Page 69 of Bullet

“I want their names,” Scarlett hissed, pulling her sister close and kissing her head. “They fucking hurt you. Bullet will hurt them.” She kept her arm wrapped around Skye and tucked Skye’s head against her chest.

I raised a brow at Scarlett. That wasn’t how this worked. My protection came with rules. Break them, and you could fuck off. It all came down to trust. Skye was a nice kid, but she had no impulse control, likedthe high too much, and was on self-destruct. No way was she taking any of my girls with her. After this long with me, Scarlett knew the score.

“I’m scared,” Skye whispered, pulling away from her sister. “I know I fucked up.”

Clover sat on the other side of Skye. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“No.” Her gaze pleaded with me. “Will you look? I think they tore my piercing?”

Skye had the hood of her clit pierced. I’d gone with her to have it done, shown her how to care for it, and how to keep it from getting infected.

I nodded. She lifted her hips and carefully pushed her sweatpants down her thighs, past her knees, and gently lowered them to her ankles.

With my hands on her knees, I spread her thighs. Her pussy was wrecked. The inflamed folds were red and swollen. Tenderly peeling back her labia, I exposed the vertical piercing in the hood of her clit. Blood stained the steel barbell. The hood had been stretched into a deep tear.

I didn’t see any signs of infection. Time and a few days of antibiotic ointment would heal the injury.

“You have a tear. I don’t think you need to take out the piercing. They fucked you hard, Skye. You’re going to remember this one. Did they wear a condom?” Even if they had, with an open wound, she could have been exposed to an STD since she was fucking and sucking guys off all night.

“I think so.”

“Skye, you know how stupid that is.” Scarlett launched off the couch and tossed her hands in the air. “You never fucking listen.”

“I’m sorry,” she whined. “I know it was stupid. I was high.”

“You’ll need to go to the clinic, get tested, and get on an antibiotic.” I rested my hands at her side, along her flanks. “I know you’re sorry. You made a mistake.” I hated the tears in her eyes, but I was an unforgiving asshole when it came to my rules.

I wasn’t going to do time because she couldn’t see past the dick in front of her face. The girl was young and reckless, I couldn’t trust her, and I didn’t associate with people I couldn’t trust. “I’ll make sure you have enough money to figure your shit out, but you don’t work for me anymore.”

Tears spilled from her eyes. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Please, Bullet, I need you.”

“Lacey, your closet is wrecked but wait until you see Stormy.” Bristol strolled into the room and paused. “What’s going on?”

I pried Skye’s arms off my neck and glanced over my shoulder.

Stormy stood behind Bristol. Those big brown eyes darted from my face to Skye, to where my hands had been at her bare thighs and to her pussy spread wide in front of me.

“Three guys broke Skye’s pussy,” Scarlett said. “Bullet’s making sure she’s okay.”

“He’s not a fucking doctor,” Bristol snapped. “If she’s hurt, she needs to go to the clinic or go see Willow at the MC.”

Willow was an emergency room nurse and Bear’s old lady. She’d been stitching up Hellers longer than I’d been around.

“I’ll go get changed.” Stormy took a step backwards, then another.

“Wait.” I stood and vaulted over the glass table.

“What am I supposed to do?” Skye gingerly pulled up her sweats.

“I have antibacterial ointment in the bathroom,” Lacey said. “Come on.”

“Why is she here?” Scarlett asked as I went after Stormy.

“Because she’s with me.” And she was halfway up the stairs when I caught up to her. “Stormy, wait.”

“No, it’s fine. Take care of Skye. She needs you.”

“Fuck, woman.” I followed her into Lacey’s bedroom and slammed the door. “She had a rough night. Three guys tore her up.”

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