Page 51 of Bullet
I can’t have her. He made that clear from day one.
Harlee stops moving her body, going taut. Before I know it, I’m moving toward her as the dumbass tries to grab her and pull her into him.
“Let me go,” she demands as she shoves him in the chest.
“Come on, baby, we were having such a good time,” he slurs.
He pulls her into him again and tries to grind his pencil dick against her, making me see red.
Without a second thought, I reach out and grab him, pulling him away from her. “No means no, motherfucker.”
“Hey, I found her first!” he cries as he stumbles backward.
“Bullet…” Harlee warns behind me.
I ignore her and keep my eyes on the dumbass in front of me.
“Do you know who the fuck I am?” I ask, pointing to my chest.
His eyes drop to my cut and widen when he sees the Lotus MC patch.
“Ah, I see you’re catching on now, aren’t you?”
“I-I didn’t know, man. I didn’t know she belonged to you,” he stammers, making me shake my head.
“It shouldn’t matter if she’s mine or not. If a woman tells you no, you stop. You understand me?”
The guy nods as he swallows hard.
“Get out of my sight.”
The guy tucks tail and runs the opposite way, pushing his way through the crowd.
I turned back toward Harlee. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“Am I okay?” she scoffs.
She turns on her heels and walks away. I follow her through the house and outside.
“What the hell was that, Bullet?” she yells as she comes to a stop next to my bike.
“That guy had his hands all over you, and you weren’t interested.”
“So that gives you the right to step in? I had it handled. I can handle myself. I don’t need you to step in and try and save the day. Stop acting like you’re my brother or my dad.”
Is that really how she thinks I see her? As my sister?
I stepped forward, crowding her against my bike. I lean down and get into her face.
“Trust me, Harlee, I already have a sister, and I don’t need another one. The last thing I think I am is your brother or your fucking dad. Me stepping in had nothing to do with having brotherly feelings toward you or anything like that, because trust me, I don’t have those. That guy needed to learn respect, so I showed him.”
“We’re friends. You’re not sounding very much like a friend…” she says as she breathes hard.
I glance down and check her out before looking back up at her. “Trust me, Harlee, the last thing I want to be is your friend.”
Before she can run her mouth, I pick her up and set her on my bike. I grab her helmet and shove it onto her head before doing the same with mine. I get onto my bike and reach back and pull her legs forward until she’s pressed up tightly against me.
When I start my bike, everyone looks our way. As I drive away, I keep one hand possessively on her thigh.
