Page 44 of Wild Side
Then, without another word, she turns toward me, tilts her head back as she looks up into my eyes. “I think I’m going to go ahead and lie down. I’m tired.”
Whatever anger and annoyance I felt just moments ago have vanished. She’s not upset. She’s completely at peace. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers. “I’ll be there in a few minutes,” I mutter.
Zadie takes a step backward, then moves toward the hallway. I hear Goose grumble that he’ll walk her to my room, but I shift my focus back to Halo. My anger and annoyance immediately reappear just at the sight of him.
Imagine that.
Once Zadie and Goose are out of earshot, I narrow my gaze on him. I ignore the bitch who has been silently watching thisentire exchange. I know it’s her friend, or at least a woman who Zadie thought was her friend. Clearly, she is not that. No, my attention is only for Halo.
“You’re done,” I state.
Bullet makes a noise, but I ignore him. He knows what is right and wrong, and he knows that Halo is wrong in about a million different ways. “You can’t do shit to me,” Halo snaps. “She wasn’t claimed when I got here. She was still my property.”
Wrong.
Thing.
To.
Say.
I think about all the different ways I can fuck with him. Bullet can strip his title, kick his ass out, and I can kill him without a single person being able to say dick. I’m not sure if Zadie would even care which way this particular cookie crumbled.
As much as I want to take complete control of this situation, I do something that’s a bit out of the ordinary for me. I defer to my president. It’s usually me and Goose against the world, has been since we were born, but that’s not what this situation calls for.
This calls for Bullet to act as president. That is his status, so the responsibility falls on him. At least when it comes to Halo.
“It’s up to you, Bull. You do whatever fits this scenario. I will trust and agree with whatever your decision is.”
You could hear a pin drop. Halo doesn’t say shit. Shocker is watching from the bar and doesn’t chime in, either. Bullet is quiet. I’m not sure if he’s thinking of what he’s going to say or if he’s purposely drawing it out just to mentally fuck with Halo and make him sweat a bit more.
He moves toward Halo, stopping directly in front of him. “I have a unique opportunity here,” Bullet begins. “As the newest president of the original charter, this is the first opportunity Ihave to make an example out of a member of another charter who fucks up. Big time.”
“So now you’re going to use me as an example to parade around for the other clubs to point and laugh at?” Halo snaps.
I watch as Bullet lifts his hand to his chin and rubs it back and forth as if he’s thinking. I know he’s not thinking about shit. His decision is made. It was made in the office before we ever walked out here.
But something shifts. I don’t know if it’s the air around us, but something definitely changes. “Who does she belong to?” Bullet asks, lifting his hand before he extends his finger toward the girl.
“She’s one of my men’s daughters.”
“That you’re what… dating?” Bullet asks.
Halo smirks before he lets out a snort. “Fucking, but then again, so are others.”
“She a clubwhore, then?” Bullet asks.
“More or less,” Halo states.
The fact that she’s a member’s daughter gives her a bit more protection than if she were just some town girl he was fucking. She is indeed not that. Bullet nods a couple of times, then lifts his gaze to meet Halo’s again.
“Call her father right now. Tell him you’re fucking her.”
“So this is your big example?” Halo asks.
Bullet grins. “Absolutely not. This is just for shits and giggles. Call him.”
The girl gasps, but she honestly doesn’t fucking matter. She’s not only pointless, she’s useless. This is just to fuck with him, and fuck with him Bullet does. The sound of the phone ringing on speaker causes me to dip my chin in an effort to hide my smirk.
