Saving Blu (Kings Reapers MC #4) - Nicola Jane Page 0,51
seen before, are filling the bar and the ol’ ladies are in the main room chatting and laughing together. Anna spots me and rushes over. “Riggs called lockdown,” she says. “He’s worried.”
“Vinn is too. I just text him and he’s sent my mum to stay with my uncles in Spain for a few weeks. We’re only here for the night until Vinn sorts out somewhere else for us to go. He thinks it’s putting everyone else in danger with me staying here.”
“Surely we’re all better staying together,” says Anna. I know I feel safer here with all these people, but Ricardo obviously has a part to play in all this worry, so maybe they’re worried he’ll come for me.
I join the rest of the women, catching up with Frankie and some of the others I haven’t seen in a while. She spots the ring on my finger and snatches my hand for a closer examination. “What the hell is this?” she asks, smiling.
“That is Blu marking her as his,” says Eva, wiggling her brows.
“No way!” gasps Frankie.
A movement from the circle of women all clambering to look at my ring catches my eye. I spot Hannah moving away from us and cringe. I didn’t realise she was there.
BLU
Blade hands me a beer and I take it gratefully. I’ve got to stay alert in case Vinn finds us a safe place this evening, but one won’t hurt. I see Hannah and smile. “You okay?” I ask and she nods. I kiss her cheek. “You look pale.”
“Sickness,” she says. “It’s bad.”
“Shit, sorry, Hann. Anything I can do?” She shakes her head.
“Gianna’s nice,” she says and my eyes narrow. I’m missing something. My brain is trying to catch up and then I see it—Hannah is upset.
“Can we talk somewhere?” I ask. “I need to tell you something.”
“If it’s that you’re getting married, I already know. If it’s that you bought her the same ring as me, I know that too.”
I wince. “I wanted to tell you. Everything was so rushed to get here safely—” I begin. She holds her hand up and I stop talking.
“It’s not that you didn’t tell me. Maybe I . . .” She pauses. “It’s just weird. I’m having your kid and . . .” She shrugs. “What if it changes everything between us?”
“It won’t. You and Molly are my number one girls. Nothing will come between us. But I have room for another and she’s it.”
“She might not let you come for dinner on Sunday or have date night with Molly on Monday,” she continues. “And the same ring, Blu? Really!”
I shrug helplessly. “I’m no good with shopping, you know that. You loved that ring so I figured it must be a good one.” I gently stroke my thumb down her cheek and smile. “It won’t change anything. Gia’s nice. You’ll like her, so will Alice. I can’t stay single forever just so I can keep supplying you lesbians with my sperm,” I joke and she smiles. I wrap her in my arms and gently kiss her on the head. “I love you, Hann. All of you.”
My eyes meet Gia’s, who’s standing behind Hannah and staring at me like a wounded puppy. She doesn’t look happy and I inwardly groan. All these women in my life are complicated. I smile but she doesn’t return it. Instead, she heads for the stairs.
I rush after her, catching her around the waist and pulling her against me. I place my mouth at her ear. “Stop,” I growl. “What’s wrong?”
“I heard what you said,” she snaps, trying to break free. I haul her against me harder and carry her up the stairs to my room. Once inside, I release her and stand against the door. She spins to face me. “Nothing will change. Hannah is your number one girl,” she spits. “You love her!”
I smirk at her outburst, which only angers her more. “Gia,” I say, calmly, “what you heard was a grown-up conversation with me reassuring my ex that nothing will change our arrangements, and it won’t. Of course, my child will be my priority. Both of my children.”
Gia places her hands to her face and groans. “I forgot about that. Oh god, it’s too complicated. You have a kid and one on the way.”
I take her wrists and move her hands from her face. “You’re overthinking again. It’s not complicated. Hannah is in love with Alice. They have two beautiful kids that I happen to be the father of. We’re