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My tattoo was just the heart with the skeleton heads. A heavier masculine version withStormy is my Queendivided up on the two sides.
Chapter 47
Stormy
One week down and everyvenue I’ve called is booked. It is Halloween in New Orleans. What the fuck am I going to do? I love the clubhouse, but I don’t want to be married inside it.
“Hey Queenie, are you ready to go?”
Fuck! I forgot. I’m going to Baton Rouge to meet Pops. He insisted on introducing me to a designer for my wedding dress. Who was I to turn down the man fast becoming a second father in my life?
“Let me shut this down and grab my purse. Who’s going with us today?”
“Blue. He’s outside on his bike waiting for us.”
In less than five minutes, we were out the door and on the road. Even Though the refit and remodel was finished, I’m still working part time for the club. I do all the ordering for the club.
“Are you getting tired of babysitter duty?”
“I don’t think of it as babysitting. I think of it as keeping our Queen safe.”
“Thanks, Cosmo.”
“I mean it. We all like you Stormy. Gambit chose his old lady well.”
Wow. That was high praise. I didn’t know what to say. Instead, I fiddled with the radio, switching stations until Lizzo came on. Cosmo surprised me by joining me in a singalong. We spent the entire ride switching stations to find songs we liked.
Cosmo pulled the SUV up to the front door of Mansurs. Thank Goddess I had on a nice dress and heels. The dress was a subtle plaid, robin’s egg blue and a subtle teal just a shade or two darker than the blue. It was form fitting with long sleeves and flared out at my hips.
It ended a few inches above my knees. The heels are four inches and have a butterfly wing design on them. They had pops of blue, gold and teal.
Blue opened my door helping me out. We were much closer in height in my heels. He was three inches over six feet. His shit kickers put him around six-five.
“Queenie.” He closed the door and offered me his arm.
I laughed. We were getting odd looks, but I didn’t care. Both Blue and Cosmo wore their cuts. While Cosmo’s was generic, one they used for the prospects, Blue’s was filled with patches. He had a commanding presence; a shit ton of muscles and he was covered in tats.
