Forbidden (Motorcycle Club Romance): Trista and Blaze 1 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club)

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Authors: Savannah Rylan
go. We lived in the Northeast this whole time, couldn't even stay in California. So, sorry if that's not the story that you were told, but that's how I grew up. With a single mother and no family because of this club.”
    I could tell that she wanted to say something else, but she chose not to. She moved back from me a bit.
    “I don’t like you.”
    “You don’t have to. But, somehow, I think your mind is changing about what you think you know about me.” I knew only two things about her; she was sassy as hell, and damn good in bed.
    I pushed past her to go back out to the front, and I made sure to graze her breasts as I went. She didn’t move back, only confirming my suspicions.
    We arrived back out in the front of the bar just as Ace and Rogue busted open the doors of church, and pulled their guns out.
    “Gentlemen, we got some Mexicans to deal with. Let's go.”
    Trista set down her drink, and pulled a gun from inside her cut. “I get that you've got issues, but now isn't the time. You're either in or you're out.”
    I pulled a handgun from underneath the bar. I had to see what this was all about. “I'm in.”
    She winked at me. “Then don't you forget it.”
     

NINE
    TRISTA
    As I rode I tried to shake the memory of Blaze touching my skin the night before. And of his truth of the night his family left. If what he said was true, then they had to leave, it was a club decision. I wouldn’t have any reason to hate him anymore. That would be trouble. That allowed me to be with him. I couldn’t think about that now though, there was too much at stake. I needed to focus.
    We dismounted our bikes right in front of El Presidente's home. Isidro was the head of Las Almas, and my mother's brother. Yep, that made for super fun holiday meals. There was a time in my childhood when I didn't even remember him, but when I was barely a teenager, he and Dad made an agreement that, if they didn't run drugs on our territory, our blood war would end. Chen's little information from earlier was a big pill for my father to swallow. Sure, we still had issues with some of their young ones, but for the most part, their officers stayed away from us. By showing up to his house, we were making a statement.
    El Presidente walked out with a shotgun over his shoulder, as he descended the concrete steps in front of his home. Several of his men fanned out on the sidewalk. There were maybe six of them, but I knew that he owned this whole block, and that there were guys in the house behind us as well. One signal, and like a sniper, one of us would go down.
    “What brings you to Pineview?”
    Rogue took a step forward, Ace and Pops flanking him. “You know why we’re here. We had an agreement, esé. You don't run drugs, and we don't steal your cars. But today, we have both missing car parts, and a strung out junkie up at the Red Dragons who said she's buying in Brooks Landing. I assume you know something about that.”
    Isidro curled his mustache between his two fingers. He had multiple rings on them, and I wondered if his wife came out, she’d have bruises on her face. Imprints of the letters. “No, man. That wasn’t us.”
    Rogue took a step forward, pulled out his gun, and fired. Within a second, he dropped one of Isidro's men. Guns flew out everywhere. Nobody shot, but we were all ready to make a move. “Nothing else needs to happen here. You didn't play by the rules, so neither did I.”
    The man's dark blood filled the pavement. It was a clean shot, directly in the head. He never even had a chance to pull out his weapon. I kept my gun pointed at my uncle. It didn't matter that he was family; my MC came first. If one of his guys released a bullet, then I would put one in his skull.
    “Not the way we play, Rogan. You know that. Don’t change the game on us.”
    Rogue scoffed. “Why? You did!”
    I saw Isidro nod, and a second later, hands grabbed me from behind, and a gun was put to the back of my head. I couldn't believe I didn't see

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