Page 94 of Bullet

Bullet

Stormy sat at a table with Jazzy, Hana, and the rest of the girls. Include Blue in that mix. The kid needed to check between his legs to see if he had a pussy. Nah, the kid had too much heart. Life hadn’t hardened him yet. It would.

Kodiak, Vega and I planned for tonight. Barras would be at Tuscany. Skye had a better chance of gaining Barras’s attention because she was young, but I hadn’t spoken to her or Scarlett since our falling out. I needed eyes on the inside, so Jinx and Clover had a late reservation.

Vega would be outside the restaurant. He wasn’t happy about spending an evening in Lacey’s cage, but the Subaru wouldn’t draw unwanted attention.

I’d wrestled with the best option for interception. I couldn’t take Barras out on the street, and it was unlikely I’d get him in the open. I’d grab him inside the parking garage, in his own fucking vehicle.

Kodiak leaned forward and braced his forearms on the table. “You need to give me a couplehours to secure the location. I can’t just incapacitate Darla. I’m not fucking a corpse, and she’s not going to relax enough for a drink until she gets dick.” His bored and horny socialite would take an extended slumber with the help of Ambien.

“No mistakes and no unnecessary risks.” The hair on the back of my neck prickled. We were hunting a predator, and he was laying a trap. No way he hadn’t figured out that Stormy was with me, and he had to assume Bristol was involved.

“I’ll be hidden from view in Lacey’s vehicle, but how vulnerable are you going to be inside the parking structure?” Vega asked.

“We’re good if we stay on the perimeter. Surveillance covers the vehicles and the main gate.” Kodiak smiled. “I tried to fuck Darla on the hood of her car, but her ex is still on the property until the divorce is settled. Security footage of her getting dicked wouldn’t go over well in her divorce proceedings. Her words. Not mine. She had me fuck her against the wall instead. Maybe I should be offended, but she doesn’t want to be seen coming and going with me.”

Vega woofed like a dog.

“The building has shit security,” Kodiak said. “The gate to the parking structure is monitored, and there is a rent a cop in the lobby of the building. Getting to Barras should be a piece of cake.”

“It’s always the variables that fuck us over,” I said.

“Expect the unexpected,” Vega said.

“And be ready for it.” I leaned back in my chair. As ready as we could be when we were going in on the intel of a woman getting railed in the parking structure.

Fuck.

Tonight, the MC was going to be busy. Sherry, Blade’s mom, bustled around the clubhouse, decorating for Murph’s birthday. Hopefully, no one would notice our absence.

My phone vibrated with a text. The results from the clinic. My knee jostled as I tapped the link in the email. While the page loaded, I glanced at Stormy. Her new phone was in her hand, and her teeth were sinking into her lower lip.

The results loaded. My gut cramped with a sliver of fear revealing just how important this woman had become to me.

Finally, the screen changed with the results. Negative. I released a sigh, and my shoulders slumped. I lifted my head, and my gaze crashed with Stormy’s.

“Give me a minute,” I said to Kodiak and Vega.

When I stood, Stormy did, too. Three hesitant steps, and then she rushed across the room and launched into my arms. She buried her face in my neck and clutched me close.

“Bullet?” Levi questioned. “Is she okay?”

I nodded, even though I wasn’t sure. I gripped her ass and carried her out of the room. Her tears dampened my neck.

Once inside our room, I kicked the door closed and carried her to the bed. She still gripped her pink blinged out phone.

“Doesn’t matter what the results are, we’re in this together.” I sat with her in my lap and wiped a tear from her cheek.

“I didn’t want to tell you, but I was scared to get tested. Once I knew Emerson had a wife, I wondered if I was the only other one. He’s a cheater. Until listening to Marco, I didn’t realize that I was just another sick toy for him. I guess I’d convinced myself that I was different. Who knows how many other girls he’s hurt?” She turned the screen of her phone toward me. “I’m clean.”

I sank my fingers into her hair and cradled her skull. “Me, too.”

Heat unfurled within me, sizzled along my spine, and seeped into my extremities. This was what her touch did to me. My cock stretched against the zipper of my jeans. I straddled her over my lap and ground her down onto the rigid edge of my erection.

She quivered beneath my hands, her hips rolled, and soft breathy pants gusted against my neck. I forced her eyes, darkening with lust, to mine. “You’re killing me.” I trekked my hands along her sides and bracketed her ribs. “I want to strip you out of these jeans.”

She reached between my legs and cupped my cock. With a snap of her fingers, she had my fly open and her hand inside my jeans. She squeezed my shaft, and her thumb pressed against my piercing. She swallowed, slightly swaying into me, and whispered in my ear. “I’m all yours, Bullet, so fuck me like you own me.”

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