Page 15 of Wild Ride
CHAPTER SIX
BULLET
Shocker’s eyesmeet mine from over his beer. Why he chooses draft beer over bottles, I will never fucking understand. Lifting my bottle to my lips, I take a pull to clear my throat. He watches me without saying a single word, and I’m about to demand that he fucking tell me what is going on.
“Shade fell in fucking love thirty years ago. The bitch came in and swept him off his feet. The problem is that she didn’t tell him how old she was. Sixteen years old. Something he didn’t find out until she was in the goddamn hospital giving birth to his kid. A girl. Child Protective Services were involved.”
Shit.
“It took Ivy’s dad some doing, but he was able to skip prison and having to register as a sex offender. I don’t know the details of that shit, but what I know is that the bitch took the baby out of that hospital, and none of us saw her or the kid again. Gutted. That’s what Shade was. He loved that girl, but beyond that, he loved the baby.”
“She took the kid to live a live in a commune in Oregon,” I grunt.
Shocker’s eyes widen. “You’re telling me she’s been found? The baby?”
Nodding once, I lift my beer to my lips and take a pull. “Baby is thirty now and here to collect her estate.”
Shocker whistles, then almost immediately after clears his throat. “Can’t say it’s the baby’s fault. She literally knew nothing about Shade, I’m sure. The teenage bitch, I want to blame her, too, but she was a kid. Probably embarrassed and scared. Told everyone she was eighteen. Shade shouldn’t have been sniffin’ around her, even at eighteen, but he fell hard and fast. Not hard to do. Seemed like a sweet girl.”
“Sounds like you seriously don’t give a shit Dakota is here to take what she thinks is hers.”
Shocker snorts. “You got that wrong, man.”
“Do I?” I growl.
“Yeah,” he says. “She’s not here to take what she thinks is hers. Shade gave it to her.”
Standing from the barstool, I lift my hand and extend my finger toward him, pointing right in his fucking face. “Shade didn’t give her fucking shit. He didn’t know anything about her, and she sure as fuck didn’t know him.”
“So knowing him makes someone somehow worthy of his worldly possessions?”
I almost laugh in his face, but I decide against it. Instead, I just smile as I look across the bar at him. I need to get to the shop, but right now, I can’t even fucking see straight, let alone ride. I’m so goddamn pissed off.
“Yeah, I would fucking say so,” I roar. “That fucking cunt doesn’t deserve a cent of his money, of our business, or of any fucking thing that belonged to the man we love. The man thatwas our president. She doesn’t deserve a fucking thing. She’s earned nothing.”
If Shocker is… well… shocked by my words, he gives me zero indication. In fact, he only smiles before he speaks.
“You might be over forty, Bullet, but you got a lot to learn in this world. Maybe you should talk to this girl because, odds are, she missed out on a lot of shit from Shade that you had. Stuff ain’t gonna replace that, brother.”
The anger doesn’t dissipate at all. Not in the fucking slightest. I don’t give a fuck that I had the best parts of Shade while she had nothing. Just because his blood runs through her body doesn’t mean that she deserves his stuff.
His legacy.
Walking toward the door to the clubhouse, I’m only stopped when I see Exorcist. She reaches out, wrapping her fingers around my forearm. My feet freeze, and I turn my head, looking down at her hand on mine, then slowly lift my gaze to meet hers.
“What?” I demand.
“Take the frustration out on me. Come fuck me.”
I think about her offer and her demand, and part of me wants to go for it. The other part wants to tell her to fuck off because there is only one cunt I want to take my frustrations out on, and that’s Dakota’s.
“Not right now, babe,” I mutter. “Maybe later.”
Exorcist squeezes my arm, then releases it as I continue toward the door and step outside. The sun is shining, but there is a cool mountain breeze that hits me, and I tilt my face upward, allowing the sun to warm me for just a moment.
Making my way over to my bike, I climb on, straddling my machine before I start the engine. It rumbles to life. Without even thinking, I ride straight to the shop—Thunder Rock Security Supply.
We don’t actually do any security work ourselves in any way. That would be a fucking shit show if we even tried. We sell supplies around the area, up and down the East Coast, really.
