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“Blizzard!” I cringed. Chelsea’s voice rang out loudly around the room. I could hear her feet pounding on the floor behind me. I took another shot of my beer and placed it back on the table, preparing myself for the onslaught.
“Chelsea,” Optimus growled as he no doubt followed closely behind his woman.
She appeared in front of me, throwing the chairs that were placed around the table I sat at out of the way so she could get in closer. She slammed her palms flat on the table, jolting my beer and causing it to topple. I caught it just as it rolled off the edge before it could hit the floor and shatter.
“You are not f-fucking seriously going to let her do this?” I placed the bottle back on the table and finally looked up at her. Her eyes were narrowed and her teeth were clenched.
“Do what?” I stirred, knowing exactly what she was talking about.
She fumed, lifting one of her hands and jabbing her finger in my face. “Don’t fuck with me asshole. What the hell are you thinking? She could get hurt.”
Frowning, I stared her down. “I’m wondering why the hell you care if she gets hurt?”
“And I’m wondering why you don’t,” she fired back.
I stood quietly. “I thought you had your memory back. Or do you need me to remind you what she did to you, to us, to this whole fucking club?”
Chelsea’s back straightened. Op stood back, watching us carefully, ready to jump in at any time should things become too heated. I wasn’t sure why he had even let it go on this long without saying anything. Maybe he’d tried to talk to her already and figured I might be the one to give her that wake-up call. Or maybe it was the other way around, maybe he thought it was me that needed it.
“She was the reason you almost died, princess.”
Shaking her head, she swallowed. “She’s also the only reason I’m still alive. She could have walked away, but instead she risked her own life and made that phone call that saved Op from being blown to pieces and led you straight to me.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, after she held a gun on you and forced you into the hands of a fucking psycho.”
I saw tears welling up in her eyes, but she held her head high like the strong Old Lady that she was. “She didn’t know. He lied to her, he told her things that weren’t true. She thought she was doing what was right for her family.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “You can’t tell me you’re going to stand here and defend her.”
“People deserve second chances.” She glanced over at Optimus, who just stared straight back at her. Op had spent so long pushing Chelsea away because he thought he was protecting her. He was wrong and it ended up hurting them both. Thinking he had lost her, he regretted every moment that he’d spent keeping his distance. Now he barely let her out of his sight.
“I can’t believe we’re even having this fucking conversation,” I muttered, scrubbing at my face with my hand.
“Don’t let her do it, Blizzard. Please?” Her eyes pleaded with me.
Chelsea was right about one thing. Throwing Rose in the deep end with this rival club could be an enormous risk. We were trying to get as much intel as we could, but realistically we could come up with nothing which would mean sending Rose in completely blind.
“She came to us offering her help. She’s not stupid, she knows what she’s getting herself into.” I folded my arms across my chest, trying to seem like I was firm in my thoughts. But really, my head was swimming just thinking about letting her do this. I had to keep reminding myself that I didn’t owe her shit—not my sympathy, not my gratitude, and definitely not my thanks. “At least, we know one thing, she’s fucking good at being fake.”
The words tasted sour on my tongue but they were true. Sure now I think about it, the signs had all been there. But at the time, we were all so wrapped up in the pity party that she was throwing that we never saw them. I’d be damned if I let my guard down now.
“I love you,” Chelsea sniffed. “But r-right now you’re being a cold h-hearted asshole.”
I held myself a little straighter. Chelsea had become family to me. She was my brother’s Old Lady and I knew that I’d protect her with my life. Her words hurt more than I expected. My hackles went up.
“She’s the reason you have that stutter and can’t control your words when you’re upset. She’s the reason you can’t walk right when you get stressed,” I shot back.
“Blizzard!” Op snapped, taking a step forward.
I ignored him, pushing my point across. “She’s the reason Op dragged you to the fucking doctor—”
Gritting her teeth she moved into my space. “No, she’s not. Your fucking brother over there knocked me up! That’s the reason I needed to go to the doctor!”
My breath caught in my throat. We stared at each other, not saying a single word.
Holy shit.
Once my mind processed exactly what she’d said, I couldn’t stop the smile that grew. I watched as her body sagged, the tense atmosphere quickly evaporating.
