Saving Blu (Kings Reapers MC #4) - Nicola Jane Page 0,16

check in and see how your date went.”

I roll my eyes. “Like you haven’t spoken to Ric already?”

“I spoke to him,” he admits. “I didn’t ask him about the date cos that would be weird.”

“He told me his family has been left in a mess after his dad’s passing,” I say. “What can he offer the organisation if he has nothing?”

Vinn smiles. “A man on his knees can bring us so much more than a man with everything.”

BLU

Blade hands me a beer. Since arriving here in London, I’ve kept myself to myself. Occasionally, I have a drink with Riggs or Chains, but most of the time, I’m a loner. I prefer it that way. I’m not the type of guy who talks about feelings and shit. I learnt early that giving too much away about yourself leads to heartache. When I was in the Manchester charter, Cobra would take information from the guys to use it when he needed something. I watched him break many men that way. I know Riggs is nothing like that and I’m learning to relax around his club. It seems like family is important to everyone around here, which is something I could get used to. It means I can’t fuck it all up by crossing the line with Gia.

“You ever feel like you’re missing out?” asks Blade.

I follow his gaze to where Raven is sitting with Chains. “What are you talking about?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “All the guys are getting ol’ ladies. I’m here like,” he looks around, “bring me pussy and lots of it cos I’m not settling for one. What is it about these women that my brothers can’t resist?”

I snigger. “Brother, you haven’t met the right one is all.”

“The right one?” he repeats.

“The one who’ll make all other pussy taste rancid. All you’ll wanna do is fuck that same bitch until the end of time.”

He shakes his head. “Not me, brother. It ain’t happening to me. You got someone?”

I shake my head. “Not anymore,” I mutter, taking a drink from my pint glass.

“Christ, who the fuck chopped off your dicks and fed them to the dogs?” asks Chains, joining us.

“I was just telling Blu that I’ll never get myself an ol’ lady like you dickless bastards,” says Blade.

“I once said the same thing,” Chains replies. “Now, I got one with a kid on the way.”

“Leia’s a different kind,” says Blade. “She’s all cute and innocent,” he adds and Chains raises a brow in warning. “I’m just saying there ain’t many around the club like her. Who the fuck is left for me anyway? I got Pinky,” he says, pointing to the landlady who’s serving from behind the bar, “or Frankie.”

I laugh at the thought of Blade trying to get with Riggs’ mum. “She’d eat you alive,” I point out.

The door opens and my breath lodges in my throat for the briefest of seconds as Eva, Anna, and Gia walk in. They join Raven at her table, not bothering to look in our direction. Since our kiss the other day, Gia and I have been avoiding each other. Or more like I’ve been avoiding her. She’s been out on her balcony every night for the last three nights, but I haven’t joined her. I don’t trust myself around her anymore.

“Gia’s looking good,” says Chains. “Why not have a crack at her?”

Blade shakes his head. “No thanks. She’s hot and all that, but I don’t fancy drinking my dinner through a straw when Vinn finds out.”

“You think he’d care?” I ask.

“Yes!” Chains and Blade say together. “She’s marrying a man equally as fucked-up as Vinn,” adds Chains.

“We were on the date,” points out Blade. “Ricardo Donini.”

“That’s the guy,” says Chains. “Heard he’s more brutal than Vinn and his dad put together.”

“He’s a dick,” I mutter and they both turn to look at me. “What?” I ask. “I don’t like the look of him.”

“What is it with you and the mafia?” asks Blade. “Why do’yah hate them so much?”

“They take what they want and fuck the consequences. Assholes,” I mutter.

I’d planned on an early night, I came to the Windsor for a quick pint and then I was gonna head home and see if I could sleep this dark cloud away. But watching Gia dance on a table while drinking from a bottle of vodka has me staying put. Tiny, the club’s prospect, takes her by the hands and guides her down from the table, mainly because she was wobbling all over the place