Blaze didn’t say one damn word the whole ride back to Tony's bar.
I could feel the weight of his silence, the way his grip tightened around the handlebars as they weaved through the city. I had dropped a bomb on him, a huge f*****g bomb, and now he was probably trying to figure out if I was worth the trouble.
Good.
I needed him to understand that getting involved with me meant getting dragged into the storm. A big brutal storm that will take out everything in its path.
By the time we pulled up outside Tony’s, I was bracing herself for whatever lecture he was about to throw at me. As soon as it stopped, I hopped off ripping my helmet off. But when Blaze turned off the engine and pulled off his helmet as well, his expression wasn’t anger.
It was something far worse.
Concern.
Fuc
