Page 36 of Bullet

I smiled at him. “I’m afraid we’re a closed book.” It was a book that was never written, the pages left blank because our story was only in my head.

Lili ran back into the chapel but detoured to Romeo before coming back to the table. “Can Romeo give me a ride on his motorcycle?”

“Sorry. You know the rules.”

“I won’t tell my mom.” Her lip quivered, and her eyes pleaded with her dad.

“It’s late, Lilibug. It’s time we get you to bed. I have to take you back to your mom’s early.”

Her lip puffed out in a pout as she stomped back to Romeo.

“Once the divorce is final and visitation is set, that’s the first fucking rule that’ll be broken. I have to borrow the hearse to pick her up because Heather doesn’t want her on a motorcycle.”

“You pick her up in a hearse?”

“Nah,” he said with a smile. “The hearse belongs to the MC. It’s just a flatbed truck that hauls dead bikes on runs.”

“I’ll be right back.” I scooted my chair out and headed toward the restroom. Two people waited in line. But I needed to pee.

Levi came down the hall with Bristol.

“Just go use my room,” Levi said. “No one is in there.”

“I don’t know which room it is,” I said.

“I’ll show her.” Bristol held up a joint between her fingers. “Thanks.”

“I’ll see you in a minute,” Levi said and walked away.

“Are you buying a joint from a pregnant girl?”

Bristol smiled. “No, I buy weed from her boyfriend. I need to talk to Scarlett. I think she’s with Skye and Kodiak.”

Why did hearing Scarlett’s name make my stomach clench? Yet, I didn’t feel the same insecurity with Bristol, and Bullet had fucked her last night.

“I thought she was with Bullet.” I hope my voice didn’t reveal the flare of jealousy surging through me. “He was with her a few minutes ago.”

“Oh, maybe all four of them are together.” She wagged her brows. “I can imagine the fun they’re having.”

How could she not care that he just fucked around indiscriminately? “I couldn’t do it,” I said.

“Do what?”

“Doesn’t it bother you that you were with him all day, and now, he’s with her?”

“Stormy, he’s never going to be faithful to one woman.” She smiled. “And I wasn’t with him all day.”

My brows pinched. “I assumed he was with you.” Since he wasn’t, add in a third woman in—what—twelve hours? “I couldn’t do it,” I repeated. “I couldn’t share.”

“Bullet’s never going to settle down. He doesn’t want kids. He plays hard. He doesn’t hide who he is, and he doesn’t judge who I am. I know what we have. He’s always going to be there for me.”

Unless he was in bed with someone else. Then I supposed she’d just join in, too. I guess that was better than Emerson. He’d lied to get me into bed, but it was all a seduction because he was never going to be mine. I was another possession, a toy he didn’t want anyone else to play with.

Bullet shared his toys, and he let all his toys share him.

“I told him he was an ass for leaving you alone here at the MC.” Bristol lowered her voice. “Stormy, I don’t know what happened between you and Bullet that night.”

“Nothing happened.” Everything happened. Without knowing it, he’d saved me. Somehow, he’d left me with scars. Without a touch, in a few moments where he was a pinprick of light in the dark. And now, the idea of what I imagined him to be haunted me.

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