Page 82 of Bullet

I shrugged. “Not sure we’ll reopen. It’s up to the girls. They have this plan.” I rapped my knuckles on the table. “They want to stop seeing clients and take on a partner, or two, instead.”

Vega’s brows furrowed. “Never thought I’d see the day you’d give up pimping.”

“They aren’t looking to replace me. That’s not the kind of partner they’re looking for.”

But I had to admit, I was giving up my girls. Their pivoting away from clients eliminated the need for me. Hopefully, they wouldn’t see my leaving them as deserting them when I chose Stormy over them.

“They’re thinking about becoming cam girls. Online shit, like OnlyFans. They have a list of skills they want to share with their fans and followers. Some of it would be fairly hardcore. Lacey’s into kink. Clover likes pussy. Bristol and Jinx just love Heller dick. They want to fuck on camera.”

“Your dick will scare away any guys from watching.”

“It won’t be my dick. Are you interested?” I asked them both. “You’d get a cut of the take rather than having to pay for pussy. You’d work for my girls.”

“Fuck, yeah.” Kodiak smiled and scrubbed a hand along his jaw.

I narrowed my gaze on him. “Then shit has to change. No blow when you’re with my girls. None of that shit you pulled with Skye.”

“Is she part of this? Fucking on camera?”

“Some things went down with her. Fuck, bruh, I can’t have her involved. She’s too reckless, too high risk.” If I had to bet, I’d say Scarlett would bounce with her sister. Especially once she discovered my dick was off limits.

“Too bad. She’s a firecracker. I guess I like my kittens with claws.”

Stormy swept through the room with Lili chattering at her side. She smiled at me as she went behind the bar, and Lili climbed up on a stool. I understood liking the firecrackers. Workout pants clung to her curves, defining the muscles of her thighs and buttocks. A sports bra wrapped her torso but left her toned midriff bare.

“How did she get mixed up in this?” Vega asked, tracking Stormy as she poured a glass of orange juice for Lili. “She’s pretty, Bullet. I can’t imagine what would have happened to her if you weren’t there that night.”

I couldn’t think about it without my gut clenching. I had to remind myself she was safe now. She was mine.

“Give me a minute.” I stood, grabbed my coffee mug, and went behind the bar with Stormy.

“Bullet, look at my new ballet slippers.” Lili leaned back and put her feet on the bar. “Stormy is helping me with my pirouette. I told Ms. Baird I wastraining my toes. She said I need to train my attitude, too.”

Stormy pressed her lips together to keep from laughing.

Positioned behind her, my palm splayed across her abdominals, and I whispered in her ear. “You need to put some clothes on.”

She pivoted and tilted her face to mine. “I know you’re not serious.”

“I am.”

She stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest and popped her hip. “I’m dancing with a five-year-old.” Her voice lowered. “If I were dancing for you, I’d be wearing a lot less. Are you going to try to tell me there’s a dress code for the MC?”

“Nah.” My gaze raked over the pebbled tips of her breasts prodding against the ribbed fabric of her sports bra, the quiver of her belly, and the thin fabric of the leggings outlining her hips and ass. “I don’t like these assholes looking at you.”

“I’m not changing my clothes.” She stepped into me. “Because I like the way you look at me, Bullet.”

She slid her arms inside my cut, felt the leather of my chest harness and the steel butt of my gun, and she stilled.

“I’m always in the gray, kitten.” Nothing was ever black and white. I broke laws but believed in justice. I curled my fingers around the nape of her neck and pulled her into a kiss.

“Ew, yuck.” Lili slurped orange juice.

Stormy smiled, but the levity didn’t reach her eyes. “Be careful. Mars is always armed, too.”

“Nothing happens tonight. I’m just stalking my prey.”

“Ready?” Vega asked, sliding his sunglasses over his eyes and heading to the door of the MC.

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