Page 114 of Bullet
Two years ago, I might have lost my best friend. My mother. The guiding light of my life, but she was always going to leave me one day. She knew I would find the one person who speaks to my soul the way that Jacob does. I know she didn’t want to leave me, but I know she is happy to see me here with him. She would be joyful for all the love he brings to my life.
I’m not over my grief one hundred percent. I still need hours of therapy before I will come close to that. I know I will need to talk with my dad and work on repairing what has been broken between us.
None of that matters right now, though.
Right now, in this moment all that matters is the man who promised to love me for the rest of his life.
“Everyone’s going to know what we were doing,” Harlee says as she runs a brush through her hair.
“Ask me if I care. Newsflash, I don’t,” I say, making her laugh.
“You won’t be saying that when my dad is glaring you down.”
She’s not wrong. While things have definitely changed between Honk and me, I still struggle with thinking that he’s going to change his mind and tell me I can’t be with Harlee.
Which is dumb, considering she wears my name on her back.
“All right, I’m ready,” she says as she sets down her hairbrush.
She walks toward me, and I take her hand. Side by side, we leave my room and head into the madness.
Brothers are playing pool, darts, and cards throughout the clubhouse, while other members drink at the bar. The party spills out into the backyard, where there’s a fire going.
“About time you joined us,” Kaitlyn teases from her spot at the bar.
Harlee’s face flushes. “Fuck off.”
Kaitlyn tosses her head back and laughs.
“That’s what your dad said when he walked by Bullet’s room twenty minutes ago,” Prospect One teases as he sets a bottle of water in front of Harlee without her having to ask.
“Wait, he walked by my room?”
“Yep. He heard his little girl moaning your name and took off outside looking a little green,” Kaitlyn teases.
Colt comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her. “Are you harassing the kids again, Little Mama?”
“Baby, I’ve never harassed a person in my life,” she says, batting her eyes.
Colt smiles down at her before looking back up at us. “Honk was looking a little ragey outside. I think Adalyn was trying to distract him.”
“Great,” Harlee moans.
Adalyn.
Everyone loves her. Well, everyone but Honk. For some reason he’s a raging asshole anytime she’s around. Which is a lot, considering she lives with him. How she puts up with him, we will never know. Harlee has gone toe-to-toe with her dad on more than one occasion trying to defend her friend.
It’s just fucking weird because Adalyn is nice as hell. Almost too nice if you ask me.
“We better go save her. We will talk to you guys later.” Harlee grabs her water and my hand and pulls me toward the door.
“Shit,” I mutter as soon as we step outside.
We watch as Adalyn approaches Honk with a bottle of water.
“Goddammit,” Harlee mutters as she rushes toward the impending fight.
Adalyn holds the bottle out to him, and like a dick, he refuses to take it.
