Page 16 of Bullet

My tone left no room for argument. The guys all went back to what they were doing, and I led Dixyn to my office. “Have a seat. I'll get to work on your car.”

I closed the door as she sat down. Cowboy made his way over to me as I headed to Dixyn's car. His glare was as heated as his voice when he asked, “What the hell is Apache's daughter doing here?”

I stopped, standing tall and pushing my chest out. I didn't like to be questioned, no matter how much I respected my VP. “Are you questioning me?”

If his tone was fire, mine was ice. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, no doubt rethinking his boldness. “No, sir. But don't you think having her here is asking for trouble with the Forsaken?”

He was right, but I wouldn't admit it. “She won't be here long. I'm fixing her car, then she's gone.”

I continued to Dixyn's Firebird with Cowboy following. “This her car?”

“Yeah,” I answered, popping the hood.

He whistled in appreciation, just as I had. “What's a kid like her doing with a beast like that?”

“Blackhawk gave it to her.”

Silence. The Forsaken were our rivals, but we respected the dead. Our beef had never been with Blackhawk, just Apache.

“So you wanna tell me what's going on with you and her?”

I bent over the engine. “Not really.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “C'mon, Bullet. I deserve to know what we're getting into.”

I glared at him, keeping my voice low, but stern. “We ain't getting into anything. This has nothing to do with the club.” I focused my attention back to the engine. “We'll talk later.”

A few seconds passed before I heard his retreating footsteps. My head was pounding, and I needed coffee. I didn't have the patience to talk about Dixyn or the Forsaken. I just wanted to get her car fixed as quickly as possible and get her the fuck out before Apache came looking for her. I didn't need the extra drama, no matter how good the pussy.

It didn't take me long to fix the issue. When I was finished, I went back to my office to let Dixyn know her car was ready.

She stood as I entered, looking up at me expectantly.

“You're good to go. Got her all fixed up.”

Her face visibly relaxed as a small smile curved her pretty lips. She exhaled a breath as her eyes briefly fluttered closed, then opened again. “Oh, thank God. Thank you so much, Ford.”

Not many people called me Ford, but I liked the sound of my name on her lips. “No problem.” I handed her the keys. “Here you go.”

“How much do I owe you?” She dug through her purse. “I don't have much right now, but I can pay you the rest when I get a job and—”

I held up my hand to stop her. “Don't worry about it. No charge.” It was the least I could do for being such a dick to her.

Her brows furrowed. “Are you sure?”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I'm sure. Now get outta here, kitten, before your daddy comes looking for you.”

She surprised me by throwing her arms around my waist and hugging me tightly. “Thank you, Ford,” she whispered softly against my chest.

I couldn't help but smile as I wrapped my arms around her. Kissing the top of her head, I breathed in her sweet scent. She smelled like a vanilla cupcake. Then she left, throwing me a smile as she glanced at me over her shoulder.

Fuck, I could get in some serious trouble with her.

I shook the thoughts I was having from my mind and went to get some coffee. My brain was muddled from all the alcohol, and I needed a pick-me-up. Coffee in hand, I went outside to smoke a cigarette.

Shortly after, Cowboy joined me outside. I took a drag, chuckling. “Damn, I thought I'd have more time before the interrogation began.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for me to continue.

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