Page 27 of Bullet

“You're not getting out of this, Dixyn. You're telling us who that sexy dad was now,” Nina demanded.

After the strip club, we went to a 24-hour diner down the block to counter all the alcohol we'd consumed.

I could feel my cheeks heating as I shook my head and laughed. “Can't you just let this go one time?” I pleaded, not wanting to discuss whatever fucked-up thing I had going on with Ford. I didn't even know what the hell was going on between us, let alone how to explain it to my friends.

Hannah waggled her finger at me. “Hell no. You fucked some guy at our engagement party and expect not to tell us about it? Girl, you trippin'.”

I let out an exasperated sigh as Hannah popped a fry in her mouth. “Fine, fine. But you can't tell anyone.”

Meghan stuck her pinky out into the air. Hannah and Nina followed suit, linking their pinkies with Meghan's. “The pink is sacred,” Meghan said, eyeing me expectantly.

I chuckled and twined my pinky with my friends', then we all pulled them back and kissed the tip. I took a sip of my water before explaining, “I first saw him at my grandpa's funeral.”

“He's a biker?” Hannah gasped.

I arched a brow at her. “Are you going to let me finish?”

She gestured for me to go on, so I continued, “Then I happened to randomly walk into his club's bar one night. We had a few drinks, one thing led to another, and we hooked up in the bathroom.”

“You dirty slut,” Nina teased with a giggle.

“We ended up going back to his place and stayed up all night fucking.” My sex clenched as I reminisced about that night. Bullet was the best I'd ever had, and instead of quenching my desire, being with him made my lust for him almost insatiable.

Hannah whistled. “You go, girl.”

I snatched a fry and ate it before continuing, “Yeah, well, the next morning, he was a complete dick. Basically kicked me out on my ass like I was some hooker with no ride, a dead phone, and a raging hangover.”

Meghan frowned. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What an asshole.” Hannah smacked her tongue.

Nina leaned forward in intrigue. “So what happened?”

“I started walking back to the bar, hoping my car was still there. Luckily, I didn't walk far before he came after me. He gave me a ride back to my car, and I told him to fuck off.”

The girls laughed.

“Good for you,” Nina praised.

“Yeah, but then my car wouldn't start. As if the morning couldn't get any fucking worse.” I let out a humorless chuckle as I thought back to that moment. “Apparently, he's a mechanic. So he took my car back to his shop and fixed it, no charge.”

“That's the least he could do after how he treated you,” Meghan said, crossing her arms over her chest as she sat back. She was very defensive when it came to her girls.

A smirk curved my lips. I loved the sassiness of my friends. “I didn't expect to see him again after that, but he just happened to be at the strip club tonight.”

“So who is he?” Hannah asked.

I'd been hoping to avoid that question. I buried my face in my hands and sighed.

Meghan chuckled. “Damn, girl, that bad?”

I dropped my hands in my lap. “He's the president of the Suicide Kings.”

Hannah raised her brows. “And that means?”

“He's my dad's biggest rival; his sworn enemy. The Suicide Kings and the Forsaken hate each other.”

“Ooh, drama,” Nina teased.

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