Page 92 of Bullet

“You need a phone.” As if he had to have some part of him touching me, he kept his hand on my hip. “Pick what you want, but it’s going to have tracking on it. Shit like today will put me in an early grave.”

Phones filled shelves. Cases and accessories hung on the walls. I walked to the off brands, chose the cheapest one, and handed it to Bullet.

He read over the specs and put it back on the shelf. “You pick the case. I’ll pick the phone.”

In thirty seconds, he had a thousand-dollar phone on the counter and instructed the clerk to add the line to his account. I found a pink case with rhinestones in the shape of a heart on the back.

Next, we went to the ice cream shop on Washington Street. We sat under an umbrella at a small bistro table, our heads together as he sent contacts from his phone into mine.

I felt safe with Bullet, but I couldn’t stop watching the traffic. Strangers walked their dogs in the park. Kids on skateboards laughed, and a guy played guitar and sang in front of the coffee shop on the corner.

No matter how much I tried to blend in, Bullet would always stand out in the crowd. Head and shoulders taller than me, my tattooed badass biker had to be six three and two hundred pounds of mean muscle.

“If you can’t get me, call Rogue. I know you don’t want to hear this, but Lacey usually knows where I am.”

My phone pinged with her number. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Maybe you should give Lacey and Clover my number, too.” Just saying the words had tears welling in my eyes, but loving Bullet meant choosing to accept his kittens. “Not Scarlett or Skye.”

“Jealousy looks good on you.” He chuckled and licked a vanilla cone as he set up my phone. A drop of cream clung to his mustache. My tummy tumbled as he caught the cream on his thumb and sucked it into his mouth.

“I’m going to get old lady lessons from those Heller girls.” I licked my cone, swirling my tongue through the sweet cherry cream. “Then I’ll get a cut like Hana’s, a gun like Levi’s, and an attitude like Jazzy’s.”

“A triple threat.” He handed me my phone and slid his into his cut.

“Speaking of threats, what have you found out about Emerson?”

He leaned forward. “Are you sure you want the details? Sometimes it’s better not to know.”

My gut clenched. “Please, don’t keep anything from me.”

“Here’s the thing. I know you want to hang out with Levi and those other Heller girls. I’m good with that, but this, what’s going on with Barras, stays between us.”

“I thought you needed Rogue and the others.”

He shook his head. “Not after talking with Marco. I’m not going after cartel or mafia. This isn’t coming back on the MC. In and out. Kodiak and Vega will have my back. Stormy, they’re like me. No old lady at home and no kids. No one is going to care—”

“Don’t say it. You can have your reasons for not taking Rogue and Blade with you, but don’t lie and say no one is going to care if something happens to you.” I didn’t know Kodiak and Vega, but they were willing to risk their life helping Bullet and helping me. “I care. And so do your friends.”

A soft smile curled his lips. “I’m going to need you with me on this. No one can know what we haveplanned. Those heller girls share everything. You have to keep this to yourself.”

I nodded.

He leaned closer. “We have access to the building. It seems to be the only consistent location for him. Jinx and Clover are going to dinner tomorrow night at Tuscany. If one of them can get his attention, they’ll be in play for a night with him.”

I covered my mouth with my fingers. “Bullet, it’s too dangerous.”

“I’m going to take him from the garage. If Clover and Jinx are in the car, we’re golden. No fucking fight until I have him on his turf and isolated. If I can’t get to him tomorrow, we wait. Lacey has an idea to book a showing for one of the vacant units in the building. Nothing is set yet.”

“I just want this to be over.”

He clasped my hand in his. “Almost, kitten. Trust me. Either way, he’s going down.”

We grabbed a pint to go from the ice cream shop and headed back to the MC. A few bikes lined the front of the church. Fire crackled and popped in the oil drum.

“I’m going to hang out here for a bit,” Bullet said, and handed me my package from the saddlebag. “Do you mind?”

“I’m good.” I stepped closer to him. “I’ll go find Levi.”

He kissed me, then joined the others at the oil drum. Steele gave me a soft smile, slid his hands into his pocket, and nodded at something Kodiak said.

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