Page 28 of Bullet

The little girl snapped her gaze over her shoulder. “Want a donut?” she asked the biker holding a suitcase in one hand and a large box in the other.Long hair, lightened from the sun to a caramel brown, fell to his shoulders. With the flick of his head, the sexy waves shifted away from his face.

“No, I want you to grab this box and take it to the room.”

Lili took another big bite of donut as she rolled her eyes. “I’m having donuts with Romeo.” The way she said Romeo rolled off her tongue like a song.

“Now, Lili.” A muscle ticked in his clean-shaven jaw. Sunglasses covered his eyes, but his brows pinched with the crease in his forehead. He had a couple of tattoos on his forearms, and an edge of another coiled halfway up his neck on the left side.

“You better go,” Levi said. “I’ll watch your donut.”

“You’ll eat it. Romeo,” that sweet voice crooned, “watch my donut.” She pushed her donut away from Levi and slid off the stool. On her way to the box on the floor, she executed atombé pas de bourréelanding incoupé.

“She dances,” I said under my breath. Butterflies flitted in my belly. I remembered being her age and living in my ballet slippers. She lifted the box off the floor and chirped nonstop at her dad as she followed him out of the chapel. “Who was that?”

“Steele and his little girl, Lili. He’s going through a divorce,” Pippa said. “His ex is making it ugly.”

Levi licked the last crumbs of her donut from her fingers. “He’s moving into Dozer’s old room.”

“Who all lives here?” I asked.

Levi pinched her brows and counted off the names on her fingers. “Blade has a room, but he pretty much lives with Hana at Pippa and Dozer’s.”

“Romeo and Levi moved into Rogue’s old room,” Jazzy said. “Good thing the walls can’t talk.”

“Because they’d be screaming and cursing now that they’ve heard Levi.” Romeo nuzzled Levi’s neck.

Levi laughed. “Don’t make me pee.” She pushed him away. “At least now we don’t have to share the bathroom.”

“Cruz has our old room,” Romeo said.

“Steele is across from you.” Levi held up two more fingers. “Pike and Brenna. Oh, and Kodiak is in the room across from us.”

“You’ll get to know everyone,” Romeo said. “There’s always someone around.”

It didn’t really matter. This was temporary.

Lili was still chattering as she followed her dad out of the chapel, returning again with more boxes. Only this time, Steele held the door for two women with arms laden with department store bags.

“Isn’t it a little early for you?” Jazzy braced a hand on her hip as she spoke to the women who approached.

“Actually, yes. And I’m surprised you can walk without a limp. Lucky bitch.” She gave Jazzy a hug. “I’m looking for Stormy. You?”

I nodded and slid off the chair. Her gaze raked down my body, and her lips twitched into a smile. “I’m Clover. This is Lacey.”

I didn’t need to ask if Lacey was one of Bullet’s girls. I’d seen her with Bristol at the Landing Strip. I assumed the other one was, too.

“Bullet had us pick up some things for you. There’s more in the car.”

“I’ll get it.” Romeo kissed Levi’s cheek. “Be right back.”

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and propelled me toward the door, following Clover and Lacey outside. No wonder the little girl sang his name. There was something sweet and charming about him, but with the twist of those smiling lips, you just knew there was nothing innocent about him.

No wonder he was called Romeo. And the man who promised to help me was called Bullet. What was wrong with me and wanting what I shouldn’t? I was obsessing over a man I couldn’t have and shouldn’t want.

“I’m not one of his girls, and I never will be. This is temporary,” I said to Romeo as we stood at the open back of a silver SUV. Lacey handed me two fluffy white pillows, then hustled around to the passenger door for more bags. “I don’t want him buying me anything.”

“It’s all good,” Romeo said. “What you got going with Bullet isn’t anyone’s business. That he’d bring you here is all I need to know. We got your back, Stormy. This shit,” he said indicating the bags. “This is Bullet taking care of his business. You’re his business.”

But I wasn’t. His business was sex, and I was waiting to run.

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