Page 104 of Bullet

Should I text Blue? Maybe I should stay out of it, but I couldn’t. Blue had been torn between me and Kiss. Bullet was wrong. How would he feel if I needed him, and he had to choose between me and his obligation to his MC brother?

I chose to believe he’d choose me, because if he needed me, nothing would stop me from getting to him. So, I stayed in the room. I didn’t want to have to explain to the girls where Blue had gone. Then they’d ask about Bullet. I didn’t have it in me to lie nor to face an inquisition from the Hellers. I’d crack under the pressure if Rogue, Blade, Dozer, or Torch asked me any questions.

I could handle Romeo. He was too pretty to be mean.

Thirty minutes passed. I kept waiting for the door to open. Bullet wouldn’t hurt Blue. I mean, of course, he wouldn’t. They were friends.

Voices grew louder from the chapel. The birthday party must be getting rowdier. I curled onto my side, staring at the screen of my phone, willing it to light up with a text or a call.

Banging sounded on my door. “Stormy!”

I lurched up on the bed. “Yes?”

The door flew open, and Rogue filled the space. His mouth held a hard line.

Did they know? Did he somehow figure out Bullet went after Emerson without them? I could feel the pissed radiating off him.

Fear held me frozen. I couldn’t speak with the pounding of my heart in my throat. I stared at him, unmoving as seconds ticked by.

“Boardroom. Now,” he said.

“What’s wrong?”

“Come on.” He crossed the room, grabbed my arm, and helped me from the bed. Veins roped his muscular forearms, yet his touch was gentle. “We don’t have much time.”

Towering over me, he kept a hand on my shoulder and propelled me through the chapel toward the boardroom. The tension in his body felt like a knife cutting into mine. Pain seared into my chest. Something was wrong, and it involved me.

Trust my instincts.

Since neither Bullet or Blue were here, and Rogue was emitting a dangerous badass biker aura, I knew it wasn’t about Emerson.

In the chapel, someone had cut off the music. Everyone stared at me as I crossed the room with Rogue.

Whispers followed me, cracking into my armor, revealing my insecurity. I needed Bullet.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I guess we have the same question.” Rogue’s voice grated over me, sending a frisson of impending dread into every part of me.

Inside the boardroom, Blade and Torch huddled with Dozer and Romeo.

“Willow is on her way,” Romeo said.

Rogue nodded. “We’ll put him in Kodiak’s room.”

Willow was an emergency room nurse. Someone was hurt. Rogue had saidhim.Put who? Bullet or Blue? It had to be one of them.

“What happened? Who’s hurt?” I couldn’t breathe if I thought of Bullet hurt, but if not Bullet, then Blue needed Willow. Had Bullet gone after Blue? Tears filled my eyes. I hated this. I hated that either way, it was my fault. I told Blue to go to Kiss. “Who’s hurt?”

Blade turned to me. “Blue.” He inhaled hard, flaring his nostrils. “I figure we have five fucking minutes to make a plan.”

“Less than five,” Rogue fired back. “We should go now.”

“Not until I know what we’re riding into.” Blade turned to me. “What the fuck happened tonight?”

Panic laced adrenaline fired through me. My hands trembled, and I struggled to catch my breath. “What happened to Blue?”

“We don’t know yet.” Rogue pulled out a chair and pushed me into it. “Keep it together. We need information.”

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