Page 25 of Bullet

“Always.” She pivoted on her heels and sauntered down the hall. “I’ll bring Skye with me.” The two sisters would be busy.

Blue followed me to the rear of the building. “What’s going on?”

“Same shit as always. Do you got something going with Scarlett?”

“Nah, but you should know Kiss was here last night.”

“She still using?”

“I think so, but I know she wants to change. I let her crash in one of the rooms. She needed a shower and sleep. She was gone before I woke up.”

I slapped Blue’s shoulder. “She’s a junkie.” Kiss was a Heller, but the MC had been toxic for her. The girl had been spiraling for months, in and out of rehabs, but always going back to the easy fix—heroin.

“I know. But I’m not going to give up on her.”

“Be careful that you don’t become another habit for her.”

“Not all habits are bad habits,” was the last thing Blue said as we entered the office.

Bristol snapped her gaze in my direction. “Where’s Stormy? Is she okay?”

“She’s at the MC. Romeo and Levi are with her.”

“Who’s Stormy?” Blue asked.

“A friend,” Bristol said. “Bullet is going to help her.”

Lacey sat at the desk in front of the computer. “Is that the girl I met at the Landing Strip?”

Bristol nodded.

“I remember her. Pretty girl. A little thin, but she had a nice ass that made up for her small tits. She was dancing fully nude, right?”

“Yep.” Bristol popped the P, and I popped a fucking erection.

Those small tits had felt fantastic pressed against my back as she rode behind me. And yeah, she did have a nice ass. She wasn’t tall, but her legs were long in proportion to her body. Long limbs and petite. Graceful and beautiful. Her features were delicate, and her eyes matched her name. Dark and hypnotic, yet with striations of amber and gold. A tempest of fire.

“Is she looking for side work?” Clover smiled with a raised brow. “We can always use another girl.”

“She’s not interested,” I said.

“I don’t know. She might be,” Bristol interrupted. “She wasn’t going to dance nude, and then she saw how much more money she’d make. The new owners offered a grand to each of us if we fucked in the champagne room. I know she was considering it until she recognized who they were.” Bristol braced ahand on her hip. “Ironically, when I told her I couldn’t fuck them without going through you first is when she realized I work for you.”

I was sure that made a great impression on Stormy, and a misguided one. I’d never told Bristol who she could fuck. As long as she was one of my girls, I’d control those who were going to pay for her pussy. “That rule protects you, kitten. If you work outside of my client base, you don’t need me.”

I’d done a lot of shit to warrant my incarceration. I wasn’t going to the country club for paid pussy. In my early twenties, I’d done a stint in county for possession. Although it was the aggravating charge of resisting arrest that had me sitting in a cage for six months.

No one was touching Stormy. No one would have their hands on her heart-shaped ass or have a taste of her sweetness. Just the thought of her spreading her legs, of revealing her pretty pussy on stage, had tension building in my muscles. When the pressure became too much, I had to fight. Right now, I wanted in the basement with Dozer or Rogue, someone who could take a punch and fight back just as hard and just as dirty.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked with her brows furrowed.

I unclenched my jaw and relaxed my fist.

Bristol continued, “Because I’m just saying she’s desperate to make some money.”

Stormy wasn’t for sale. “No,” I said.

“She’s a maybe, Bullet. Give her time to consider it. She knows both Jinx and I work for you.Maybe she’ll want to be one of your girls once you take care of the asshole who’s after her.”

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