Page 28 of Bullet

The girls drunkenly giggled, but I couldn't find it in me to join in. Thinking about my dad finding out about Bullet and me made my stomach knot with nerves. “It's more than that. Rivalry between motorcycle clubs are no joke. If my dad finds out about Ford, he'll hurt him, maybe even try to kill him.”

Their laughter stopped, and it seemed like everyone instantly sobered. A few seconds passed before Nina tried to lighten the mood. “So the dick's that good, huh?”

I almost spit out the water I'd just drank, then coughed with laughter. After composing myself, I replied, “He's the best dick I've ever had.” The smile I had fell as I contemplated the reality of my situation. “But I can't keep hooking up with him. There's no future for us, and I don't want anyone getting hurt over my lust.”

Saying the words out loud made me feel emotions I didn't expect to have. He made me feel things I hadn't felt in a long time, and at an intensity I'd never experienced before. Even when we were arguing, I felt a fire inside me that had long been snuffed out by Matteo. Ford made me feel alive again.

“I think it's hot,” Meghan commented.

Hannah smacked her lover's arm with a scoff. “How so? The guy could be her dad, and he could get them both killed over his selfishness.”

“It takes two to tango. He's not the only one thinking selfishly,” I defended. “And he's younger than my dad.”

“Yeah, plus we all know Dee has daddy issues. Makes sense for her to fall for someone like Ford: older, dad's enemy, hot as hell biker,” Nina pointed out.

“Hey!” I scowled, picking up a fry and throwing it at Nina. “One, I do not have daddy issues, and two, I haven't fallen for Ford.”

Tossing the fry in her mouth, she arched a brow. “Yet.”

I blew out an exasperated breath. “What am I going to do, you guys?”

Hannah rubbed my back, trying to comfort me. “Well, there is the obvious. You could stop seeing him,” Hannah stated.

The thought of not seeing Ford again made me sadder than I wanted to admit, and there was no denying my desire for him.

“Or she could keep him as her dirty little secret,” Nina countered.

“A hot, dirty little secret,” Meghan added.

Hannah looked back and forth between our friends and scoffed. “I can't believe you guys. Dixyn could get hurt, and all you two can think about is dick?”

“Amazing dick,” I pointed out with a dreamy sigh. Ford's cock was magical.

Hannah threw her arms out in exasperation. “You're like a bunch of children.” She slid out of the booth and stormed off without a backward glance.

Meghan sighed as she scooted out of the booth. “I'll go get her.”

As I watched Meghan jog after Hannah, I admitted, “She's right. I shouldn't see him anymore.”

Nina shrugged. “You do you, girl. I'll always have your back.”

I smiled at my friend. “Thank you.”

After Hannah calmed down, we finished eating and went our separate ways. Now that I was out of my drunken stupor, I felt dirty about what I'd done with Ford. He had just hooked up with some stripper, and I’d hopped on his dick like my life depended on it. I’d made him wrap it up, but still. He had his cock in another woman minutes before me, even if I believed it was just her mouth.

I knew he'd hooked up with the stripper just to make me jealous, and it pissed me off that it worked. I shouldn't care who Ford fucked, but I did. My body was the only one I wanted his calloused hands on, and I hated that I felt that way. I shouldn't feel anything for the asshole, but apparently, my vagina was in control when it came to Ford, and she really liked him.

I went home and crashed easily. My lingering buzz combined with a full stomach helped with my normal restless sleep, and I didn't wake up the next morning until my phone rang. “Hello?” I answered groggily.

“May I speak with Dixyn Knox, please?”

“This is she,” I replied, stifling a yawn as I wondered who was calling me. Not many people had my new number.

“This is Deborah Connelly with the Tropicana Casino. I wanted to see if you could come in for an interview today around three p.m.”

I sat up, all traces of sleep gone as Deborah's words sank in. “Yes. I can be there at three.”

I could hear the smile in her voice as she replied, “Great. I'll see you this afternoon.” She gave me some details about where to meet before ending the call.

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