Page 21 of Blaze

I claimed someone else, I offered my cut to a woman I’ve been fucking since we were fourteen. Yet, I fucking want Blair who I haven’t even known a month.

She’s intrigued me since day one, and that has been my downfall because I stupidly pushed to get that fucking cut made, a cut that the thought of Elenor wearing gives me fucking hives. Same cut I stupidly told Cage when he called me last week, to have ‘Shortcake’ stitched into the breast.

My phone vibrates again, and I swallow hard, knowing it’s Elenor, and I sigh as I walk towards my bike and climb on before starting her up.

The woman is doing my fucking head in. She knows I won’t allow her into the club without the cut, yet she shows up every fucking day like a patch chaser. And despite being told she couldn’t have sex for two weeks, the dumbass still allowed men to fuck her, causing more damage. She had to stay on antibiotics, so she’s pissed because I haven’t touched her either.

Just the thought of thrusting my cock inside her makes me shudder.

With one last look at the building, I ride off down the road, trying to ignore my body wanting to turn around and stay at the accountant's office.

Fuck I should have kissed her.

***

I walk into the trailer half an hour later, and Halsy rolls her eyes when she sees me and mutters, “She’s annoying as fuck, Blaze. Apparently, you’re going to buy me a big house and give me unlimited funds, I don’t want that, I’m content with who I am now.”

I sigh, “Fuck’s sake,” and Halsy nods.

“I also heard her tell a Charger, that for the right price, she’ll get some information on the club, you need to turn around and stay clear of her, Blaze. She isn’t an innocent girl that needs saving, she’s loved this lifestyle since walking in on me fucking my high school boyfriend then decided to fuck him herself, splitting us up. I know you want to save her because you couldn’t save your mom, who, by the way, I haven’t seen in a while, so I don’t know if you want to go and check on her, but El has money signs in her eyes. She always has, it’s why she went for my boyfriend…”

“Why are you only telling me this now?” I ask, ignoring the comment about my mom, “Why not tell me this years ago?”

“Because I liked watching you have sex,” she jokes, and I raise a brow. She sighs, “Because I never thought you would claim her.”

“I knew I’d never fall in love with her, she told me she didn’t want kids, I thought it was the perfect scenario,” I admit, but she shakes her head.

“I like you, Blaze. I’ve been around you your whole life, and one, you not being a dad would be a damn shame,” she says, “Two, being with my sister will slowly kill you because she will turn traitor for the right price. Don’t give her that cut.”

I want to tell her that I’m not, that I accidentally told Cage a nickname I gave another woman. Instead, I give her a nod, so she knows I heard what she’s saying.

I just don’t know how I can change my mindset. How I can promise to never hurt Blair? Right now, claiming El gives me an out for five years to try and get past this obsession I seem to have. Watching my brothers fall, I know I won’t get over it and that is so fucking scary because I don’t want to hurt Blair, she’s been hurt enough.

Shaking my head, I go to take a step towards the bedroom, but I pause when El screams, “Fuck yes!” faking an orgasm and grunts echoing, making me roll my eyes.

“And this right here shows that you’re not even jealous she has a man in there,” Halsy huffs before we hear a man grunt, “Fuck yes, suck that finger that was in my ass, I fucking love how dirty you are…” And El’s giggle, that is definitely real and not fake, echoes, and I gag.

Fuck that is nasty…

“As I said, she enjoys this life,” Halsy grunts before the door to the room opens as some sixty-year-old stumbles out laughing as she kisses his neck and pleads, “Baby, come back to bed, the next round can be free…”

He chuckles, “You know I have to get home to the wife,” and I raise my brow.

“I don’t touch married men, baby, I swear,” El whispers as she takes a seat next to me on the rickety steps of my mom's trailer, “I may sleep with men for money because I don’t have a choice, but you are my main focus. I don’t want you to think I would stoop that low.”

I shake my head as I look forward, not knowing what to say because that guy had a wedding ring on, yet she seems sincere…

I understand her need to earn money, I understand that she’s apparently been turned away from retail jobs because she’s a trailer girl. But breaking up marriages is a hard fucking no for me. Especially after my mom mentioned my bio father had a wife, had a family, and El knows my stance on marriages because of that.

Well, someone’s a bullshitter.

I tilt my head as she kisses the man old enough to be her grandfather. He looks young for his age, I’ll give him that. He grabs her ass and pulls her hard against his beer gut and groans in her mouth as she shoves her tongue down his throat, then cups his junk that has bile rising.

“I’m horny, baby,” she murmurs before biting his lip, and he laughs before noticing me, then smirks and nods my way, saying, “Your next customer will see to your needs,” before kissing her hard as she laughs against his mouth, not realizing I’m standing here. I raise a brow at Halsy, who shrugs.

Guess she’s been telling the truth this whole time, and yet, I’m not pissed. I’m not territorial, unlike how I was with Blair and that fucker who checked her out.

Maybe I could find out where he lives...