, the president of Odin’s Fury, Ohio Chapter, pulled his phone from inside his cut. “I’ll talk to Monty. We’ll vote on it in church tonight.”

CHAPTER 21

Blue

Blue lied.

Mammoth was aware of it.

Obviously, he knew why she’d texted about some mysteriously vague illness that would mean she couldn’t go to the shop that day. He was Mooky’s club brother, after all. Thankfully, he didn’t question it.

Blue would miss Stella and Mammoth. They’d welcomed her to Rune the Skin and taught her. They never judged her for her relationship with Mooky.

She’d miss more than just her co-workers. Her chest ached at the idea of never stepping foot inside the clubhouse again. She wouldn’t talk to Dash, and Sarah would probably become a distant memory. Their lives were Odin’s Fury. But Blue’s couldn’t be anymore. It hurt too much.

Blue had to move on.

Sifting through her wardrobe, she decided she wouldn’t hide out in her apartment all day. She needed fresh air. Severing ties with Mooky might have meant she couldn’t study under one of the best tattooers in Ohio, but that didn’t mean she had to stop tattooing. After making a list of tattoo shops in Ohio, she plotted a brief road trip for herself.

It was time to be proactive. No more letting Mooky decide her future. She would call the shots.

There were a lot of places to get ink. She’d limited it to quality studios. She didn’t want just anyone being her mentor.

Neon pink pedal pushers complemented the black and white polka-dotted halter top with a sweetheart neckline she chose for the day. The victory rolls in her freshly dyed hair really completed the outfit. She added a chunky plastic bracelet and button earrings before she headed out.

Standing at her front door, she lifted her chin and took a deep inhale of the afternoon air. Not a single cloud blemished the sky. Instead, the sun had the audacity to shine brightly as hell, like it was some sort of happy day.

She could make it one. Her tattered heart and soul might no longer conceive of happiness, but she had to push through.

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