Page 7 of Bombshell

Shoving open the door to my bedroom, I walked inside to find Dylan already naked, on her knees, looking up at me through her long, dark lashes that the club paid for her to keep. Her platinum hair, which I knew wasn’t her real hair color, fell down her back in waves as she tilted her head back and looked up at me.

“You hungry for my cock?” I asked, pulling my gun from its holster and placing it on my dresser before unzipping my jeans.

“Always,” she purred, licking her red-painted lips.

“Good. I need to fuck that pretty face hard and pump my load down your throat,” I told her.

The eagerness to please me shone in her eyes and it was one of the reasons it was hard to just cut her off. In this world, I needed that at times. The feeling that someone wanted me for more than who I was, what I looked like, my power, my title. With Dylan, I could pretend she did. Even if my feelings for her were nothing more than a small affection.

4

Dolly

“You’ll get your purse back,” Tex assured me as he led me down the darkest hallway I’d ever been in.

Who painted their walls black? It was like the path to the pits of hell. Or at least what I imagined it would be like. Hopefully, I never found out.

When he stopped at a red door, I was sure this was bad. Nothing good could come from behind a door that color. I tensed as he shoved it open and waited for the worst. What the worst was, I couldn’t be positive, but it seemed…foreboding. The use of that word from my Word of the Day app on my phone gave me a slight moment of pleasure. The scent of fresh bread met my nose, and following Tex into the room no longer seemed frightening. Hell did not have fresh-baked bread. That I was almost positive about.

The sound of female voices, laughter, and the end of the dark walls brought me farther into the new room—or rooms. It was an open layout with sofas, pool tables, a large flat screen, and a bar to the right while the left had a kitchen with a big wraparound bar with eleven stools. More men in vests were scattered about, as were women.

“Well, who do we have here?” a friendly voice asked.

I turned my attention to a woman setting a loaf of bread out on the counter with oven mitts on her hands. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was older than me, but couldn’t be more than thirty. I felt relief at the sight of her, seeing as the other two females I’d seen on the sofas were barely dressed. This one had on a cropped Led Zeppelin T-shirt and a pair of cutoff jeans.

“Nina, this is Dolly, Pepper’s best friend. Dolly, this is Nina. She’s the angel around here we all love and adore,” Tex said, causing Nina to roll her eyes.

“They adore my cooking—that’s all,” she corrected him. “It’s nice to meet you, Dolly. It’s been a hot minute since Pepper has stopped by for a visit. Is she here too? I need to pop some of my apple pie in the oven if she is. That girl loves it.”

I shook my head, but Tex spoke before I could.

“Pep isn’t here. Just Dolly. She was somewhere she needn’t be, and Micah picked her up and brought her back here for a bit.”

I narrowed my eyes at Tex. Who was he to decide where I should and should not be? He wasn’t my momma or Jesus. He had no right to place any judgment on me.

Nina took a slice of the fresh bread and slid it across the counter. “Why don’t you stick some food in that mouth of yours and let the woman talk for herself?” she suggested to Tex.

He shrugged and walked over to snatch up the bread.

Nina turned her attention back to me. “Come on and have a seat. I’ll get you some of my honey butter and a slice of bread. You can tell me all about it. Micah doesn’t make it his mission to save females. I’m intrigued.”

No kidding. He hadn’t saved me. He’d ruined my day.

I pulled out the stool across from her and sat down. “I wouldn’t call it saving. They all seem to have their opinion on that, and I have mine,” I told her and added a smile so it didn’t sound like I was a bitch.

She chuckled. “You don’t say,” she replied, then winked at me before slicing a piece of bread, then placing it on a plate to slide over to me. “I’ll go get that butter,” she added, then headed toward the massive refrigerator.

“Hey, Tex. Come out back and look at this machine that Brick brought in this morning,” a man called from the door on the other side of the large living area.

Tex turned his gaze back to mine. “You’re good here with Nina, yeah?”

“She’s fine,” Nina replied as if that was a ridiculous question.

Tex smirked, then turned and headed to the open door. “She’s here with Micah,” Tex announced as he walked through the room. “Remember that and stay clear.”

The other men looked my way, then nodded in understanding as they went back to whatever they had been doing.

“Micah brought a woman here?” one of the half-naked women asked.

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