Page 71 of Bullet

A few minutes later, Dead Man joined me outside. “Apache really show up at your place last night?”

Nodding, I took a drag. “Sirens scared him away before he could off me.”

“Shit.”

I took a sip of coffee as he continued, “The redhead know?”

“Yep.” I took another drag. “She let me have it right before Apache showed up.”

He shook his head with a humorless chuckle. “Damn.”

Speaking of the devil, I decided to send her a message.

Me:You okay?

I wasn’t sure if she’d respond. She was pretty pissed the night before, and I expected to get the silent treatment for a couple of days.

And I was right. I didn’t hear from Dixyn for three days and was starting to worry about her. My concern grew when Dead Man came in and closed my office door one morning. “We’ve gotten word of some wetbacks in Bullhead City.”

Great.“Matteo’s men?”

“Think so. They haven’t moved into Laughlin yet, so can’t be sure.”

I nodded. “Keep me updated.”

“Will do,” Dead Man said as he stood. When he reached the door, I added, “Have a prospect follow Dixyn; make sure she’s not being tailed by anyone.”

“Sure thing, boss,” he replied with a nod before walking out of my office.

A few minutes later, Cowboy appeared in my doorway. He leaned against the doorframe. “Got a minute?”

We hadn’t spoken since our confrontation, but he’d made sure to keep the cops out of our business and deny any involvement in the shooting. They had no evidence besides the testimony of the Forsaken, and our rivalry was well-known throughout Laughlin, so it was easy for them to dismiss accusations. Plus Jameson was still breathing so murder wasn’t on the table.

“Yeah,” I answered.

My VP entered my office. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry about the shit with the Forsaken. I didn’t think it would blow back on us like it did.”

“I told you it would. You should’ve listened to me.”

He nodded. “You’re right. I fucked up.”

“Don’t let it happen again. I don’t need my second undermining me.”

“Yes, sir.” He gave me a playful salute. “We good?”

I stared at him for a few moments before a smirk curved my lips. “Yeah, brother, we’re good.”

After Cowboy left, my phone pinged with a text. I glanced down at the screen, seeing Dixyn’s nickname popping up.

Kitten:I’m sorry. Can we meet and talk?

A grin tipped my lips. I didn’t want to admit that I missed my fiery redhead, but I did. And my cock did, too. Since she’d taken days to finally respond to me, I decided to make her wait a while before I replied.

It was over an hour before I messaged her back.

Me:Sure, kitten. My place in an hour

Kitten:K

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