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It does no good.
If not for Blue’s voice, I would have been lost to them entirely.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
My eyes open and I slowly crawl to her. Grasping her chin with my left hand, I pull her face to mine, ignoring the way her eyes narrow and her jaw clenches above my fingers.
“Like I said before, you know nothing about scars.”
I’m lying. She knows something. It’s obvious in the way her body trembles just enough that I can feel it in the hold I have on her.
Blue tugs her face from my hold and scoots her body back far enough that I’m kneeling near her feet. “Then what the hell do I know?”
Soft laughter shakes my shoulders.
“Judging by your dancing, I assume you know how to fuck. That’s gotta get you somewhere in life. Is that why the dickhead you keep around is nothing more than a means to an end?” Tilting my head, I tease her. “Thought you said you don’t fuck for money.”
Pain explodes across my jaw, the bottom of her foot catching my face just right. I fall back, my hand going to where the bitch kicked me as she pushes to her feet and runs to the door. Light bursts behind my eyes, the pain easing until it’s only throbbing.
By the time my vision clears, Blue is gone, the door left open and the music from the club pouring in.
“Fuck…”
I shake my head from the impressive kick and push to my feet.
Any second now, security should run in to drag my ass out. I walk to the door expecting Patrick to appear, all three hundred pounds of muscle ready to tackle me to the ground. But when I get to the hall, it’s empty of any threats.
Only a nervous couple walks down, stopping at the second door a few rooms away from me. They don’t bother to look my direction before laughing nervously and walking into the room.
Assuming Blue called the cops instead, I walk down the hall, ready to be cuffed and hauled into a waiting car. But the club is normal without a single soul paying attention to me.
The bartender is wiping away a condensation ring from a drink left behind.
People are dancing.
The music is pumping, and nobody is running up the stairs in pursuit of me.
Confused, I glance up at Blue’s cage to see I was wrong that nobody was paying attention. Violet eyes peer over at me as she closes the cage door. We stare at each other for what feels like forever, but then she breaks that connection to start dancing again.
As if nothing happened.
As if the pain in my jaw hadn’t come from her.
What’s fucked-up is I still had time with her before Granger gets back from the fake emergency I paid for.
But much like I fucked up with Red, I fucked up with Blue, too.
I can’t do anything right.
My damn words were wrong again, but not for the same reason.
My phone vibrates, and I pull it from my pocket.
Where the hell are you? I’ve been waiting here with Priest for an hour. Get your ass moving.
A text from Shane. I sigh heavily.
I’d completely forgotten I agreed to meet them tonight at the shop. Looks like I fucked that up too.
