Page 78 of Wild Ride

My brows lift as I watch her, wondering what the fuck she’s doing and knowing that she’s not responding to my question, which was, what the fuck did she do to me? She doesn’t need to respond, though. I’ve pretty much figured it out. The pounding in my head, the grogginess, and the fogginess tell me everything I need to know.

She drugged me.

“We’re perfect together, Bullet. I will do whatever you want, the way you want it. I will never argue with you. I will never get jealous of another woman or give you limits and try and force you to be faithful, which we both know is something you aren’t. You can never belong to one woman. I understand that. Forget her because this is what you and I both know you need.”

She’s crazy. She’s delusional. She doesn’t know me, and what’s more, she’s sad.

I feel pity for her, but at the same time, the anger builds inside of me at her words, combined with what I assume is her actions. It’s too much. There is a noise by the door, and my eyes swing over to see that it’s wide fucking open.

Viking stands in the doorway, his gaze flicking between us. He doesn’t smirk, doesn’t appear to be amused in any way, and thank fuck, because I’m not either.

“We got a big fucking problem,” I growl.

He hums but shakes his head once. “We do, but it’s not this bitch in bed,” he says. I open my mouth to ask him what he’s talking about, but he doesn’t let me speak because he’s already talking, and by the time he’s finished saying just four little words, I feel as if my entire world has come crashing down around me—again.

“We can’t find Dakota.”

I jerk my chin toward Viking instead of running out of the room completely naked and going in search of her. Because that would possibly give this bitch the idea that she is going to get away with whatever the fuck she did. I try to tamp down my mixed emotions of anger and panic.

“Lock this bitch up until I can deal with her,” I growl.

Thankfully, Viking doesn’t argue with me. I hear Exorcist cry out behind me, but I ignore her. Grabbing my cut from the top of the small dresser in the room, I slip it on before I make my way to my room.

Dakota isn’t here, although I had hoped to find her sitting on the bed, arms crossed in anger. I know that if she saw whatever the fuck was happening between me and Exorcist, she would not simply be waiting for me.

She would be gone, and since she is, I have a feeling it is going to take a lot more than some sweet words to bring her back. I don’t blame her. Even if it was against her knowledge or will, if I saw her with any man, I would lose my fucking shit.

I root around for some clean clothes to put on but pause with the clothes in my hands. If I did anything with that bitch, I need to wash her stink off me.

Fuck.

I can’t believe this has happened.

Fuck me.

My body trembles as I take a quick shower. I don’t know how I’m going to fix this, but I am going to fucking try. Once I’m dressed and before I leave the clubhouse, I go in search of one person who might know where Dakota is… that is, if she’s still even here. Maybe they’re off somewhere together.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

DAKOTA

Lainey watchesfrom over her coffee cup. Her concerned gaze is focused on me. She doesn’t say anything. She didn’t last night, either. But I know she has a million questions swirling inside of her head, and I should probably answer them or at least explain myself. I don’t do either, at least not yet.

“Thank you so much for letting me stay here last night,” I whisper.

That’s the first thing I need to get out before I say anything else to her. Lainey smiles. Her presence is nothing but kindness, and I want to wrap her around me like a warm blanket.

“Any time at all. I have to admit it was kind of nice waking up and having someone here to talk to. I spend so much time alone between the bakery and here that I forgot what it was like to have someone close by.”

It’s my turn to smile. I knew Lainey was good people the moment I met her at the bakery. She didn’t deter me away from Bullet, but I could tell by the way she reacted to me being with him that she was cautious.

I’m not sure what to say. How to begin. So I decide to start at the beginning, well, at least the beginning of last night. I don’t tell her every detail, though. I omit the part where I was kidnapped and held for days by a rival motorcycle club, where Bullet killed a bunch of people and exploded a building. I don’t think it would be a good idea to tell her all of that, so I just start with last night.

“My friend came here from Oregon to check on me. You know, with all of my dad’s things, she just wanted to make sure I was doing alright,” I tell the somewhat truth. “So, last night, I say good night to her, and I’m walking to the bedroom that I share with Bullet when I hear a noise. I turn to face said noise, and it’s one of those club women, and she’s blowing him.”

“Bullet?” Lainey hisses.

“Bullet,” I confirm.

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