Page 52 of Bullet

“No problem. We’re just going for information. I know you have my back. And brother, you know I have yours.” His secrets weren’t mine to share. I didn’t judge, and I’d never given a fuck all what anyone thought of me…until now. Until Stormy.

We circled the building. “About eight.” Torch rubbed the back of his neck with a palm. “The thing is, Gabi and I plan to stick around the club after the meeting. I can get you access.”

Of all my girls, Lacey was the only one who played in the scene. Before I’d let her take clients, she’d understood the rules of safe, sane, and consensual. I wasn’t going to yuck someone’s yum, but I’d never found much appeal in the sadomasochistic part of BDSM. But thinking of Stormy in a sex club had my cock thickening.

“Forget I said anything.”

Torch must have taken my lack of a response as a rejection.

“I gotta be honest. Stormy and I aren’t at that point.” And it was unlikely we ever would be. “But if she agrees, I’d want to stay.”

We approached the door to the MC. It had gotten late. Most of the bikes were gone. Inside, Levi and Gabi sat with Romeo and Blue. I glanced around for Stormy as I approached the table.

Blue stood. “I was waiting to talk to you.”

I stepped to the side with him. “What’s up?”

“I got a text from Kiss.” He nervously glanced around us. “Fuck, dude, she wanted to see if she could crash at Indulgence again. I told her we were shut down for a couple weeks.”

I leaned against the edge of the table. “You can’t fix her.”

He nodded. “I know that. But it fucking sucks. She’s trying to get clean, hitting the clinic every day, and shit.”

Maybe the kid was good for her. I dug my money clip from my wallet and peeled two hundred bucks off the top. “I’ll make you a deal. You can get her a motel room for a couple of nights. I don’t care if you stay with her.”

“Thanks.” Blue reached for the money, but I pulled it back.

“Don’t fuck her, Blue. I don’t care where you get your dick wet as long as it isn’t in a junkie.” I handed him the money.

“See you tomorrow,” Torch hollered to me as he walked out of the MC with his old lady, Gabi. Blue jogged to catch up to them.

“Stormy said she was taking a shower and going to bed.” Levi snapped off the lights behind the bar, and Romeo locked the door.

After they disappeared into their room, I sat alone in the muted glow of the streetlight coming through the stained glass and smoked a cigarette. In forty-eight hours, the girl I couldn’t forget had become a fucking contradiction.

A lot was said tonight, but Stormy had made one thing clear. There wasn’t going to be anything but friendship between us. Not as long as I had obligations to Bristol and the girls.

Stormy wasn’t a friend. Outside of my MC brothers, Bristol was my friend. Clover and Lacey were always by my side. Good friends. With the heel of my palm to my chin, I cracked my neck. I fucked my friends.

I stubbed out my cigarette and headed to Blade’s room. We used to call it the president’s suite. Biggest room, biggest bathroom, but since moving with Hana into Pippa and Dozer’s house, our current president’s room had become storage. Boxes of his shit lined the wall.

I’d never had a room in the MC. Never wanted one. My place outside of town was home.

Sitting on the end of his bed, I jerked off my boots. Maybe I should have asked Blade if I could borrow his room for a few weeks. Stormy could’ve stayed in here and had a bathroom with more privacy.

I shrugged out of my cut, set my weapon next to me, ripped my T-shirt over my head, and headed for the shower. A change of clothes would’ve been nice. I’d ride out to the house tomorrow and grab a few things.

With my face tipped to the warm spray of water, I thought of Stormy. She was all I could thinkabout. I still hated how we parted earlier. Especially after the way she’d clung to me on the bike.

I ran my hands over my hair, pushing it off my face. I didn’t want to confirm her assumptions about me, that my life revolved around bikes, brothers, and Bristol. Although, her assumptions were better than the truth. There were seven deadly sins, and I pursued them all with purpose.

Once I dried off, I climbed under the thin sheet, thought about Stormy, but the twist in my gut had me crawling out of bed, shrugging on my jeans without underwear, grabbing my gun, and going to her room. The hall was quiet as I tested the handle and found it unlocked.

My chest was tight as I locked the door and set my weapon next to her perfume and lotions. I could tell myself all kinds of shit about why I was in her room, like I just wanted to make sure she was safe or the fucked-up logic that allowed me access to her room because I paid the rent. There was only one reason I was slipping into her bed. And it wasn’t to fuck her, although my dick was ready to argue. Not that I’d listen because my dick couldn’t tell the difference between friendship and fucking.

But this right here, this woman, she was my issue. I couldn’t stay away from her.

Darkness draped the room. I focused on the softness of her breath. The blankets molded to her form as she slept on the bed. She rested on her side with hands pillowed beneath her cheek.

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