Page 68 of Vapor

I skid to a halt outside my bedroom door. Inside my room, Blue and Jolene are locked in a fierce struggle.

“Stay away from him! He’s mine!” Jolene snarls, her green eyes blazing with jealousy and rage.

“Keep dreaming!” Blue spits back, shoving Jolene away from her.

The room explodes with chaos as Blue and Jolene tangle like a pair of wildcats, rolling across the floor while digging their nails into each other’s skin. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. My usually composed, sultry jazz singer is trading blows with Jolene like she’s a trained fighter.

“Enough!” I roar, stepping forward to intervene.

They don’t seem to hear me. Instead, their eyes are locked and brimming with murderous intent. Jolene bares her teeth, snarling like a madwoman.

“Vapor’s mine, you little bitch!” she hisses, her fingers clawing toward Blue’s throat.

“Fuck off, Jolene!” she retorts, using her legs to push the other woman away.

They separate momentarily, both panting heavily, but their fight is far from over. Jolene lunges at Blue again, aiming a punch at her face, but Blue ducks and sidesteps, managing to avoid the blow.

I could get between them and stop the fight, but Blue flashes a look at me that says I should back off, so I do. If she wants to finish this battle, then I’ll let her.

“You think you’re special, don’t you?” Jolene taunts, a malicious grin spreading across her face.“Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. You’re just another piece of ass to Vapor. He’ll get bored and toss you aside, just like he did with me.”

“Shut up, Jolene!” I snap, losing my patience.

And then, without warning, her fist connects with Blue’s gut, driving the air from her lungs. Seeing Blue crippled by pain ignites something primal within me, an uncontrollable rage that demands retribution.

“Get the fuck out of this clubhouse, Jolene,” I snarl, my voice cold and menacing.“Pack your shit and leave. Now.”

“Are you serious?” Jolene scoffs, glaring at me.“She should be the one to leave! I was here first!”

“Blue’s my woman,” I say firmly, making sure there’s no room for doubt.“You mean nothing to me. Now get out before I call Diablo up here to make you leave.”

“You’re an asshole, Vapor!” Jolene screams, storming toward the door.“You’ll regret this!”

As she slams the door behind her, I turn my attention back to Blue, my concern for her overriding my anger. She’s breathing heavily, clutching her stomach where Jolene’s fist landed, but the fire in her eyes tells me she’s far from broken.

“Are you okay?” I ask softly, kneeling beside her.

“Y-yeah,” she gasps, struggling to catch her breath.“I’ve had worse. I don’t think I ever mentioned it, but I went to a private boarding high school. The catty bitches were worse than Jolene, if you can believe it.”

“I do,” I say, sincerity lacing my words.“Blue, I won’t let anyone hurt you again. Not Jolene, not your father, nobody. You have my word. I should’ve made it clear to everyone that you’re mine.”

She looks up at me, her emerald-green eyes shimmering with unshed tears.“It’s not your fault. Jolene just waltzed into your bedroom like she owned the place.”

“From now on, the only woman who belongs in my bedroom is you,” I tell her firmly, wanting her to understand how important she is to me.“I’ll make sure all the other sluts around here know that you’re belong to me.”

A small smile plays at the corners of her lips as she reaches up to brush a strand of coppery red hair from her face.“I like it when you say I’m yours.”

“Good,” I reply, my heart swelling with pride and affection for this strong, incredible woman.

I lean in and capture her lips in a passionate kiss, feeling our connection deepen and grow stronger with each passing moment. I’m falling for her. Hard and fast. And I don’t care because it feels so right.

But as we continue kissing, a nagging worry creeps into my mind. Will Blue be able to adapt to life within the club? She’s never experienced anything like this before. The MC is dangerous, and we deal with violence in some form or another almost every day. I can’t help but wonder if the reality of being part of a MC will become a problem between us. I can’t bear the thought of losing her, but will she be able to handle club life? It’s not for the faint of heart.

As her body melds against mine and our lips move together in perfect harmony, I push those concerns to the back of my mind. For now, all I can do is focus on protecting her and making her feel safe and loved. And when the time comes for her to face the challenges of our world, I’ll be by her side every step of the way.

Chapter 17: Blue

The scent of sweet dough frying in hot oil is a salve to my frayed nerves as I stand next to Babet in the kitchen. She’s teaching me the art of making beignets from scratch, her laughter rich and warm as she guides my hands through the motions.

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