Page 113 of Bullet

Romeo and Steele shifted me onto the bed.

“Got a couple of broken ribs,” I said.

“Then don’t lay him flat,” she said to Romeo.

“I’ll get more pillows.” Levi slipped out of the room.

Willow ran her hands over my ribs, and Stormy kneeled on the floor and removed my boots.

“You should be at the hospital,” Stormy said.

“You have a smart cookie here,” Willow said to me and winked at Stormy. “He won’t go.”

“We’ve been here before,” I said.

“Ice for the ribs and bandages for the blood.” Willow’s lips pursed. “But if you get a fever or shortness of breath, you’re going.”

Levi brought in pillows, left them on the bed, then cleared everyone from the room. “Do you need me?” she asked her mom.

“I’m good. Thank you, sweetheart. But will you keep an eye on Blue?”

Levi nodded and stepped out of the room.

With my boots off, I braced a hand on Willow’s shoulder and gingerly stood. “I’m not one to question your judgment, but do you think it’s smart to put Levi in with Kiss? Kiss hasn’t been good to your girl.”

“Kiss left.” Careful to hold me steady, Willow glanced down at Stormy. “Jeans need to come off.”

Stormy scrambled onto her knees, lowered the zipper of my jeans, and peeled them down my legs. Without saying a word, her brown eyes spoke to me and my dick wanted in on the conversation. Willow didn’t need to see me popping an erection, but I couldn’t control my reactions to Stormy.

“Sorry, Mom.”

“Good to see not all of you is broken.” She smirked. “You’re not going to be able to use it for a few weeks.”

I sat, and Stormy finished removing my jeans. Wearing my boxers, I gritted my teeth and leaned back against the pillows.

“Nothing to do for broken and bruised ribs except ice and rest. The cuts will heal.”

“What happened with Kiss?” Stormy asked.

Willow washed the blood from my chest. “I was in the room with Blue when she came in and toldhim she was leaving. He tried to reason with her. I tried to talk to her.” She dug into her suitcase of supplies for antiseptic. “He didn’t want her to go.”

I glanced at Stormy. I understood the shit going through Blue’s head. Stormy didn’t have a reason to run anymore. Fuck, but I wanted to be her reason to stay. There wasn’t a lot of good in my past. But I wanted to be good enough for her. She must have seen the question in my eyes.

“I’m not leaving,” she mouthed.

Willow bandaged my nipple, cleaned the cuts on my face, and sat on the edge of the bed. She ran her hands over my ribs, pressed against my abdomen, and checked my vitals. “Bullet. I’m serious. Nausea, fever, or chills you need to come in for internal scans. You could have internal damage and bleeding.”

“Got it, doc.”

“I’m going to get some ice. Then you’re in bed. Do you want a painkiller?”

I grimaced and repositioned on the pillows. “Just some of your future son-in-law’s weed.”

Willow rolled her eyes and left.

“You know this is crazy, right?” Stormy sat next to me.

“Hundred percent.” I curled my hand around her neck and brought her mouth to mine. I kissed her, sipping her lips, sucking her tongue, and breathing in her sweet scent of vanilla and wildflowers. “Never again, Stormy. I can’t fucking lose you.”

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