Page 12 of Blaze

It isn’t lost on me that I’m using Elenor.

While I'm giving her a life of luxury, I'm using her knowing that once she has my cut, no one else can wear it for at least five years. It helps that she's an okay lay, but now, all I can see is the brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen…

I look down the street and watch as they go into Carnage Grub, my phone ringing again and I squeeze the device in my hand, my body shaking.

This can’t be happening, I can’t deal with this.

Fucking Crash!

Shoving off the wall, I stalk to my bike before climbing on, then rev off down the road, heading towards the trailer park.

What do I do? Claim my fuck buddy? Or give in to what I’m suddenly feeling?

***

“Hey, baby,” Elenor husks as I climb off my bike from the doorway of the trailer. I shake my head as I walk towards her, and she grins, expecting me to take her in my arms and kiss her. Instead, I push her back slightly and walk into the trailer before going to her room.

“Blaze?” she questions, knowing not to call me my legal name anymore, and she follows me.

As soon as she gets inside her room, I turn to her and snap, “So when I tell you that I’m in a meeting, a club business meeting, you decide what? To continue to call and message?”

She flinches before crossing her arms over her chest as Halsy sighs, “Really, El? You know club comes first,” as she walks past, not stopping in the doorway, seeing I won’t be fucking her sister today.

Fuck, that is not a good fucking sign.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, playing on the innocence that she uses to get men to fuck her, “I just wanted to see when I needed to pack.”

I shake my head and remind her, “And to see if I’ll pay for your sister and all her bills, and to see if I’ve ordered the cut,” I sigh, “If I say it’s club business, then don’t keep calling, got it?!”

She nods once before her eyes slide to her bed, a glee shining that I don’t like. I side-eye it, before I shake my head in denial at the two unopened pregnancy boxes.

Bitch fucking please.

“There is no way you are pregnant by me, so don’t even go there,” I snap, and she flinches again.

“My period is late,” she whispers, and I growl, “And you fuck several men while refusing to be on birth control while I double glove.”

“That doesn’t mean it isn’t yours,” she says.

“I don’t want kids, Elenor, you know this, so why are you so adamant for me to be the dad if you are?” I ask, frustrated, not believing for a second that she’s pregnant.

I shouldn’t have mentioned claiming her.

“Would it be so bad? You’re claiming me,” she whines, and I snap, “If you’re pregnant, then I won’t be claiming you!” and her face pales.

Sighing, I look at the tests before I state, “Get dressed, I’m not trusting those things, we’ll go to the hospital, you follow in old man Gar’s truck.”

“But-but you’re claiming me,” she stutters, “I should be on the back of your bike.”

And just the thought of that makes me want to fucking vomit, especially when Blair's bright blue eyes hit me square in the fucking chest.

Shit, shit, shit.

“And if you are pregnant?” I question, and she makes face before she goes to her small closet. I walk out of her room, heading for the front door, but I pause when Halsy says, “You shouldn’t claim her, it’ll be the biggest mistake.”

I raise a brow at the woman and remind her, “That’s your sister…”

She nods and replies, “I know, but she’s also addicted to this life, she loves the sex, she’s not phased by the ugliness she lives in, she will destroy you,” her eyes race between mine, “She’s not pregnant, she wants to be and this needs to be the reminder you need that not everyone is bound to leave this place. She wanted you, she came onto you. She was fucking Gavin, he wasn’t raping her like she claimed, but she knew you’d have the need to save her because of your mom. Now, she wants you tied to her even though she knows you don’t love her. Don’t claim her, Blaze. Find a nice girl who you really deserve and not a whore wanting a free ride.”