Page 93 of Blaze & Ajax
We both lit a cigarette, sitting in silence until Stix and Stone came over to sit next to us. Stix handed me a beer, but I shook my head.
“Can’t drink anymore.”
“Well, that sucks,” he said.
I shrugged. “Yeah, it messes with the meds, and… it’s triggering.”
Stone eyed me with those pretty hazel eyes of his and nodded. “Good on you.” Then he jutted his chin at Aiden. “I’m glad you two are happy together. And while Blaze… I mean, Aiden is a pain in the ass most of the time, I still like him, so you better be good to him, Ajax.”
I didn’t take offense at all. That’s what friends do for each other. “That’s the plan.”
Aiden craned his neck and smiled, then leaned back into me, closing his eyes to the sun. Happiness looked fucking good on him.
Alpha started to walk our way, and I looked forward to chatting with him outside of work. He needed more breaks in his life. I also needed to tell him how much I appreciated his kindness, friendship, and support. He’s helped so much within our little family, from helping Stone out with a job and medical bills after being attacked on the job by a hate crime to helping pay for Nacho’s medical bills. And he’d arranged all sorts of help with therapy because, let’s face it, we were all messed up a bit, but I wouldn’t take my friends any other way. It was what made us all special and unique. Although, being mentally healthy for all of us was for the best.
Alpha looked in the distance and stopped in his tracks, suddenly scowling.
I followed his line of sight to see a buff man in his thirties heading our way. He wore a white T-shirt over tanned skin, jeans, and brown biker boots. His brown hair was wavy and fell to his shoulders, and he had a trimmed beard. He was kind of hot. Who was that?
I looked back at Alpha, who now stood there with folded arms, his board at his feet.
“What the fuck ishedoing here?” Alpha groused.
“Who?” asked Stix.
Now we were all looking at the handsome and confident man getting closer to us, who smirked, not taking his eyes off Alpha.
“Who’s that, Alpha?” I asked.
“A pain in my ass is who he is.”
“He’s hot!” Blondie said, making Alpha growl.
“He’s not.”
The man stopped in front of Alpha, mirroring his pose, except he was way more chill than Alpha. “What’s up Kingston? What a surprise.”
“Surprise? Please. You following me, Harley?”
He smiled brightly, raised his face to the sun, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. “I’m only here because it’s a beautiful day.”
“You don’t even skate.”
He shrugged. “I could learn.”
The man called Harley, looked at us, watching him closely. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends, King?”
“Don’t fucking call me that,” Alpha hissed. “And no, I’m not.”
He stood close to Harley, staring him down, though he was a few inches shorter. “I’m not doing this with you. Give it fucking up.”
“You know damn well I’m more interested in you than the business.”
“Bullshit. I’m not going to be manipulated. You know what? I’m not in the mood to skate anymore.”
Alpha popped his board, picked it up, and walked off, leaving us all to groan because what the fuck? Alpha never got out to skate with us. Whoever this man was disturbed Alpha’s day off. If Alpha didn’t like him, then we wouldn’t either.
It was Nacho and Stix who rushed off to drag Alpha’s ass back. We would always choose him over anyone else.