A Lighter Shade of Blue (Kings of Chaos 2)

Shadow

I can’t stop thinking about my visit with Blue. I’m not shocked to hear Cal has fucked up again. It’s her M.O. She makes messes like it’s her job. I could never figure out why, other than because she can. She came from a pretty solid home. Sure, her old man is a hard ass, but he treats his girls with respect. Not everyone can say that in this lifestyle.

I roll onto my back and lace my fingers behind my head. Blue looked so dammed sexy. Her jeans showed her curves off without cutting off circulation, and her shirt highlighted her breasts. Damn, she always had a banging pair of tits and ass for days. It’s what attracted me to her in the first place. That’s my dirty ass secret. I didn’t want Calla. I always wanted Blue, and I hadn’t given a shit how young she was at the time. The girl had a head on her shoulders. Half the time she was smarter than most people’s sweethearts and Old Ladies.

Calla noticed me watching her sister. She was always an opportunistic bitch. I don’t do lies, so when she asked me if I was interested in her baby sister, I told her straight up I was. She feigned interest and offered her assistance. That’s when the lies started, and I found myself in the quicksand I couldn’t escape.

Seventeen Years Earlier …

I sit at the picnic table and sip on my Scotch on the rocks. The club is infested with family, friends, and hang arounds for Calla’s graduation party. It was a big deal to see the often troubled teen walk with her cap and gown. She hit a rough patch at sixteen, and gave her father, Psycho, a lot of hell. With the sun down and the alcohol flowing, the kids were shuffled back home while the adults continued to party on.

The woman of the hour would flit from person to person like the social butterfly she was. Her tiny black skirt skimmed the tops of her upper thighs with a swatch of skin showing in between her tube top and skirt. Objectively, it was attractive, but she’s not the one I have my eyes on. I look behind her to where her baby sister, Bluebell, stood chatting with friends.

At seventeen, she was a bombshell in blue. Her curvy frame hypnotizes me in the black dress that stops just above her knees. She has an understated beauty I dig. I’d been sowing my oats since I was eighteen and earned my patch. At twenty-one, I was ready to settle down and do the serious thing. I wanted family outside of my brothers and that meant an Old Lady.

The King chasers got old. They were fun to dip my wick in when I needed to scratch an itch, but I could never be serious with someone all my brothers have experienced. Blue has innocence to her. All the brothers love and trust her. Treated with respect, she often babysat and was a frequent presence at the clubhouse.

Psycho believes in keeping his family close. He wanted to know what his girls were doing and who they were doing it with. Most of us have tracked both girls at one point

or another. It’s where my obsession began. Last year when she hit sixteen, Blue started dating a guy Psycho hated and I followed her every move. It was then that I noticed Bluebell was all grown up. Intelligent, thoughtful, kind, and laid back, she’s everything a man could want. Her age made me wait. It sounds crazy wanting to be locked down, but the thought of her with someone else drives me insane.

“I’d say you have a wandering eye, but it’s pretty obvious you’re focused on one person.”

I look up and see Calla smiling, a drink in hand.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I reply.

“Are you lying to me, or to yourself?” She arches a delicate eyebrow and pouts. “I’ve always liked you, Shadow. You’re good people. If my baby sister ended up with anyone in KOC, I’d have it be you.”

I eye her cautiously. “Good to know.”

“She’s my baby sister. I want to make sure she’s okay.”

It’s the first indication I’ve seen that she cares about someone else in a long while. “She seems fine to me,” I say with a shrug.

“Yeah, I bet she does.” She winks. “I’m on your side, Shadow.” She sashays away and joins Blue, pulling her into a hug.

I hold my breath, waiting to see if she’s going to rat me out. They don’t look my way, so I figure I’m safe. Maybe graduating has matured her? It would be nice to have an ally on my side. Lord knows, Psycho will try to kill me when I make a play for Bluebell. I don’t want to say he’s given up on Calla, but he treats the two girls differently.

“At least try to pretend you aren’t stalking the poor girl.”

The gravelly voice makes me smile. “What’s going on, Wiz?” I ask.

Wizard was my secondary sponsor, alongside my dad when I decided to patch in.

“Playing chaperone and seeing what kind of trouble I can get into,” Wizard replies, sweeping his gaze over the crowd.

“Anything interesting?” I ask.

“The fixation you have on Bluebell. I don’t think Psych would appreciate it. You want to have a bit of fun, you go for Cal, and he’ll turn a blind eye. He did the best he could do with that girl. She was born to be wild. But Bluebell.” Wizard shakes his head. “That’s his heart, and he’ll rip yours out of your chest if you do wrong by her.”

“Why do you assume the worst?” I ask.

“You’re twenty-one years old. How serious could you want to be? She’s just a baby for Christ’s sake.”

“She’s two years younger than Calla, and three times as mature,” I counter.

“What? You trying to make her your Old Lady or something?” Wizard asks in a teasing tone.