Saving Blu (Kings Reapers MC Book 4) by Nicola Jane (classic reads .TXT) 📕

A knife whizzes past me for the third time in less than twenty-four hours, hitting Cobra’s raised arm. The gun hits the floor. “Fuck, Blade. Warn me when that shit’s gonna happen,” I yell.

“I’ll come up with a code word,” says Blade.

Cobra’s arm pisses blood out onto the floor and he holds it with his other hand. “Now, let’s play a real game,” says Chains, tucking his gun in the waistband of his jeans.

I lean against the wall, watching as Chains proves why he got his road name. Cobra has a thick metal chain around his neck. The other end hangs over one of the roof rafters and rests in Chains’ hands. He begins to pull it. “Wait,” yells Cobra. “I’ve got a kid,” he adds.

“Am I supposed to care about that?” I ask, pushing off the wall and moving closer. “All the damage you did to my kid, not to mention taking out someone she loved.”

“No, please, she doesn’t know about me. I have no right asking for favours,” he rushes out. “But please watch her.” He holds out a crumpled bit of paper. I snatch it and look down at the name and address scrawled across it.

“You want me to watch over your kid?” I ask, laughing. “You got a fuckin’ nerve.”

“She might be in danger because of me,” says Cobra. “That’s why I came to London in the first place.”

“Oh, and there I was thinking you came to see us,” says Chains, pulling harder. Cobra grips the chain, trying to release the pressure on his neck.

“She’s innocent in all this,” he chokes. “Please. I was a Kings Reaper too. Please. She’s got a shop right near your club, a sweet shop,” he adds. I glance at Blade, who’s already moving towards me with the girl still tucked at his side. He takes the paper from me and looks at it for a second.

“We’re not watching over her for you!” snaps Chains. “Go to hell knowing you put her in danger,” he adds, pulling the chain and lifting Cobra off the ground. His legs move fast, trying to find a hard surface to save himself. I watch the life drain from him as he takes his last choked breath and a peace passes over me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. For Alice.

GIA

“I’m missing three fuckin’ men and no one seems to know where the hell they are,” yells Riggs.

“He didn’t say. He just said he’d be back soon,” I offer feebly. Frankie places the coffee pot in the centre of the dining table.

“Why are you always yelling,” she mutters. “Just ask a question instead of shouting.”

“You’d be yelling if you had as much stress as me,” mumbles Riggs, pouring himself a black coffee.

“Maybe they went for a run or something,” says Leia with a smirk.

Riggs glares at her. “Maybe your boyfriend wants to spend another night in my cellar?” She pokes her tongue out.

Anna joins us and Riggs snatches up his coffee. “I’ll be in my office,” he snaps, ignoring his wife and storming out. Anna takes a seat, oblivious to me, Leia, and Frankie all staring at her. When she realises, she gives us a weak smile. “We argued,” she explains.

“Again,” says Frankie. “That man is testing my patience.” She storms out the kitchen.

“Are you okay?” I ask Anna.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s a regular thing these days. Never mind me, how’s you?” she asks, placing her hand over mine.

“I’m fine. A little groggy but thankful I wasn’t seriously hurt or worse,” I say.

“We could start a club,” says Leia. “Or write a book. Who’d believe the shit we’ve been through,” she says.

“It comes with this life,” I say.

We hear yelling and follow it out into the main room, where Riggs is pacing back and forth. Chains, Blade, and Blu stand before him like condemned men with a small blond female hiding behind Blade. “I want answers, now!” yells Riggs.

“I’m taking no responsibility for her,” says Chains, pointing to the woman. “Blu told Blade to deal with her,” he adds.

“I did deal with her. I brought her back here,” says Blade.

“That’s not what I fuckin’ meant and you know it,” says Blu.

“She’s a girl,” hisses Blade. “If you’re so brave, you do it,” he adds, holding a knife out for Blu to take.

“ENOUGH!” roars Riggs. “Who is she?”

“She’s a club girl,” says Blade. “From Cobra’s MC,” he adds quietly.

“Jesus Christ,” groans Riggs. “Why the fuck is she here?”

“She had nowhere to go,” says Blade.

“She also witnessed Cobra’s death,” adds Blu.

Riggs grips his head in his hands and crouches to the ground. “Someone tell me what the fuck you’ve done,” he mutters.

“He needed to go,” says Blu. “We couldn’t risk him leaving London without paying for what he’s done.”

Riggs stands and gets in Blu’s face. “Did we not say that we’d handle it? That he’d pay?” he hisses.

“Yes, Pres,” says Blu.

“Do you not answer to me now you’re mafia?” snaps Riggs.

Blu shuffles uncomfortably. He hates what Riggs is implying. “I’m a Kings Reaper,” he says. “Always.”

“What the fuck am I gonna tell the cops when they come here because we’ll be first on their fuckin’ list of suspects!” he growls.

“We had the clean-up team come and get rid of the evidence,” says Chains.

Riggs turns his attention to him. “Did you now? Well, aren’t you clever for thinking of everything.”

“No dead body, no crime,” shrugs Blade.

“You brought me back a fucking witness!” yells Riggs. “No dead body, but a fuckin’ witness to the whole thing!”

“She won’t say anything,” says Blade. “She’s good.”

Riggs shakes his head in disbelief. “I can’t deal with you idiots right now. Get out my sight. Put the girl in the cellar until I’ve figured out what the fuck to do with her.”

Heaven. After the last few days, that’s the only way to describe being alone and naked with Gia. It’s not like other times. I’m taking my time to explore her body, taste every inch of her perfect skin.