Page 98 of Bullet

“The only thing Rogue feeds me is his dick,” Jazzy said with a snort. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Levi shuddered. “Rogue scares me.”

“I know. Me, too,” I said.

“He should. He’s a fucking legend,” Blue said. “He used to destroy his opponents in the underground fight clubs.”

“Oh, fuck.” Jazzy snapped her head around. “My dad still bitches every time he gets a sniffle. That’show Rogue became a Heller. He broke my dad’s nose in a fight.” She cocked a brow. “You don’t want to fight my dad. He was club enforcer until Dozer took over.”

“What do the fight clubs have to do with his dick?” Hana asked Blue.

“Nothing. I was referring to the rest of him. Terrifying as fuck, and if his dick is as big as the rest of him, Jazzy is getting a hard ride.” He smiled at Jazzy. “But then you ride that Harley Nightster. You’re used to having something big between your legs.”

The table grew silent as Bullet approached. He set the plate in front of me.

“We’re talking about riding big Harley’s,” I said.

“I’m sure.” He nodded to Jazzy and Hana. “Don’t corrupt my girl.” He tipped my face. “That’s my job.” His lips crashed onto mine, and he kissed me dirty. I gripped the edge of his cut and tangled my tongue with his.

A few cheers erupted around us. I smiled against his lips. “I guess it’s official. I’m a Heller whore.”

The smile fell from Bullet’s face. “The fuck you are.”

“Ah, fuck,” Hana said. “Here comes the Bullet we know.”

Levi waved her arms as if that would stop the aggression coming off Bullet. “Not like that.”

“Right.” Jazzy rested a hand on Bullet’s shoulder. “I’m looking at your girl. And I’d say she’s a whore for her Heller just like the rest of us.”

Bullet glared at Jazzy. “We’re not talking about you.”

Careful of the knives at his waist and the gun against his ribs, I slid my hands inside his cut. “How does an old lady claim her Heller?”

“You won’t have to do shit,” Jazzy said, taking her seat again. “Everyone in the room knows you’re off limits now.”

Levi nodded. “And he brought you food. That’s my new love language.”

“Blue, I need to talk to you.” Bullet slid a hand into his pocket.

“Yeah.” He jumped from the chair and followed Bullet toward the back of the MC.

“What’s that about?” Hana asked.

They all looked to me for an answer. “I don’t know,” I said. “I only found out today I’m an old lady at twenty-one.”

Hana laughed, but then her tone turned serious. “We’re glad you’re here, Stormy. And we’re so happy for Bullet. He’s different with you.” She plucked a potato off my plate.

“Rogue didn’t say much,” Jazzy said. “But he and Bullet are close. He said Bullet hadn’t been himself for a while, and you were the reason. None of us need to know more than that. You’re one of us now.”

“But listen,” Levi said. “Just because we tell each other everything doesn’t mean you have to say anything.”

A bloom of caution warmed my gut. I didn’t know what they knew of my situation, what they suspected, or if they knew their guys were conspiring with Bullet. “What…ah…what do you want to know?”

Please, don’t ask about tonight.Because I would lie. I wanted these girls as friends, but my loyalty was to Bullet.

Hana leaned onto the table. “Like how you got the king of pussy to give up his kittens?”

“Maybe he didn’t,” Levi said. “Remember, he’d leave the MC before he’d give up pimping.”

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