Page 77 of Bullet
“Have a good rest of your day.”
“I will.”
Leaning down, I kiss her softly. All too soon, I pull away. “I’ll see you later.”
“Later.”
I watch as she walks into the tattoo shop. As she steps through the doorway, she looks back at me and smiles, making my heart race.
I love her so fucking much and she has no idea.
Soon. She will know soon enough if I have anything to say about it.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, reminding me that it’s time to move and that the club waits for no one. I look one last time at the shop and watch her behind the glass as she gets comfortable behind the check-in counter.
Yeah, soon enough, everyone will know she’s mine, and I can’t wait.
“You look gorgeous,” Bullet whispers right before his lips meet mine.
I love the little stolen moments we get with no one around to watch us. I guess that’s the positive part of my dad being in rehab. He’s not here to keep a watchful eye on me. With the club having more important things to do, it leaves me and Bullet in our little bubble.
I know my dad will come home eventually and we will have to deal with what that means for us, but for now, I am happy to live inside this little bubble with him. I never want it to pop.
“You keep flattering me like that, and I might have to keep you,” I tease him.
He nuzzles into my neck. “Oh no. The horror.”
I snort. “You haven’t lived with me. I can be a terror.”
He leans back, pressing a kiss to my nose. “Bring it on. I can handle you at your worst.”
I shake my head, trying to hide the big grin on my face. Bullet makes me feel safe. Loved. Happy.
It’s like he took some of the load off of my shoulders, making it easier for me to breathe.
“We should get going. It’s supposed to rain tonight,” he tells me.
I snuggle into him further. “I don’t wanna.”
He laughs. “I know, but we can go home and watch those trashy shows you love.”
“Don’t diss my shows,” I grumble, but pull away from him. “Thank you for bringing me out.”
It’s not somewhere we go often with the Reno Renegades frequenting the city, but Fremont Street has always been a favorite place of mine to go. As much as I hate the crowds and prefer staying out of the city, this place has sentimental value to me. I can remember coming here with my mom and dad as a child. We would always end the night with the light show after eating way too much food and having more fun than should be legal.
When my therapist recommended I remember the good memories of my childhood instead of the negative memories from my mom dying, I knew this was where I needed to go. Just like I knew I wanted Bullet to be the one by my side.
“Anytime,” he whispers, his words holding a promise.
He means it. He will always be here for me anytime.
We walk hand in hand back toward where he parked the bike, my eyes taking in the crowd. There are more tourists than locals here, but the joy on their faces brings back memories of my own joy.
The experience has changed over the years, but the feeling remains. It’s a reminder of how carefree life once was for me.
One day, I’ll bring my own kids here and tell them stories of my childhood. I hope it brings them as much joy as it has me.
“You okay? You look a little lost in thought,” Bullet asks me as we reach his bike.
