Page 1 of Bullet
Ihaven’t felt good all day, so the fact that the roar of motorcycles surrounds my house right now is making me want to murder someone.
I don’t care that most of them are like family. I want to make them pay for showing up here this late.
Groaning, I roll out of bed. My head still pounds from the migraine I was currently trying to sleep off. The medication I took for it is not doing a damn thing to help.
Maybe I can get Mom to massage my temples. That always makes me feel better. I might be seventeen, but I’m not scared to admit that sometimes I still need my mom. I mean, it helps that my mom is way cooler than any of the other mothers at school.
Pulling on a sweatshirt over my thin tank top and tiny sleep shorts, I head into the living room. Dad will throw a fit for me coming out here like this, but I don’t care. These fuckers woke me up, and I want to know why.
As I step out of the room, I can hear the men speaking in low voices in the living room. I contemplate going back to my own room. This is likely club business, which I am not allowed to be involved in. Hell, my dad hopes I never get involved in the club, even if I am a legacy of it. He says none of the guys are goodenough for me, and right now, the only way into the Lotus MC as a female is to become an old lady or a sweetbutt. Neither of which really appeals to me very much.
Unless…
I peek around the corner to see if he is here. My heart beats a little faster at the thought of having him in my space.
Bullet.
That’s the name they gave him for taking a bullet for Natalie, Reaper’s old lady. It fast-tracked him right into the club. I’ve had a crush on him ever since he started prospecting. It’s hard not to when you look into his smoky green eyes. The boy has seen some things. Add in the espresso brown hair that is just long enough to look like he has always rolled out of bed recently, and well, he is something I enjoy looking at. The sun-kissed abs and that cocky smile of his doesn’t hurt either.
I don’t see him right away. All I can see is Wrath talking with my dad, Trigger next to him. Whatever they are talking about isn’t good. Dad looks like he’s going to burn the world.
I let my eyes leave them and search the rest of the room. It must be really bad. Chap, Pinky, Hawk, and Kicks are all here too. The looks on their faces are grim.
Then I see him. Bullet is in the corner of the room watching everything play out. He hasn’t been a full member long, but I can see how much he already cares about everyone. He is a good guy. One that I happen to wish would see me as more than a little girl, but I know my father will make sure that doesn’t happen.
“No. NO. She’s not…no.” I hear my dad’s anguished voice and bring my eyes back to him.
What I see chills my soul. I’ve never seen my dad look anything other than the badass biker he is. Sure, he is mushy with my mom, but the man is steel otherwise. I haven’t ever seen him cry, and right now tears are pouring down his face as helooks utterly broken. I go to step into the room, but my father stands, tearing out of it like his ass is on fire.
“I’ll go after him.” Trigger is already on his feet and moving.
Chap, Pinky, and Kicks follow, leaving Wrath, Bullet, and Hawk behind.
“We need to tell her, too.” Bullet keeps his voice low.
“Shouldn’t we let him do that?” Wrath asks, looking out of his element.
He has been acting president for a couple of weeks now. I’m sure he would rather Reaper be here.
Whatever has happened, it has to do with me. I won’t let them brush this under the rug this time. I want to know.
Stepping into the living room, I meet Bullet’s eyes. He looks anguished as he stares back at me.
“What happened? Why is my dad losing his shit?” I ask point-blank.
Wrath looks down at the floor before stepping forward, “Please have a seat, Harlee.”
“No. I don’t want to. What is going on?” My heart starts beating faster in my chest.
I can feel the tension in the air. Whatever happened is really bad. It’s going to change everything.
Bullet moves closer while Hawk keeps his head down. Once Bullet is within touching distance, he finally speaks the words that change my life forever.
“Your mother was in a car accident.”
I shake my head, “No. You’re lying. She was at the clubhouse. She said she was coming home late. She will be here.”
“Harlee…” He trails off, reaching out to touch my arms.
