Page 15 of Bully's Darkness
“You’re not fucking going on a date with another man,” he roars, and Misty growls like she’s backing him up. Like she’s suddenly found her strength.Traitor.
“I know,” I say, and I glance at the guy. “I meant to call, but time got away from me. I can’t make it. I’m sorry to mess you around, Darren.”
He gives a slight nod. “Okay. Call me.”
“She ain’t calling you,” Bully yells. Darren gives another smirk before leaving.“Prick,”Bully mutters under his breath.
Ann gives a sheepish grin. “I’ll be out back,” she mutters, rushing off.
“Well,” I mutter, “that was awkward.”
“I can’t believe you.” Shame washes over me. “You jumped out of my bed and made plans to go on a date?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“You’ve changed.”
His words hurt, and I fight my tears. “How dare you, after everything you’ve done to me,” I cry. “You cheated and stayed in my bed the entire time.”
He rolls his eyes. “Get over it, Olivia. It was years ago.” I watch as he heads for the door. “I’m so fucking sick of apologising for that.”
“Where are you going?”
“To settle my new dog in,” he snaps, pulling the door open.
“I thought you wanted to talk?”
“I don’t have the words right now,” he mutters, leaving.
Bully
Turns out Misty is a natural on the bike. The second I put my kutte on and stuck her inside, she snuggled down with just her head poking out. And she stayed still the entire ride.
I pull up outside the clubhouse and get off the bike, unzipping the jacket and placing Misty on the ground. She immediately finds a spot to pee before following me inside.
Taz looks at her. “Pres, there’s a rat following you.”
“She ain’t a rat. This is Misty, the new club dog.”
“Most presidents find club whores, but you bring usthis?”
I grin. “She’ll be more faithful, and you’ve got less chance of catching anything.”
He raises his eyebrows. “I dunno about that. She looks a little . . . worn.”
“Get one of the prospects. I have a list of shit this thing needs.”
Sparrow, our newest prospect, knocks on my office door, and Misty barks to alert me. She’s fitting in just fine. “VP said you need some stuff picked up for a rat?”
I laugh. “Meet Misty.” He crouches down, and she rushes to him for a fuss. “You like dogs?”
“I grew up around them,” he tells me.
“Perfect. Here’s some cash. Go grab me everything I need to keep it alive.” I chuck a roll of notes on the desk.
Boss enters as Sparrow leaves. “The ride out is this afternoon,” he tells me, placing a piece of paper on my desk. I take it and look at the route. “Right past the Scorpion’s new clubhouse.”
I grin. “How’d you get the location?”
