Page 1 of Up in a Blaze
CHAPTER ONE
HENRI
Once again, I sat in the common room at the Diamond MC surrounded by bikers and their better halves. If my maman had asked me years ago if I would set foot in a place like this, I would have laughed heartily and told her I likely would have been killed if I even tried to enter their territory for being my wonderful gay self.
To be truthful, I was quick to judge people. But still, I think their acceptance of me had a lot to do with my ex-employee and best friend, Dusty. She was now married to their president, Country, and they had a little boy bébé named Seth. I had begged for them to use my name, but Country kept shooting down my dreams.
There were little monsters popping up here, there, and everywhere. Lucas and Wreck had their girl, Opal. Death’s woman, Raya, would spit one out in a couple months’ time. And Courtney had two of them. I was sure there were other members in the club with children, but I wasn’t as close to them as I was Dusty, Lucas, Raya, and Courtney.
Being around all these bundles made me crazy for a bébé of my own. However, I wasn’t sure my stomach could handle all the dirty diapers. I wondered if I could find an older child who needed my love.
A child in their teens.
Hmm, maybe that wasn’t good either. I had been moody throughout my teen years.
Maybe it would be best if I got a puppy.
But that would be if I could get a certain someone on board with the whole idea.
Warm arms slid around me from behind and pulled me back against a big hard chest. “When’re you coming back?”
Tipping my head to the side, I smiled up at Blaze. The only man who had ever had my heart.
And he was mine.
M. I. N. E.
“Are you missing me already, mon amour?”
“Just your face, not the attitude.”
Huffing, I pushed at his arms, but the big oaf wouldn’t move. He chuckled in my ear before I bent my head and nipped at his forearm, then stated, “I do not have attitude.”
Since Dusty was sitting next to me holding her bundle of joy, I heard her soft peals of laughter as she murmured, “Yeah, right, Henri.”
Glaring at her, I sniffed. “I do not.”
She reached out and patted my hand. “Sure, okay.”
She didn’t sound sincere, though. Not that I could blame her. I was fibbing. I’d been born with attitude, but at least Blaze liked it. He called me his firecracker.
“I will come out to you soon.”
He growled in my ear, “Be good.” With a pinch to my nipple, which had me squealing, he walked away.
There was no guess to where he was headed. If I wasn’t in his life, he would live with his little computer toys. Although, the room he was going to wasn’t his and Tech’s main setup. This smaller computer room was just for when he and Tech were here at the compound. Their main office had been moved to the Polished P & P escort, a brothel agency where I worked the front desk.
A job I had begged for.
A job I thought would bring me the happiness and excitement I’d lost when I owned my own florist shop.
But over the last few months nothing thrilling had happened. I even worked the busiest hours, from six to midnight, and yet, there was zero action.
Where were the shoot-outs, the asshole customers, the creeps?
All the customers I had met so far were regulars and seemed like nice men and women. I wasn’t sure how long I could continue working there if something didn’t happen.
Hopefully things would change in the coming days, because if I ended up leaving, the guilt would eat at me since Blaze and Tech moved all their equipment there when I started working.
