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Turning away from the lawyer, Mooky headed for the door to be returned to his cage for the night. He’d serve the rest of his existence if it came down to a choice between Blue and himself. His kids might thrive in his absence.

Blue had been right to end things. He was more than toxic to her. His presence spelled trouble for anyone in his wake. She didn’t need to be collateral damage. Neither did Star and River.

He thought of his brothers who didn’t have women. They were the smart ones. Sure, they took club ass to bed when they had the urge, but nothing that meant anything. They got their rocks off, putting no one in danger.

He might need to take a page from Cajun’s book. Flirt a lot, fuck a little, and stick to solitude. The biker life might not be one meant for girlfriends, wives, or kids.

A heavy ball of regret sank in his gut as he trudged back down the narrow hallway to his cell. The tiny ten-foot by eight-foot cell wasn’t large enough to contain the guilt he felt about all the pain he’d brought to Blue and his children’s lives.

After the officer opened the door, let him in, and closed it behind him, they removed the cuffs from his wrists. He glanced around the sparse room. Nothing there to keep him company but his thoughts. This was where he belonged. He might as well make himself comfortable.

He threw himself onto the thin mattress. The impact reminded him of his injured ribs. He probably should have brought that up.

If he got another chance to breathe free air, he’d make it count. Nothing would stop him. He would rid his family, his woman, and his club from the cop threatening all of those who were important to him.

CHAPTER 16

Blue

With her arms wrapped around herself, Blue sat on the most uncomfortable bed she’d ever had the displeasure of experiencing. And she’d been in a few of the clubhouse bedrooms. She didn’t want to touch much of anything in the tiny cell. What wasn’t stained looked wet. The distinct smell of body odor came from everything. Not to mention, the horrible jail uniform she wore seemed infused with the same stink.

Maybe if she made herself small enough, she could disappear. Her hopes and dreams sure had evaporated. What the hell was she supposed to do now? The bleakness of her situation swallowed her.

Blue wasn’t a saint by any means. However, she’d considered herself a law-abiding person, mostly. This was her first time in the back seat of a cop car. And in jail—behind bars.

What the fuck had she gotten herself into?

Her mother used to tell her “the people you play with are the people you stay with.” It was her mother’s way of trying to scare her away from hanging out with the “bad crowd.” She finally understood her mother’s words. She’d messed around with criminals, and became one.

Was it worth it?

She did her best to breathe through her mouth and not her nose.

Honestly, she couldn’t answer that. Mooky had given her so much, but was it all gone now? How long would she be in this shithole?

The chipped, or maybe scratched away, paint on the walls made it clear the previous tenants of her accommodations were just as happy about being there as she was.

The rap at the door startled her and caused Blue to jump out of her skin. She backed into the corner of the cell. They’d told her what to do, but that was hours ago.

Staring at the door, she expected it to open with all the clunking going on. Instead, a little rectangular door flipped back.

“Hands.” The order came from the other side.

Swallowing hard, Blue tentatively slid off the bed and inched toward the front of the cell. “What’s going on?”

“Hands,” impatiently, the guard barked at her.

Frowning, Blue cautiously placed her trembling hands through the hole in the door.

The familiar feel of cold metal cuffs hit her wrists, and she cringed. Dash flashed into her mind. The days before Mooky, when she dabbled in the VP’s kinky world, danced in her mind. They were nothing like this.

While his brand of sexy times may not have been Blue’s cup of tea, she’d humored him occasionally. What had once felt sexy now felt clinical. Her stomach knotted as the guard opened the door.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

Loud howls came from down the narrow hall. Jerking her head in the direction, she expected some sort of banshee monster to come attack them. Instead, she saw nothing but a row of doors.

“This way.” The guard, with arms as thick as her thighs and a mug that reminded her of a bulldog, nudged her forward.

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