Page 50 of Gypsy's Lady
“Then we blew up a national monument, just to see what the C4 would do in an open space.”
Gypsy whipped his head to the side and regarded Blue Line with shock. “What the fuck?”
“Wondered when you were coming back to me, brother. Got your head stuck in your ass for a minute there?” BlueLine was grinning, white teeth shining in a broad smile. “You know Seabass isn’t going to do anything, right?” Gypsy glanced back to where the small group stood around the pool table, just in time to see Kelsey bending over, her rounded ass hiked in the air as she struggled for position to take a difficult shot. She was balanced on one foot, the other angled out behind her, tiny ankle visible asher pants rode up. Her shirt had rucked up in the back, too, and a sliver of honeyed skin showed above her waistband. She took the shot and then stood, high-fiving Mela as they traded places.
“Nope, I don’t have that first clue, brother. But, I know she wouldn’t encourage him, and if he lays one fucking hand on her, I don’t give a shit what he is to you or this club, he’ll lose the appendage.I wouldn’t miss a lick of sleep about it, either.” The brunette approached Moby, rolling up on her toes to get near enough to speak quietly to him. “Fuckin’ kill the man who touches my Kelsey.”
“See the pretty gal with dark hair?” Blue Line lifted a hand and pointed one finger, directing the motion to the brunette. “That’s mine.” Gypsy glanced at him in time to see an appreciative leer crossBlue Line’s features. When he looked at the groupagain,the brunette was posing for her man, pretending to throw air kisses in his direction. “She’ll keep Kelsey safe. Belle won’t take any shit from anyone, and trust me—” He grinned, tipping his head to the side to glance at Gypsy. “—she’s gotten herself into enough hot water over the years that I know my words are true. Don’t matter who youare or what position you hold, if she doesn’t approve of what you’re doing, she’ll let you know.”
“Belle? Been with her long?”
“A while.” Blue Line shrugged. “She could tell you exactly. Tells me the day we met was her lucky day. She was hooked with an Outrider when I first saw her. Not by choice, if you get me.” He paused and sucked in a breath. “Woman’s different now than then. Been a blessingto watch her blossom without him around to beat her back down. He’sin the pen, and she’s in my bed. Worked out in my favor all around.”
He watched as Belle leaned against the wall behind Kelsey, her pose a study in relaxation he knew was a lie. Her head was on a swivelandshe looked poised to leap into action at the least provocation. “She knows about Kels?”
Blue Line shook his head. “Nope.That’s just my Blue Belle finding a chick tomotherhen. Your woman can’t go wrong with my woman at her back.”
Gypsy glanced around at the men in the room, seeing the space bordering where he and Blue Line sat had grown as the novelty of having an ex-cop and current Rebel member wore off. The chairs they occupied were angled away from the main area, creating a feeling of privacy he realized heliked. Without giving himself too much time to think about it, Gypsy asked, “You saved her, then? Your Belle?”
Blue Line lifted his chin. “Yeah.Womanneeded saving. When I got to her, the asshole’d fractured bones in her face and broken her arm. She climbed right on the fucking bike behind me to ride away. I wanted to call a bus, but she wouldn’t have any of it.” He cleared his throat. “I stillhave connections, you know?” Gypsy nodded. He had the same, lines of communication back to the cops who wanted to make a difference. “I’d heard about this bad batch of heroin that was causing havoc in the nightclub scene. Tracked down the supplier who happened to be abrotherto an Outrider. Me and my boys, we watched for a while, checking the shipments going in and out of the warehouse they wereusing, and I saw Belle when they trucked in a bunch of girls.” He made a sound that was almost a growl. “Literally trucked them in. She was standing in the back of an open-bed truck, holding tight to the side. The door had hardly closed behind them before the screams started.”
“Shit.”
“Shit, indeed,” Blue Line agreed, his eyes still focusedacrossthe room. Belle was taking her shot nowandHurley was teasing her while Mela laughed. “Told my second, and there’s a reason he ain’t in that spot now, but we can hold that story for another night. Anyway, I told Jumper I wasn’t waitingforthe cops to show. Needed to shut that shit down. Didn’t matter we’d already called the po-po, things were moving too fast. So Jumper held back, and tried to hold back my men.” He cut his gaze over tolook at Gypsy, eyes hard. “Those boys are also cuts now, too.”
“Your second was willing to let you ride in alone? What the fuck was in his head?”
“No idea.He’dbeen with me for a while, which meant I surely didn’t expect it fromhim.” Blue Line took a long swallowofhis beer. “Anyway, I rode down the hill to the warehouse, hearing only a couple of bikes following me, and them too far behindto be effective backups. Walked up to that door and gave it a solid pounding. A real ‘put up all the shit because the pigs are here’ knock, ya know?” Gypsy grinned and nodded. A cop knock was something you learnedfast,because it was a sure-fire intimidation technique, effective even before the suspect had laid eyes on you. “Screaming. God, the sound was so loud, it rang through my dreams fordays.Fatman opened the door and told me, ‘Joo in the wrong place, hombre.’ I held up my piece, waggled it a couple of times to prove it was real, cocked it, and assured him I was not.”
Gypsy snorted. “Jesus, you did not.”
“Did. Happened. Belle can attest.Fatman backed awayandI walked inside. It was…nothing I ever want to see again.” Pulling in a hard breath, Blue Line blew it out in along stream. “Girls who hadn’t fought were being raped in every hole. Blood, snot, vomit, and shit everywhere. In the fifteenminutesit took me to get there and get inside, two of them had died. The girls who didn’t agree were getting it worse. Belle’s man was holding her while another man tried to get a clean shot of fucking her in the ass. He wasn’t getting it done because she might have beenfucked up worse than I’ve ever seen a woman take and live, but she wasn’t going down easy. I capped seven of them before my boys rolled in. Used fists and feet on the bastard who’d put his hands on her. Used a pipe on the man holding her. She—” He grinned suddenly, the solemnmood breaking. “So, get this. She walked up to me. Wobbled, really, but still under her own power, and asked me to helpher get away. Then she whirled around and spit on the Outrider. Spit on his face and turned to me. ‘I’m ready to go now.’ As if we’d been having dinner and she decided she wanted to go home.”
“What’d you do?”
“What do you think I did? Put her on my fuckin’ bike and took her home. Medic patched her up at the clubhouse until I could get her into a plastic surgeon. He put her face back together.She’s been with me ever since.”
Gypsy rolled the empty bottle of beer between his palms. He knew what he wanted to ask but wasn’t certain he was ready to hear the answer yet. Still, he wanted to know what Blue Line thought.If I don’t ask, Iwon’tknow. “Been with you since?” Blue Line nodded. “You ever wonder if she’d be better away from this?” He gestured to the room which had been steadilyfilling back up as the sun went down, leaving the air outside chill. “If you’re keeping her for you, and not for what she needs?”
“I don’t care.” Blue Line’s words were delivered in a flat tone, no-nonsense words that told exactly what he wanted to convey. “If she’d be betterbutI wouldn’t be there to see it? I don’t care. She’s mine, and she’s staying here. With me. That’s that.” He liftedan eyebrow. “You thinking your woman would be better off if you ghosted on her?”
“Maybe?” He stumbled over his words, trying to get the real meaning out. His deepest fears. “No. Not really, but sometimes I wonder. I wonder if I’m keeping her for me.”
“So the fuck what? Is she happy with you?” Gypsy narrowed his eyes at the questionandBlue Line huffed a laugh. “If she’s happy, then let herbe happy. Don’t overanalyze thingssothey make sense to society. You want her with youandshe’s good with it, so leave it be, brother. You’ll never know what leaving her might look like.”
Blue Line stood and with hands on his hips stretched, arching farbackwards. “Come on, I want you to meet Belle.”
Gypsy followed him across the room, and about halfway there, realized Kelsey had noted theirapproach. Her gaze was glued to him, eyes bright. The apples of her cheeks lifted with a smileandhe marveled anew at how beautiful she was. If he let himself go there, her flawless skin would be so smooth under his hands. She had small but firm breasts, just right to weigh in his palms. Her mouth was perfect, broad and full-lipped, ready to wrap around the head of his cock, sucking him hardwhile he thrust deep. Gypsy stumbled, catching himself. Kelsey’s smile fell awayandshe watched him closely, shoulders only lowering an inch when he grinned a reassurance at her.
“Belle, this is Gypsy. He and I go way back.” Blue Line lifted an arm,andthe brunette slipped into place beside him, shoulder to shoulder. “You’ve made yourself acquainted with his Kelsey, yeah?”
“Isn’t she justthe cutest thing?” Belle smiled politely at Gypsy. Kelsey stepped towards himandhe held out his hand, inviting her closer. A moment later she was pressed tight, her cheek against his ribs. “She’s from Australia. Did you know fucking is called rooting there? Hilarious!” She lowered her voice, mimicking Blue Line’s when she said, “Wanna root, honey?” Her voice returned to normal, threaded throughwith laughter as she answered her own question. “Rootin’ tootin’, I do.”
At Belle’s words, Kelsey started shaking, and it was only after a few terrifying seconds, Gypsy realized she wasn’t freaking out. No. She was laughing. He stared down at her in surprised wonder and watched as she intently studied Blue Line and Belle. “Havin’ a good time, darlin’?” Kelsey tipped her head back, staring upinto his eyes. She nodded solemnly. “Good. I’m glad.” Smiling, she looked back where Blue Line was attempting to help Belle line up a shot on the pool table, his efforts more focused on stroking up the inside of the woman’s thigh. “We’re staying in a room here at the clubhouse. Let me know when you’re ready for bed, okay?”
Without looking at him, Kelsey said, “I’m a wee bit knackered, Gypsy.I think I’d be ready to head up whenever you are.”
“Then let’s go. I’m tired, too.”
