Black and Blue (Black and Blue Series) (5 page)

She could feel the two bodyguards following closely behind her
. “I.D,” he said, and she was thankful she’d taken four years of drama.

Jamie made her eyes wide, and glanced nervously behind her
. “Help me; those men have been following me since I parked my car.” She reached out to put her hand on his. “Please help me,” Jamie whispered, and the bouncer glanced down at her black leather bracelet.

The
bouncer glanced behind her at her bodyguards. “I'll take care of them.” He pushed her behind him. “I think you two should leave...now.”

Jamie took the
chance to look over the large man's side. Her bodyguards glanced at her with smiles on their faces.

“
You don’t understand, we’re her bodyguards.”

“
Sure you are,” the bouncer said and one of her bodyguards stepped forward. “Don’t come any closer.” The bodyguard stopped.

Jamie took her chance to run while they were occupied with the bouncer. She ran into an
alley and toward where she hoped
No B Club
was. The alley was darker than she remembered, but she kept running toward the end of it. Jamie knew her bodyguards would call her father as soon as they dealt with the bouncer, and she would be in a lot of trouble when she got home, but she wanted to talk to Henry.

When she exited the Jamie sighed;
No B Club
wasn’t there, but she knew she was going the right way because she could see the red light from its sign. She ran to another dark alley and her mind took her through every scary movie she had ever seen. Emily loved scary movies and had forced Jamie to watch them; late at night with the lights off.

Stop thinking about that!
she yelled at hers>Jalled atelf in her head. This wasn’t the time to think about that. She needed to get to the club Jamie walked quickly down the dark alley, and almost jumped for joy when she saw the bright red sign,
No B Club
.

She was walking across the street when she remembered her
bracelet was still on her wrist. Jamie had heard stories about people getting attacked outside the club because someone left their bracelet on. Slowly she turned her wrist over to unclasp the leather bracelet. Jamie glanced over her shoulder one last time checking for her bodyguards. She knew they would try to follow her, but they would have had to get past that large bouncer. Jamie shoved her bracelet in her back pocket and walked toward the club's front door.

At the door she paid the cover charge, and then walked inside the loud club
. Tonight there were more people than there had been the night before. The place was packed with bodies dry humping one another. She pushed her way through the people toward where the red door was. Jamie wondered if Henry would be in there or if he’d given up on her because he knew the truth about her.

She stoppe
d in front of the red door, reached in her front pocket to retrieve the red card Henry’d given her, sucked in a deep breath and slid the card into the card reader. She placed her hands on the door, and felt the click that told her it unlocked.

Jamie opened the door and saw him
. He had his back to her; his shoulder-length light brown wavy hair was down around his shoulders. She glanced down at the glass in his hand.  Amber liquid filled the glass. Her eyes were drawn to his jeans, they hung low on his hips and as her eyes swept upward, she noticed he was wearing a white, short-sleeve shirt.

“
I didn’t think you would come. I thought you hated me.” Henry's voice startled her. She didn’t think he’d heard her enter since he still hadn’t turned around.

Jamie shook her head. S
he couldn’t hate him. “I don’t hate you,” she whispered and moved to toward him. His back was still to her, but she placed a hand on his shoulder.

Jamie watched his head drop
. “We can't do this,” he whispered.

She knew he was right, but a part of her didn't care.
“Are you part of the revolution?” she asked, and that was when he moved away from her, and her hand slowly fell to her side.

Henry fina
lly turned to face her. He had the same black eyeliner and his piercings were back in place. “When I first met you, I told you I don’t lie. Jamie, what answer will make you less mad at me?” He slowly brought the amber colored drink to his mouth.

“
I want the truth,” Jamie said, but wondered if she could handle what he would tell her. Something about Henry called to her, even though a part of her knew he would break her heart.

Henry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers
. “I’m one of the leaders of the revolution. I’m sick and tired of living a life where I have to be a slave. I want a better life for me, and for my children and their chi cand theildren's, children. You don’t know what's it's like for the Blues. We work ourselves in to the grave. We have no option to move up in the world, we are forever stuck as a Blue, and if we try, we have the Wicked Moore to answer to. If a Blue and a Black happen to fall in love, it is always the Blue that is sentenced to death, never the Black. I want to be the one to make a better life for my class.” His eyes searched hers, but she tried like hell to keep her face blank.

Jamie didn’t say anything. S
he just walked to the couch were they’d sat the night before and talked for hours. She placed her elbows on her knees and then her head in her hands. By the laws her grandfather had created, and her father enforced she was required to report Henry. If she didn’t report him, she could be sent to the tower. Jamie felt warm large hands grip her shoulders. She didn’t look up to see Henry. She didn’t want him to know how his words affected her.

He took the warmth of his hands away from her
. “Now, you hate me and I haven’t told you everything. There is a plan in place to have your father killed.”

Jamie's head snapped up, killed?
“You want to kill my father?” she said, and watched as he bit his bottom lip. She hated herself for thinking of his sweet lips against hers. Henry had just told her his compatriots planned to kill her father, and she was pretty sure he was behind it, and all she could do was imagine kissing him. His betrayal hit her harder than she would have thought.

Henry drank the remainder of his amber drink
. “Yes the Moore's have led the Blacks since the war. He needs to be stopped, Jamie.”

She knew her family history well.
Jamie stood up and walked away from him, when she was a few feet away from the couch she turned to him.
What the hell was she supposed to do with what he was telling her?
Jamie narrowed her eyes and moved back to him.

H
ope flashed in his blue eyes before she slapped him across the face. His head flew to the side, and his hair fell forward over his eyes. She’d never hit anyone before, but she knew she’d done it well. “If you lay one hand on my father, I will personal kill you,” she said, the controlled anger in her voice scared even her. She narrowed her eyes even more and put her hands on her hips to hide her trembling hands. She could see her hand print darkening on his cheek.

Henry closed his eyes
. “You won't have to worry about that,” he said softly. “Because I could never hurt you, and that would rip you apart.” He opened his eyes and stared at her. “I haven't been able to get your face out of my mind. You are all I can think about. I swear I hear your laughter when I’m alone.”

Jamie let his words sink in for a moment
. Slowly she shook her head. “I didn’t come here for us. I came here to find out if it was true. To find out if the owners of the
No B Club
were behind the revolution.”

Henry didn’t say anyt
hing for a minute; he just stared at her. “Your father already knows about the revolution?” He looked past Jamie and nodded his head. “Of course he does, he has spies evherhas spierywhere.”

S
he took a deep steadying breath. She knew about her father's spies. “You know I’ve never kept anything from my father. I’ve never had a reason to.”

Henry looked down and his shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders
. They both knew what her father would do to him if he found out.

Jam
ie walked to Henry and stood less than a foot in front of him. “I won't tell my father about you, I know what he would do to you and I couldn’t bare it.” She summoned all of her strength to say what she planned on. “I like you Henry, and it hurts knowing I can't do anything about it. I have never felt the way I feel when you look at me.”

Henry framed her face with his warm hands, and closed the remaining distance between them
. “You know this road is a dangerous path we are going to go down. Are you one-hundred percent sure you want me? Once we start I won't be able to look back.”

Jamie
smiled. There was no going back for her. “I want you.”

Henry
moved his hands to her hair and pulled her closer to him. Once again his lips hovered above hers, and she wanted to taste him. She wrapped her arms around his back and locked her fingers together. This was the moment she had been dreaming about. His lips gently brushed against hers, and she gasped.

Jamie had kissed boys before
, but never felt the spark. Emily had told her when she did feel it, she would know. Henry started kissing her sweetly as he slid his hand down her back to hold her closer to him. His lips seemed to mold to hers, and she tightened her hold around him. His tongue licked her bottom lip, seeking permission and she opened her mouth for him. A loud beeping noise tore Henry's sweet mouth away from hers.

“
It’s a Raid! You need to get to that door behind you and out to the alley.” He reached in his back pocket and handed her a key. “My motorcycle is outside in the alley,” he said urgently.

Jamie felt her eyes widen
with shock, she’d never driven a motorcycle before and wasn’t sure she knew how.

“
Wait three minutes and if I'm not out there, leave me.”

She shook her
head no. There was no way in hell she was leaving him now. “I'm not leaving you,” she insisted.

Henry pulled her into him tightly and
kissed the top of her head. “Please get to the alley, you can’t be seen with me.” He backed away from her, his fingertips lingering as they traced her cheek.

Jamie knew he was righ
t, she held out her hand for the key and he grinned at her.

“
Three minutes, and then you go.” He turned her around and she saw the door. Jamie ran to it, and glanced over her shoulder one last time at Henry. He was smiling at her.

The
door led to the alley and she saw the bike. Waiw the bIt was a dark blue and with a dark blue helmet sitting on the seat. Before she walked to the motorcycle, she looked down and up the alley. No one was around. She cautiously made her way to it and took the helmet in her hands. It was heavier than she thought it would be. Jamie wondered if her father was in the club. She knew that it was a very good possibility as sometimes he joined in on the raids on the club.

She looked at the door when she heard the music shut off, and then loud bangs
that made her heart jump with panic. She knew the sound of gunshots when she heard them. Her father had taught her how to use a gun when she was young. He’d told her it would protect her when he couldn’t. The door flew open and she almost screamed, until she saw Henry.

“
Put the helmet on now!” he yelled as he ran toward her and she did. Henry took off his leather jacket and tossed it at her. “Put it on.”

She did
as he asked, and she heard the door bang open again. Her father stood there with her bodyguards from earlier. She now understood why Henry had told her to put the jacket and helmet on. Her father would have seen her and known she was seeing Henry.