Page 13 of Blaze

Son of a bitch, I killed that fucker for her, he was my first kill, and the brothers helped me clean it up.

“I already told her I’d claim her,” I remind Halsy, my heart pounding at the truth in her words.

“And she’s already told several of the men that she fucks that she can get them guns and bullets, that she’ll be an old lady so will need extra money to fuck them…”

Well shit.

“Ready,” El says, and I give Halsy a nod before leaving the trailer, my mind going in fucking circles while my body is humming to go back to Norman’s.

Double shit…

***

“You’re not pregnant,” Trick explains while glaring at me, and El sniffles like she’s disappointed, which just pisses me the fuck off. Trick continues, “But you do have a urinary tract infection and will require antibiotics for seven days. I would suggest no sex at all until at least three to five days after finishing the antibiotics, and you are symptom-free.”

With one last head shake at me, he turns and leaves, and I raise a brow at El.

“I told you, I didn’t want kids. If kids are something you do want after expressing you didn’t want them for years, tell me now,” I demand, and she flinches, making me grit my teeth.

I grit, “I won’t make you my old lady if you are planning on trapping me.”

“I would never,” she lies, “I’m sorry, I guess I’m just upset we can’t have sex…”

I call fucking bullshit, and my eyes are fucking open to her conniving ways that I didn’t want to see.

“Come on,” I command, my patience running thin, and she stands and mumbles, “We have to wait for the–”

Her words are cut off when we hear a “Knock-knock,” and the curtain is pulled back, but I freeze as Blair looks at me with a deer in headlights kind of look. My eyes widen, taking her in, wearing navy blue scrubs, her brown hair up in a messy bun, a few blond highlights framing her face.

Mother fucker.

I thought she was an accountant?

“You’ve got my antibiotics?” El snaps, and I have to clamp my mouth shut.

Blair clears her throat and mutters, “Yes, take one tablet three times a day for seven days or until your doctor tells you otherwise. If you experience any of the side effects, then please come back.”

Elenor snatches the bag from Blair, who, without looking my way, turns around but tenses when El says loudly, “Are you going to tell the brothers you’ve claimed me?” and I swear to fuck…

I watch as Blair goes to the nurse's desk, and I turn and snap, “When in the fuck are you going to stop with the jealousy? You fuck up to ten men a day, yet a nurse, who happens to be the club's accountant, shocks me and clearly sees me shocked, and you take it the wrong way!”

Am I gaslighting her to stop her from creating a scene? Fuck yes, do I feel bad? Hell no.

The woman is showing major fucking patch chaser vibes. Maybe her sister was right, and she wants a free ride.

Fuck, my mom really screwed me up.

She winces then mumbles, “Sorry,” as she wraps her hand around my arm, and I shake my head as my phone rings.

I quickly check it, but I ignore the call, seeing it’s Killer. I walk towards the exit, but don’t miss Blair flinching as El sighs loudly, “I guess you’ll just have to fuck my ass for a while,” yet again pissing on me in public.

Trick shakes his head in disappointment before he goes to Blair and hands her something, and I grit my teeth so hard,. I’m surprised I don’t crack anything.

As much as it pains me, claiming El is for the best for everyone, especially for Blair.

I’ll only hurt Blair, it’s in my blood…

Chapter 6