Page 7 of Bullet
Sighing, I turn my bike back on and head toward the clubhouse. I ignore the teeny boppers who wave as I pass.
No, thoughts of her roll through my mind instead.
Harlee used to be quick to smile and laugh. Now I don’t even remember the last time I saw her do either. Instead she’s on the quick track to an early grave. She doesn’t give a fuck about her mortality.
“No one loves me. No one would care if I were gone. Except you. You’d care, wouldn’t you, Jacob?” she slurs as she falls into her bed.
“That’s not true, Harlee. A lot of us would care. Your dad, the club, the girls.”
She scoffs. “Really? My dad? He doesn’t even remember I exist.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is, and you know it. No, the only one who would care would be you, but you’d be better off without me.”
“Don’t say shit like that, Harlee…” I warn.
As I pull into the clubhouse, the memory fades from one of her many drunken nights. She doesn’t even realize that she lets those walls down when she gets so wasted. I never bring it back up, but it is tucked in my mind.
Taking my helmet off, I head inside and drop it off in my room. Then I head into church. I’m the first to arrive and lean against the wall.
Exhaustion rolls through me, and I shut my eyes.
I’m fucking tired.
I thought late nights at the club were bad when I joined, but they have nothing on them now. Not only am I trying to keep up with my duties, but I also make sure the woman who haunts me keeps breathing. It’s like having two full-time jobs at once.
I must fall asleep because the next thing I know is I’m being woken up by Midnight.
Blinking, I look around the table and see my brothers looking at me with concern.
“What are you doing in here? Have you been waiting on us?” Reaper asks.
“Are you okay?” Midnight asks.
“No.” The word leaves my mouth before I can stop it.
“What’s up?” Wrath asks, frowning.
I know I should walk it back and tell them that everything is fine. That I’m just tired, but I can’t. I can’t keep doing this.
“What’s going on, Bullet? Is it your family?” Trigger asks.
I shake my head. “My family is fine. It’s Harlee.”
The guys around me share a look before turning back to me.
“What did she do now?” Reaper asks, sounding resigned.
“Please don’t tell us she’s pregnant,” Colt mutters.
I shoot him a dirty look. “Don’t even say shit like that.”
“Bullet…” Reaper says, bringing my attention back to him.
“I can’t keep taking care of her and making sure she stays alive. Something needs to change. I had to drag her ass to school again today to make sure she does her finals so she can graduate.”
“Shit, that’s coming up, isn’t it?” Colt says.
