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“Oh, I work with Trixie,” Bruce said, holding out his hand to Blade. “I’m—”
“I know who the fuck you are. And I know what you’ve been doing to Trixie and now my sister. If you come near either of them again, I’ll fucking kill you, am I clear?” Blade almost whispered. Trixie quickly looked around to make sure that they weren’t drawing unwanted attention to themselves.
“I see that you’ve decided to slum it over taking my offer, Trixie,” Bruce said, dropping his hand back to his side. That was a smart move since Blade looked about ready to rip it from his shoulder.
“Trixie has taken a restraining order out against you, and I suggest you follow it,” Blade spat. “Or I will make sure that you are put behind bars for a damn long time.”
Bruce barked out his laugh, not taking any of Blade’s threats seriously. Why would he? Bruce thought that he was invincible. It’s one of the reasons why he kept coming for Trixie. He wasn’t about to give up now, even with Blade’s threats. “You can’t stop Trixie and me from being together,” Bruce insisted. He was delusional and arguing with him wouldn’t do her or Blade any good.
“Blade, I think that we should go now,” she said, putting her hand on his massive chest to stop him from taking another step in Bruce’s direction. “Don’t give him what he wants.”
“I want you, Trixie,” Bruce said. “And I don’t think that Blade has the power to keep you from me. You belong to me.” Bruce took a few steps back, giving them the illusion of space, but Trixie felt anything but free of him.
“We’ll take that tree,” Blade said to the man who was still holding it up for them to make a decision. “Can you toss it into the back of my truck?” he asked.
“Sure,” the man said. He looked between Bruce and Blade, trying to figure out what to do next. “I’ll do that now.” He toted the tree off to Blade’s truck as Trixie put her hand into Blade’s.
“Can we go now?” she whispered. She was on the brink of losing it and that was the last thing she wanted to do in front of Bruce.
“Of course,” Blade agreed. He wrapped a protective arm around her waist and pulled her close.
“I’ll be seeing you again soon,” Bruce called after Trixie. She couldn’t help the sob that bubbled up inside of her chest and when the tears started to freely flow, she leaned against Blade, letting him comfort her.
“Have you told your boss about that asshole?” Blade asked.
“No, he’s technically my boss’s boss. Bruce is in control of most of my department. If I report him and HR ends up believing him, I could lose my job.”
“Well, we’re going to have to do something because he won’t stop coming for you and if he doesn’t, you’ll have to give up your job.” She loved her job as a social media influencer. She was good at it and the money was great.
“I can work from home most of the time,” she said. “So, I’ve been able to avoid having to see Bruce every day, but you are right. I might have to change jobs, and that will just suck.”
“Or, you can report that asshole and get him fired,” Blade countered. “I like my plan better,” he teased. She did too, if she was being honest, but Bruce seemed to have this way of always landing on his feet. She chanced one last look across the street to find Bruce still standing there, watching the two of them as they paid the man for the Christmas tree and got into the truck. Blade was right—Bruce needed to be stopped and the only person who might be able to do that was her. Now, all Trixie had to do was work up the courage to report him to HR and hopefully, keep her job in the process.
* * *
By the time they got back to Blade’s house, she was able to calm down some and try to relax. “I’m starving,” she whispered.
“Well, I can make us something to eat after I haul the tree in,” Blade offered.
“How about if I cook us some dinner while you grab the decorations you have and get the tree up?” she asked.
“That sounds like a good plan to me. Plus, you might have just saved both of our lives. I’m a horrible cook,” he confessed, making her giggle.
“I don’t know,” she said, “when we were kids, you made a pretty decent hot dog on a stick.” He had built the fire, found them all sticks, and roasted hot dogs while the girls pretended to be camping out. That lasted as long as the rain held off, but once it started pouring, they called it quits and headed indoors for a regular sleep over. Of course, that also involved spying on Blade and having him threaten to beat them both into a pulp, but Trixie knew that he’d never hurt either of them.
He barked out his laugh, “They were still cold on the inside if I remember correctly,” he reminded. They were, but she thought that they were the best hot dogs she had ever tasted because Blade had made them for her. She was head over heals for the guy since that day, and she couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t like him.
“Well, I thought that they were perfect,” she insisted. “But I promise to make you something better than hotdogs tonight. That is if you have stuff in your refrigerator.”
“It’s fully stocked,” Blade said. “One of the guys from my club did some grocery shopping for us and put it all away.”
“Wow,” she breathed, “that’s quite a service.”
“He’s being patched in and has to do what we ask him to do. I figured that grocery delivery sounded like a good job for him and well, it was probably the easiest thing he’ll have to do all night. Savage likes to give the kids hell when they patch into the Royal Bastards.”
She gasped, “Do you mean like killing people and stuff? Are you part of a gang, Blade?” she asked.
He chuckled, “Not quite anything like that. We don’t kill anyone who doesn’t need killing. But sometimes, things get a little rough around the club. If the guys need help, we all chip in, and if our hands get a little dirty, so be it.”
