Page 45 of Bullet

“Definitely.”

I grabbed her hand and led her to the bar next door to the tattoo shop. I'd been a few times after getting ink, and it was a chill spot. Plus, it wasn't a biker bar, so we didn't have to worry about Kings or Forsaken.

We went inside and took a seat at the bar. There were only a few other people there, so we didn't have to wait to order. “Maker's and a Macallan on the rocks.”

Dixyn smiled at me. “I'm surprised you remembered.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “I'm sure you have a ton of club whores. Must be hard to keep track.”

I chuckled. “I don't pay attention to them.”

The bartender brought our drinks. “You seemed pretty upset when I attacked Barbie.”

I scoffed. “I was upset you were causing a scene in front of my brothers. I don't need that drama. That's why I don't have an old lady.”

She nodded. “Well, good because I don't want to be one.”

I raised my glass to her. “Glad we understand each other.”

She tapped my glass with hers, then took a drink. “So where's this going then?”

I arched a brow and smirked. “Hopefully back to my place.”

Rolling her eyes, she laughed. Thankfully, she didn't call me out on my response. I didn't want to discuss whatever fucked-up shit we had going on. I just wanted to have some fun with a hot chick and get laid. I told myself that the protectiveness I felt because of the cartel looking for her was because I didn't want someone else touching what was mine, not because I had actual feelings for her.

Because even if she wasn't my old lady, Dixyn was mine.

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