Page 50 of Wild Night

IVY

Bullet stares at me from across my desk. I need this space between us, the large wooden top giving us enough space so he can’t reach across without standing and climbing over to beat the shit out of me.

He wants to, though.

I watch as he tilts his head to the side, his eyes searching mine for a moment, then he clears his throat.

“So you didn’t find out the details of her being here, just that she was running from some guy who didn’t exist and Piggy said was likely undercover. She gets on a goddamn bus and treks all the way across the country to do whatever the fuck she has planned in her head to do, and you don’t chase after her?” He takes a breath but then doesn’t give me a chance to respond.

“Then you call the Rivara chapter, and they tell you that they can’t help you because they have an agreement with the organization that owns the winery. The one that jackass was undercover in, which happens to be a whole cocaine operation. And then you send Shocker, Maverick, and Goose to California to deal with it all. Did I miss anything?”

Gritting my teeth, I clear my throat as I shift in my chair. “I fucked her…”

“No shit,” he snorts.

Shaking my head slightly, I press my lips together, rolling them a few times before I continue. “Not once. A lot,” I murmur. “I was going to try and fuck the information about her past out of her.”

“Christ,” he hisses, running his fingers through his hair. “I should beat the shit out of you.”

“Probably,” I say. “Plus, it didn’t work. Although Lainey and Cidney were able to get more out of her during one little bakery date than I could get after days of fucking her.”

“That’s because you weren’t talking when you were fucking her,” he grinds out.

He’s right about that. We weren’t really talking about much other than how good we felt to one another. Fuck, I want her back here. I want to be inside of her again. It’s been too long. I’m ready to have her back here already.

“Well, now that that’s all figured out, what the fuck do you have planned?”

“Nothing,” I say. “Waiting, I guess. I have clients and court dates that I can’t miss.”

Bullet stands. I watch him as he walks over to the window that looks out at the back parking lot. It’s nothing fancy, nothing special, but it’s my parking lot, so there’s that. Then he rocks back on his heels and turns his head to look over his shoulder at me.

“My wife isn’t going to be excited about the fact that her aunt is gone.”

“I’m sure she’s not,” I murmur. “I was trying to avoid anyone being pissed.”

He sucks in a deep breath and holds it for a moment before he lets it out in a heavy sigh then clears his throat. “I’m going to call the clubhouse in Rivara and see what I can find out. They may not do as much for you as they will for me. Or maybe we’ll get the same fucking results, but Dakota would want me to try.”

“I wish things had turned out differently,” I say.

Bullet snorts. “You shouldn’t have fucked her in the first place.”

“She’s an adult,” I snap. “And she wasn’t declared off limits. If it wasn’t me, it was going to be someone else.”

“Tell me one thing,” he begins. “Do you want her… to keep her?”

The question doesn’t catch me off guard. I’ve been thinking about it for days. Getting fucking drunk off my ass and thinking about it for days. I’m just not sure how the fuck I’m going to answer him.

“She’s already mine,” I blurt out.

He turns around to face me completely, tilting his head to the side, and watches me for a moment. “She’s yours,” he murmurs. “She know that?”

“She will,” I say. “Doesn’t matter what she thinks. I know she’s mine. And I’m keeping her.”

“You can’t fuck over Dakota’s aunt. She’s family, brother.”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ got that. Crystal goddamn clear.”

Bullet’s lips twitch into a smirk. “Well, let me make a phone call and see how fucked we are and when we can get to Posey. Fucking Posey Bennet. I knew she was trouble the second she pulled up in that candy-apple-red fucking Mercedes.”

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