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A young, decently attractive woman working the night shift was asking for trouble, but I was the kinda girl born and raised in chaos, who walked the razor’s edge of risk like it was my daily commute to work.
It’s funny how biology can tell lies much more eloquently than our mouths.
The swoop of thick black hair falling over a tanned forehead into eyes the colour of whiskey held over a flame.
“Called Boner by my friends,” he said, so straight-faced I wondered if he could actually be serious about it. “But pretty girls call me Aaron until they learn why I earned that nickname for themselves.”
Getting hot in here alreadyyy
I didn’t have time for boys or trouble. And this guy was the prettiest boy I’d ever met, so of course, he was trouble with a capital T.
Aaron had fucked them up. Not just knocked them around a little or stood his ground in a fair fight. No. This man with the gentle eyes and cocky grin had dismantled the criminals the way a veteran dismantled a gun; as if it was muscle memory, as if it was almost boring it was that easy.
“You gonna tell me your name now?” he asked into my hair. One of his big hands cupped the entire back of my skull, making me feel almost nauseated with pleasure. “No.” I pulled away and pretended to preoccupy myself with Otto’s mangey jacket. “Blue sounds nice enough in your mouth.” “Tastes good too. You wanna kiss it off my lips?”
“I don’t date bikers.” “Who said anythin’ about datin’?” he countered with a roguish grin. “Fine, I don’t sleep with bikers.” “Blue baby, the way I do it, there’s no sleepin’ involved at all.”
Because a man who could make a woman smile on demand was a special kind of magic, one I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to resist even though I’d vowed to stay out of trouble.
Somehow, in ways I didn’t know and didn’t wanna think too hard about, savin’ this blue-haired girl was worth the trouble it might’ve bought me.
“I knew the moment I saw you that you were trouble.” “The best kind,” I agreed. “What’s reward without a little risk?”
So what was it about this girl with blue hair that hooked my soul like a caught fish?
“I get it. Lotsa people think Wrath and Priest, or Zeus, Axe-Man, and Bat are the scary motherfuckers. It’s the pretty face,” I explained, gesturin’ to my features.
But I got light too, a fuck ton’a it. Maybe the ratio’s too close for comfort, but I thought for a second you were the kinda girl who found more comfort in chaos than in what others think is right.”
“I may be a dangerous man, but I’m the one in danger here. You walk out on me, that’ll ache in a way I’ve never ached ’fore. C’mon, Blue baby, what’s reward without a little risk?”
“Stay with me. After we get this shit sorted, gimme your name, gimme your number. Let me know you.” I was already shaking my head before he’d finished. “You don’t want to know me. I’m trouble.” A sharp-edged grin flashed across his inky stubble-stained cheeks. “I’m a fan’a trouble.”
She thought she wasn’t worth the trouble, but she didn’t get yet that I was the kinda man who thrived on gettin’ into messes and gettin’ out (relatively) unscathed.
Whatever trouble she’d bought, I’d take care’a it ’cause even after a single night, I knew in my bones she was worth it.
“You’re a good kinda man, Aaron.” “The best kinda trouble,”
I gotta say it, or I’ll hate myself for never takin’ the chance but, Blue baby, you’re exactly the kinda trouble a man looks for his whole damn life. The kinda trouble I’d fight an entire fucked-in-the-head club for the chance to call my own.
I liked the idea of her livin’ free and bold, blue hair shinin’, smile beamin’ as she went through her day without worryin’ about the men who’d tried to cage her for so long.
Blue: Stop trying to make me fall in love with you. I told you, this isn’t happening. Aaron: It’s already started, Blue baby. Best you can do now is hold tight and enjoy the ride.
Fuck, how was I ever going to resist a man like him? An outlaw biker who’d come to get his damn nails done just to see me.
“One night together doesn’t make me your possession.” “’S not about me possessin’ you,” he argued. “Don’t you get that yet? It’s you who's got your name carved into my bones now, Blue. It’s you who's got possession over me. I’m just askin’ ya to give me some relief, and let me try to convince you I’m worth inkin’ onto yours.”
“I’m not some frat boy or Otto fuckin’ Fuck Up you gotta worry about protectin’ or protectin’ yourself from. I’m a brother’a The Fallen fuckin’ MC, the baddest club in the fuckin’ nation, and I can not only safeguard myself from my enemies, but I sure as fuck can keep you safe from yours. You only hafta ask me, and I’d burn down the fuckin’ world for you.”
“I’m not that great either,” he said with a little shrug. “We can be not that great together.”
“You are mine,” I grunted, movin’ a hand from her ass to her hair, wrappin’ it up tight in my fist so I could cant her head back, and her lust-dazed eyes were pinned on mine. “Now in the dark, tomorrow in the light. Painted in neons or sunlight or starlight, you’re mine, Blue. You get me?”
Blue: Are you always this horny? Bones: You can blame yourself for that. It’s gotten so bad I pop a boner when I just see the colour blue.
“Never seen you smile like that,” Curtains said from my left, nudgin’ me with his shoulder so I turned to face him. “Not even when you get the occasional win against me in Call of Duty
No one got me like Finnegan “Curtains” Ramsey. But I had the feelin’ Blue could, one day.
“I haven’t given up hope for mine someday. If Priest can get a happily fuckin’ ever after, we sure as fuck can too.”
It was the specs for another neon sign. This one said “asking for trouble” in cobalt blue.
“If I gotta go to hell and back, fight the fuckin’ devil himself, sacrifice every one’a my sins or my life itself, I’ll do it. You think you’re more trouble than you’re worth, but you gotta understand, I’ve always been the kinda man who’s not afraid to ask for trouble if it’s worth the effort, and there’s no doubt in my mind keepin’ you safe and loved is worth it all.”
“All my life, I’ve fought to find beauty in the chaos, to be happy even, and especially, in the hard times ’cause if I waited for the good, I’d be sad most’a the time. I didn’t even realize how lonely I still was ’til I saw your colour blue and knew I needed it brightenin’ my life.”
Before I could respond, he pushed the bowl a little closer, drawing my attention to the letters carefully arranged in the spoon in the middle of the soup. Be my Old Lady
My hearttttt
