Page 21 of Wild Ride

“Well, that’s not helpful,” I mutter.

She laughs softly. “You’re human, Dakota. Welcome to the real world. It can be really ugly, but it can also be really amazing.”

I grunt, closing my eyes again as my head falls backward and bounces off the wall. “I’m sitting here alone and naked in my dad’s hallway.”

Briana snorts. “Put some clothes on and snoop through your dad’s things for the answers that you went there for. Don’t let a good dick with a bad attitude derail your journey.”

She’s right. And she described Bullet perfectly. Good dick with a bad attitude. That is who he is. And she is absolutely correct. This moment was about to derail my whole purpose for being here. And that purpose has nothing to do with Bullet and everything to do with me, my past, and my future.

I need to forget that man ever existed, after I get tested, of course.

BULLET

I walk into the clubhouse and I make my way straight toward the office, slamming the door behind me. Instead of moving to the chair behind my desk, I sink down on the cushion of the sofa and bury my face in my hands.

What the actual fuck is wrong with me?

I shouldn’t have spoken to Dakota that way. I have no idea what her past was really like, but it doesn’t matter because I guarantee I’ve fucked a hell of a lot more bitches than she has men. And regardless of that fact, it doesn’t matter. She could have been with a thousand men before me. I know what her body felt like—it felt like it was made just for me.

Anger consumes me, not just anger at myself or her, but anger at Shade. How the fuck could he have gone and left me here to deal with this shit? How could he have never told me about Dakota? Why didn’t Shocker ever say anything?

Why.

Why.

Fuckingwhy?

I’m also really fucking pissed that I want her so goddamn badly. I don’t just want to fuck her again. I want to keep her—forever. Once I realize that one time wasn’t enough, my body starts thrumming with anxious energy.

Because once she gets whatever it is she wants from Shade’s shit, she’s going to go back to her life… taking her magic cunt with her.

The office door opens, and I watch Piggy walk through. He’s wearing a frown that I don’t fucking understand, then he stops infront of me and leans his ass against the front of my desk, and I smirk at the sight of him in his uniform.

He doesn’t come to the clubhouse very often if ever, dressed in full pig cop regalia, but here he is, badge and all.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of Thunder Rock’s finest?” I ask.

Piggy snorts, shaking his head a few times before he flicks his gaze to meet mine. He doesn’t speak immediately, but when he does, I know this isn’t anything to fuck around with. This shit is serious, and it’s about the little bitch I just left freshly fucked and pissed off.

“That cult Willamette Haven, it’s fucked up.”

“Explain that shit.”

He clears his throat and continues, almost as if he’s trying to buy himself a bit more time, and to be fair, once he speaks, I can understand why.

“The leader wasn’t just like any random fucking cult leader. He was the leader of a sex trafficking ring. I don’t know if Dakota was one of them, but he was sending young girls out to make them money.”

I bite the corner of my bottom lip, then release it before I speak. “So he was running a stable of women.”

“No,” Piggy grunts. “He was running a stable of girls. Not women. I mean, maybe eventually women, but every single woman who was one of his whores started out as a girl.”

“Where did he get them?” I demand.

“You mean, whereishe getting them?” he asks.

Jumping to my feet, I clench my hands into fists at my sides. I want to punch him square in the jaw, but I know he’s just the fucking messenger. So instead of beating the shit out of the messenger, I wait for him to finish.

“Most recruiting them to his commune, others he’s buying off the black market. Likely brought in from another country orsomething. The cops there know about it, have tried to pin shit on him and catch him in the act, but so far, he’s evaded every attempt.”

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