A Lighter Shade of Blue (Kings of Chaos 2)

“Tell Dad that, stupid bitch,” Bluebell hisses. Her eyes are full of hell. “Dad didn’t even know until way later.”

I grab her hand to keep her from clocking her mother.

“I’m going to talk to Battle’s family.” Stone sighs. “You know this was in his rights, don’t you? If he thought we were all a part of this, I can’t fault the man for not going through me. You know you’re messing with this club. After we settle this with Psycho, you and I are going to have a long conversation,” Stone says.

“Did you know about this?” I ask Blue.

“Not until recently. Calla hinted at it, but I didn’t believe her. I mean, would you?”

“Hell, no,” I say.

“Exactly. But it nagged me, so I broke down and talked to Pop and he confirmed it.”

“Jesus, Blue. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because if it hit the fan, like it is now, I wanted you to be able to look Stone in the eyes and tell him you had no idea.”

“Thank you for that.” I kiss her forehead. “No more secrets. Good or bad, we’re in this together from here on out.”

“For better or worse, then?” she asks.

“Yep.”

“Hold that thought,” she says, glancing over my shoulder.

I turn around and we see the doctor in green scrubs walking over to her mother. I can’t catch his whispered words, but the utter devastation on Pixie’s face says everything.

“No!” she wails, falling to her knees.

“Daddy,” Blue whispers. She sways and I catch her. “I’m never going to talk to my daddy again.” Tears pour from her eyes.

I hold her against me, wanting to murder the man who caused her pain. There’s a way to handle shit like this. You don’t go rogue and shake your brother. But this could potentially cause a break. We don’t want that, so I know Pres will handle it with kid gloves. Thought of that bad ass motherfucker being taken down that way doesn’t sit right with me. I hold her to me.

“He’s going to have a warrior burial. I’m calling in every chapter, Pixie. He deserves that for the years he put in with us. I won’t let whatever happened today interfere with that. You get him prepared for pick up. We got church tonight, boys. One hour,” Stone says.

“Dad, Ma, what happened?”

Bolt’s voice turns my head toward the entrance.

“She’s not your mother,” Pixie screeches. “She didn’t carry you.”

“But she raised me and sacrificed for me. She’s here now when Calla is where?”

“Now, ain’t the time. Lock this mess down,” Stone booms.

“What happened?”

“Come here, baby,” Blue says holding out her arms.

Bolton walks over and rests his head on her shoulder. “What’s going on?”

“Babe, your Grandpa. He…he w-was attacked and he didn’t make it.”

“No.” Bolton’s voice wavers. They’d always been close.

The two hold one another and I wrap them in my arms, providing all the silent comfort I can.

I pry myself away from them twenty minutes later. I hate leaving them, but club comes first. This is a potential bombshell and we need to put a lid on it quick.