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There were roses and fish. Dragons and tribal markings. However, the wall where the head of his bed was—he’d worked on a mural of Odin.

Watching Ginger as she mulled over what to say, Blue spotted another white spot.

She’d never seen it before. Had it always been there?

Focusing in on it, she leaned to her left. Or her side of the bed, as it had become. Level with the bed, there was a white oval. He’d painted over something.

Inching more in that direction, she noticed some pencil lines.

Mooky had started a sketch.

What was it?

With wide eyes, she covered her mouth as she realized what she saw.

He’d drawn her. He planned to have an image of Blue on his wall.

“There’s just something about someone who will burn the world down for you. Someone who has the potential for such violence, who shows you nothing but kindness.”

Ginger’s words struck Blue right through the heart. Tears welled in her eyes.

“I made the decision that the risk was worth it to be with Daniel.”

With her lip quivering, Blue stared at the drawing.

Was Mooky worth the risk?

CHAPTER 30

Mooky

Mooky’s arms ached. He might have pulled a muscle in his back. It sucked getting old. Toby Keith danced in his mind. He wasn’t as brutal as he once was, but he was brutal once as he ever was. He didn’t have to take down multiple people.

There was one man to focus on.

Holt was on his side in a puddle of his own piss and blood. Teeth littered the floor. His entire lumpy, swollen face had turned several shades of purple. Shallow as they were, his breaths came out in wheezy whispers.

Holt’s blood dripped from Mooky’s hair as he dropped the pliers he’d used to peel off the officer’s fingernails as Holt whimpered through his broken jaw. The asshole bled everywhere.

“Mooky.”

He turned at the sound of his name coming from behind him.

Clark stepped into the dim light of the lone bulb. The club hadn’t voted on Mooky’s actions. His president hadn’t sanctioned what he’d done. He could be in deep shit, but he’d never regret it. Hell, he wouldn’t even apologize for it.

The low light cast shadows on Prez’s stern expression.

This could go either way.

If Mooky had flown off the rails for any other reason, he could totally understand if Clark stripped him of his officership. But not this.

“It’s after four in the morning,” Clark announced.

How long had he been out there?

“He’s still breathing?”

Mooky couldn’t tell if Clark asked or stated that comment.

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