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“Why do you think it’s meth?”
“Look, biker clubs don’t get donations from church ladies and PTA moms. But they have to make money. That’s how their members take care of their families and the clubs keep operating. It’s complicated, but meth can be made in a homemade lab. You don’t need land in Columbia to grow crops or the cartels in Mexico to traffic shit from other countries through South America for you, and meth is highly addictive, so it’s an obvious thing for clubs to get involved in. You cook enough of that shit up in a lab with the muscle to protect it, and once it hits the street it’s an almost immediate return of pallets of cold, hard cash.”
I quickly downed the rest of my margarita, feeling my head grow buzzy. But it also gave me courage to ask him point blank, “What do the Blue Angels do for money?”
He stared at me long and hard. “I can’t tell you that. It’s for your own protection.”
“From the law, you mean?” I asked.
He nodded. “We don’t involve our women in our business. If cops get wind of something and question our women, they don’t know shit. None of them, and I mean that. Not one. It’s as much for their protection as it is ours. But make no mistake, the Blue Angels don’t live within the confines of the law.”
My breath hitched. I knew they were criminals—I knew I was falling for a criminal, but for Colt to admit it outright had me spinning.
The waitress sailed by with my steaming plate of enchiladas. Despite what we were discussing, my stomach rumbled in anticipation. She set the plate down in front of me.
“Another marg?” she asked me.
I shook my head.
“Another beer, sugar?” she asked Colt.
His eyes remained on me when he replied, “I’m fine, thanks.”
She wasn’t able to hold in her remorseful sigh. “Enjoy.” She left again, leaving us alone.
I picked up my fork and cut into the blue corn enchiladas. They were too hot to eat, so I waited.
“What’s going on in your head,” Colt asked.
“I’m trying to process what you just told me.”
He looked down at his hands. They were big, scarred, tatted. They’d gently cleaned my feet and brought my body to the heights of pleasure. But they were the hands of a delinquent.
“I’m president of the club, right?”
I nodded.
“I’ve got responsibilities. I shoulder the burdens. The choices I make—some of them are gonna weigh me down. There will be times I come to you. Times in the middle of the night when I gotta sink inside you, to get some of that light in a world of dark. I’m gonna need to turn to you in a way that a hard as fuck man turns to a woman. You won’t always understand and you won’t get answers. But I gotta know if it’s something you think you can handle. For the long haul. Because I’m in this. And I want to be in this with you. Not just because Dev is on your ass and your boss showed up dead. I’ve wanted you since that first night at Dive Bar and if shit had been different, I would’ve come back and let you know.”
“Why didn’t you?” I asked, feeling the tequila buzz through my blood, making me heated.
“Was on a run out of town,” he explained. “I got back a few hours before you showed up on my garage steps. Didn’t like what I saw. Thought someone had put their hands on you.”
A slight smile appeared on my lips. “I wouldn’t stand for that, Colt.”
“Yeah.” He grinned. “I know that now. You’re feisty.”
“Does it ever get any easier?” I asked him.
“Does what ever get easier?”
“Knowing the people you love are in constant danger because of who you are and the life you’ve chosen to live?”
“I grew up this way. Grew up knowing what the Blue Angels were all about. It’s different for you.”
The blue corn enchiladas were finally cool enough to eat and my fork fell on them with purpose.
“Women and children are off limits,” he said when I’d put away half the plate and finally had to stop for breath.
