Saving Blu (Kings Reapers MC #4) - Nicola Jane Page 0,3

do you need from him?”

“Your mind is so suspicious,” says Vinn, casually leaning back in the chair. His bodyguard, Gerry, taps on the office window and points to his watch. “I have to go. I need Gerry on a job for me later, so he won’t be around to collect you after work. Riggs is sending someone instead seeing as he let me down on the manpower side of things,” he says, standing up and fastening his suit jacket. I smile, he reminds me of Dad when he does that.

“I have appointments all afternoon,” I say. “I’ll be done by four.”

My appointments run back to back and by the last one, I’m running purely on adrenaline. “You should eat something,” says Eva. “You look pale.”

“I didn’t get a chance to eat lunch,” I admit, and Eva gives me a disappointed look. Hiring her was the best decision I ever made because she keeps me on track.

“Tomorrow, I will force feed you if you don’t eat. You can’t keep skipping meals.”

The office door swings open and Blu stands in the doorway. “Ready?” he mutters. His voice is deep and rumbling and it suits his whole persona.

“Ready for what?” I ask.

“A lift home, princess,” he snaps impatiently. “I was told four.”

I glance at my watch and groan. “Shit, is that the time already?”

“Clearly, unless Gucci is wrong,” he says with disdain, nodding towards my Gucci watch. I get the impression Blu doesn’t like me and I’m not sure if it’s because of who I am or if I’ve done something previously to piss him off.

I stand too quickly and my head spins. I grip the desk to steady myself and Eva rushes forward. “Shit, Gia, are you okay?” she asks.

“I’m a little light-headed,” I mutter, falling back into my seat and holding my head.

When I look up, Blu is closer and staring down at me. “You sick?” he asks.

I shake my head. “She didn’t eat lunch today,” explains Eva.

“Why?” he asks.

“I was busy,” I say, closing my eyes to help stop the spinning.

“Too fuckin’ busy to pick up a sandwich?” he asks. He sounds annoyed.

“Yes,” I snap.

“Drink this.” He thrusts a bottle of Coke towards me. “Your sugar levels must be low. This will help until you get food.”

I take the Coke, surprised by his kindness, and have a few sips before handing it back. “Thanks.”

He puts the bottle in his pocket and then holds out his hand. “Let’s go.”

Eva smiles. “I’ll lock up. Go home and get something to eat.”

I love being on the bike. I’ve been on a few of the Kings Reapers’ bikes and it's the best feeling ever, so I’m disappointed when Blu drives just a few minutes before stopping. “This isn’t where I live,” I say, looking at the rundown building before me.

“You need to eat. Can’t have you falling off the bike,” grunts Blu, taking my hand for the second time and leading me into the building.

Inside, I smell bacon cooking and my stomach growls with approval. There’s a few tables dotted about, but only two of them are occupied. Blu keeps a hold of my hand, which I’m not complaining about because it actually feels nice. He stops at the counter and an elderly lady looks up from her newspaper and breaks out into a huge grin.

“My blue-eyed boy,” she says.

Blu leans over the counter and kisses the woman on the cheek. “Nan, I need one of your specials asap.”

“Anything for you, my dear,” she says, shuffling towards the door behind the counter. “Who’s the girl?”

Blu smirks at me. “No one important.”

“So I don’t have to dust my hat off?” she shouts from the kitchen.

“I’ve told you before, that hat needs to stay in its box.”

Blu leads me to a table by the window. We can’t see outside because condensation covers it, but I still stare out like I can. I notice Blu checking his watch. “If you have plans, you can go. I’ll make my own way home.”

“And have your brother bitching about me to Riggs,” he scoffs. “I’ll get you home once you’ve eaten.”

“Is she really your grandmother?” I ask.

“No. We’re close though, so she may as well be.”

“What does she mean about the hat?” I’m trying to make conversation and I can see it’s irritating Blu.

“She thinks every woman is my next wife,” he says, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “She’s desperate to wear her wedding hat.”

“You introduce her to a lot of girls?” I ask. Blu doesn’t answer.

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