For the Love of Dixie (Kings of Chaos 3)

“She’s turned you against us.”

“Why are you so stuck on my mom? Are you that blind to all the damage she’s done to everyone else?” His voice shakes, the pain is there on his face. “Blue is your daughter, too. It’s not like you found her on the side of the road and took her in. Jesus. You’re so blinded by your guilt for doing Calla wrong, you haven’t stopped to realize you did the same thing to Blue in an entirely different day.”

Pixie slaps Bolton so hard, his head turns. “You don’t talk to your elders like that.”

“You just fucked up, old woman.” Shadow looms over her.

I’m by his side in an instant. “Brother, she’s grieving—”

“And stupid coming here and putting hands on my boy.” He shoves me away.

Blue appears looking like an avenging angel in her wedding gown. “You’ve hurt us for the last time. Don’t look at me, don’t call me, don’t even think about trying to contact me unless it’s through your lawyer. Bolton is off limits, too. If you so much as breathe in his direction, I’ll rip your motherfucking heart out.”

My jaw drops. I hadn’t expected her to be so harsh. She turns to the crowd gathered behind her. “Prospects, get rid of her,” Blue demands.

Stone comes barreling through the crowd like a bull in a china shop. “You come here and disrespect my brother like this? Hell, your own daughter? You’re out of line. You caused this club enough grief. I don’t want to see your ass around the club anymore. I tried to hold off out of respect for Psycho, but you crossed a line. Your ass is banned.”

“No, you can’t do this,” Pixie screams, rushing forward to pound his chest.

Stone grabs her forearms. “I just did. Get yourself some help, Pixie. We all hate seeing you like this, but I can’t let you do anymore damage.” He turns, taking her body with him, and hands her off to a massive prospect. “Little, take her home, and make sure she stays there for the rest of the night,” Stone orders.

“Yes, Pres,” Little replies.

Blue turns to the crowd. “What the fuck are you looking at? Wouldn’t be a KOC wedding without some kind of fucking drama. Let the party resume.”

Shadow laughs and wraps an around Bolton’s shoulder as the crowd begins to disperse. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I guess. I just can’t believe she’s changed so much,” Bolton whispers.

“Hey, grief does funny things to people,” Blue says. “And my mother, she’s always been delusional when it comes to Calla. I think it’s just easier to live in her own world than own up to her mistakes. I figured that out a long time ago.”

I guide D’Rose away in order to give the new family their privacy.

Chapter Twelve

Dixie Rose

Ruthie and I help Blue bake as we do our best to comfort her. The court case date is drawing closer and it has everyone on edge.

“So what’s going on with you, Ruthie?” she asks.

Ruthie looks at me and I shrug. I get that she’s trying to keep her mind off her own problems.

“Nothing much. Working, and hanging with you,” she answers.

“I’ve noticed. Not that I’m not happy, but I’m wondering what happened with Skull. You never did explain it to us.”

“You going to put me on spot like that?” Ruthie asks.

“Better you, than me obsessing over my situation,” Blue replies, turning to look at us with an eyebrow raised. She’s a demented Martha Stewart in a black

apron that says KOC, and her thick hair piled up on top of her head.

“She’s not wrong,” I say.

“Fine, but you’re next, woman.” Frowning, Ruthie points at me.

I grin. Other than amusing stories from work, I have nothing of interest going on in my life. It’s been pretty smooth sailing. “Deal.”