Page 12 of Bullet

I followed Sully out to the oil drum in the parking lot. Dozer tossed another log into the drum. The wood snapped and crackled as it burned.

“How’s your old man doing?” I asked him as I pulled my cigarettes from my pocket. I had a soft spot for Dozer. I saw a lot of myself in him. Pissed off with nowhere to put the anger. We spent a lot of time in the basement. Because like me, he was a fighter.

“He’s good.”

Tank had at least another six months in the country club. He’d taken a plea. I hated seeing another MC brother locked up. Men were meant to be free. That was life on two wheels.

“How’s Blue working out?” He flipped his cigarette butt into the flames.

Dozer used to work for me, keeping watch over my girls when they had a date. Watch being the right word. The kid had a couple of kinks but didn’t we all. Blue was usually outside the room when one of my girls fucked a client. Not Dozer. He was always in the room, watching. But that was before he’d fallen hard for Pippa.

Maybe Blueshouldwatch. Apparently, the kid needed to get his dick wet. The guys had given him his road name. Blue was short for blue balls. Given the opportunity, I figured he’d jump on one of my girls.Maybe he wasn’t into girls. Or at leastmygirls. Paid pussy clearly wasn’t his thing.

The security gate to the MC rolled open, and a motorcycle rumbled into the parking lot.

“Here comes your prospect,” I said to Dozer.

Cruz was more like trouble, but then that was the motto of the Hellers. We didn’t go looking for trouble, but it seemed to find us anyway.

A blonde climbed from the back of his bike. McKelle waved to Dozer as she passed and entered the clubhouse.

Cruz backed his bike into a spot in a long line of Harleys.

“You sure he wants to earn the patch?” Sully slapped Dozer on the back.

“Yeah.” But the sigh that followed revealed his disappointment in his prospect.

“Then you better show him what happens when he misses church,” I said.

Sully laughed. “Go get him, Mom.” A sponsor was also known as a prospect’s mom in the club.

Dozer slid his hand into the front pockets of his jeans and went to intercept Cruz. “Let’s take a walk,” he said.

“McKelle is inside.” He hooked a thumb toward the door.

“She’ll find Pippa.” Dozer led him around the back of the church, where there was an old mausoleum. Blade and the rest of his crew called it the playhouse. It was falling apart, but it was still a quiet place to have a come-to-Jesus moment with a prospect showing disrespect to the club.

“I’m heading home.” Sully rolled his shoulders. “I’m going to see if I can get my old lady to come over and tuck me in.” He chuckled as he headed into the club. “Gotta tell my princess goodbye, or she’ll bust my balls.”

All these fuckers wanted a wet and warm woman on the back of their bike. I had six. Not one of them would bust my ass about where I’d been. Some would call me a pimp. A boss with benefits. But I worked for my girls.

I’d rip apart anyone who didn’t treat them with respect. I could admit that I loved a good fight, loved the feel of my fist crunching bone. But the only time a man’s hands should be on a woman was to give her pleasure. Even if it meant putting my hand around her throat while I crammed her full of cock.

My dick stretched behind the zipper of my jeans. Fuck watching all my brothers with their hands on their old ladies. Clover and Lacey were working atIndulgence. I’d turned the massage salon over to them when the MC had gone legit. I couldn’t have a link between my girls and what Blade was trying to build with the Hellers. He had to keep everything legal and shit for the investors he’d brought into their outside business.

Tonight, Blue was watching Jinx. Fuck if I knew where Skye and Scarlett had run off to.

Lately, I’d spent a lot of time with Bristol, including in her bed. Maybe because she’d put her life on the line for me, but she’d become more than a fuck, but not more than a friend. I trusted her, but she’d never be my old lady. She wasn’t looking for love. But she liked dick. I couldn’t imagine she’d want morethan what we had either. By now, she’d be home from the strip club. I pulled my motorcycle key from my pocket.

I gave a two-finger wave to the guys around the oil drum as I rode my Harley Street Bob out of the lot. The engine rumbled between my legs, and the wind whipped across my face.

Fifteen minutes later, I had the key in the door of her condo. I growled and raked my fingers through my hair. She must have had a rough night. She wasn’t usually in bed this early.

I bent, removed my boots, and shrugged out of my cut. I draped it over the back of her leather sofa as I made my way to the bedroom.

Bristol was a girly girl. Not only was she beautiful with long blonde hair and a killer body, but she could cook.

I stripped out of my shirt as I stepped into her room.