Page 70 of Bullet

After Dixyn stormed off and left me with her old man pointing a gun at my face, I prepared myself for the inevitable.

“I didn’t have anything to do with the jump,” I stated, keeping my eyes on Apache. If he really believed I had my men jump him and put a bullet in his kid’s leg, then he had every reason to shoot me. Our long-standing rivalry combined with that was more than enough.

His eyes were narrowed, his death glare reminding me of Dixyn’s. Good thing looks couldn’t kill. “And why should I believe you?”

He probably wouldn’t believe me, but I told him the truth. “Because I wouldn’t do that to Dixyn.”

We stared each other down for several tense seconds. The sound of sirens filled the air, and a smirk curved my lips.Saved by the bell.

“This ain’t over,” Apache spat. “Once I find out which one of your men put a bullet in my son, they’re dead.”

He kept his gun trained on me until he backed up to his bike. Hopping on, he holstered his Glock and took off.

Once he was out of sight, I relaxed, rolling the strain out of my shoulders from tensing up.

I lit a cigarette and took a long drag, my mind roaming to Dixyn. After everything we’d been through, I couldn’t believe she would think that I’d put a hit on her family. However, her anger was justified if she really believed that. I wanted to check on her and make sure she was okay but decided to give her some time to cool off.

I was a little pissed that she ditched me while her dad was pointing a gun at me, but she’d been through a lot so I could see why she lost her shit. First, her grandpa died, then she gets all tangled up in my bullshit, and now her brother gets shot by a King. Not to mention, I’d just told her Matteo’s men were looking for her. She had shit piling on top of shit.

I finished my cigarette and flicked the butt in my driveway, then went back inside. It was almost four in the morning, and after what had just happened, I needed some sleep. I’d talk to the guys the next day about Dixyn’s accusations.

* * *

I hadn’t slept well, thoughts of Dixyn, and my men going behind my back heavy on my mind. I didn’t want to think that Cowboy would do the hit without my authorization, but he seemed pretty pissed that I’d declined his proposal.

I headed to the shop as soon as I woke up. “Where’s Cowboy?” I asked as I walked in.

One of the prospects answered, “In the back.”

I made a beeline for the back room, set on finding out if my VP disobeyed my orders. Feeling eyes tracking me, I snapped, “Get to work!”

Cowboy, AK, and Dead Man were in the back room with some bricks of coke. They all turned to look at me as I entered. “Did you jump the Forsaken on that run?” I gritted out, balling my fists in an attempt to temper my anger.

Cowboy frowned, crossing his arms over his chest as AK and Dead Man watched us with confusion etched on their faces. “So what if I did?”

His disregard for my authority pissed me off more. “I told you not to. Last I checked, I am the president of this club, and my decisions are final.”

Cowboy scoffed. “Not when you’re letting your dick do the thinking.”

I charged him, enraged by his disrespect. I pushed him until his back hit the wall, growling, “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

His hands gripped the opening of my cut as he tried to push back against me. Cowboy was younger but not as strong as me, and combined with my adrenaline, he barely moved me.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, brothers, calm down,” Dead Man said as he tried to pry us apart. “What the fuck is going on?”

Cowboy tried to wrench out of my grasp. “I found out that the Forsaken were making a run night before last and told our pres here about it. Thought it would be a good idea to hurt them and snatch a good load, but Bullet didn’t want to. Said it was too risky with the cartel breathing down our necks, but the truth is he’s too pussy-whipped by Apache’s whore of a daughter.”

I let out a roar before I reared my fist back and punched him in the jaw. All I could see was red as I landed punch after punch on my VP.

It took both Dead Man and AK to pull me away. Cowboy spit blood as my men held me back.

“You think you’re so fucking smart. Well, your brilliant plan had Apache showing up at my door pointing a gun at my face because one of you fucking shot his kid. It would’ve been nice to have been prepared for something like that, but you didn’t think about that, did you?”

At least he had the decency to look ashamed. “Fuck,” he cursed. “I didn’t know.”

I roughly shrugged out of AK and Dead Man’s hold. “Yeah, well I told you it was a fucking bad idea. Now we have a fucking Forsaken in the hospital, and Apache looking for justice. We’ll probably have cops snooping around here any minute now.” I stalked toward him again, and he took a step back. Pointing a finger in his face, I gritted out, “Don’t ever undermine me again. You better clean up the mess you made and keep the heat off the club.”

Then I left the room, needing a cigarette and coffee. I poured myself a cup, opting to keep it black, then went outside to smoke.

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