Page 79 of Bullet

The entire pool area was packed, but I could see Ford’s prospects hanging out by the bar. I wondered how they managed to get access to all the places we went, but I knew bikers had a way of getting what they wanted, whether it was with money or by force.

After a few more drinks, I needed to go to the bathroom.

“I gotta use the ladies’ room,” I announced in a drunken squeal. “I’ll be right back.”

My friends were hitting a beach ball back and forth to each other. “Okay,” they called out in a chorus of girly giggles.

I grabbed a towel from the towel station and wrapped it around myself before squeezing through the crowd to get to the bathroom.

After relieving my very full bladder and washing my hands, I emerged from the bathroom to promptly smack into a broad chest. “Whoops, sorry,” I apologized with a drunken giggle.

I moved around the man only to have another step in front of me. “Excuse me,” I scoffed, my buzz fading from the jerks purposely getting in my way.

When I noticed the presence of the other two men closing in around me, I knew I was in trouble. I felt the cold press of metal against my bare back and stiffened.

The man in front of me smirked. “Hello, Dixyn.” He had a thick Spanish accent, and my stomach dropped. “Matteo has been looking for you.”

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