That night I dreamt that Bullet and I had a beautiful home. It was a ranch mother/daughter home. It had blue siding and a pretty wooden door, a beautiful wrap around porch, and stone underneath with a swing on the front deck. The walkway was stone and the grass was freshly cut. I saw our three kids between the ages of three and six running around the backyard, going on the swings and sliding down the slides. Bullet was playing fetch with our beautiful, gray pitbull. It was such a beautiful picture that I wanted to take a mental snapshot and keep it with me forever.
I woke with a start, feeling like a new person. That dream had me realizing two things. One, I wanted that to be my reality and two, I didn’t even know Bullet’s real name. Even though I didn’t want to subject him to Reese, I knew she would come out eventually. I would just have to find the right time. My head was clear and I was motivated to find out more about the man that wanted me by his side. Speaking of which, it was awfully quiet for being the morning. I figured he would have woken me up and we would have been rushing to get back to the clubhouse.
I went into the bathroom and freshened up before I went out and looked for Bullet. I couldn’t find him anywhere, so I figured maybe he ran out to get something. I knew I was right when I found a note on the table.
Went out to get some breakfast. Be back soon. XOXO
-Bullet
His chicken scratch handwriting made me smile. There wasn’t much to do besides get dressed and get my stuff together for the ride back. By the time I was done I heard Bullet come in.
“I got breakfast, babe. Figured we could head home after we eat.”
Bullet was setting up breakfast at the table when I came out of the room. He got me pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream on top. It was one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me.
Don’t make me throw up in my mouth. Ugh.
“You know, I just want to thank you for everything you have done for me, and coming to find me. It means a lot to me because no one has ever cared enough.” I leaned over the table and pecked him on the cheek.
When we were done eating, we threw our trash away and were on our way to the bike. I was excited to see my sister, I admit that I didn’t want to leave her in the first place but I felt that I had to. I didn’t want to brand my amount of crazy on all the guys and the women of the Ruthless Renegades MC, but here I was being dragged back. Well, I wasn’t exactly being dragged, I was voluntarily on the back of Bullet’s bike, gripping him tightly even though I trusted this man with my life. Although I probably shouldn’t, something is just telling me to let go and be me. If he was good enough for me he would accept all of me eventually. Including when Reese decides to introduce herself.
This will be sooner rather than later if I have it my way.
I internally rolled my eyes at her. I had a feeling that this was going to end very messily when she did decide to show.
We got back to the clubhouse around three in the afternoon and as we walked into the bar area, Stana was the first one up and running to me. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me so tightly I couldn’t breathe. It was nice though, because I missed her something awful. She pulled away and she had tears in her eyes.
“Stupid hormones making me cry all the time. I don’t ever cry and now I cry over the smallest things. But hey, I am so happy you are home. Oh! I have to show you the ultrasound. It is a little bean as of right now, so there isn’t much to see considering I am only a month along. I can’t even believe I am pregnant.” Crow slapped a hand over her mouth before she could speak anymore.
“Alright, that is enough. I thought we didn’t want anyone knowing yet, babe. And here you are, yelling it to the whole club. What am I gonna do with you?” He asked her. Her eyes instantly welled up and it looked like she was going to cry. Yikes. Stana was never a cryer. These hormones must be doing a number on her.
“Oh no. Not the fucking tears again. Come on, baby. Riley, we will talk to you later. I have got to go take care of this.” He swooped her up into his arms and cradled her down the hall to their room. Speaking of a room, I wondered where I would be staying. Considering Bullet thought I was his, he might think I would be staying in his room with him, but I would think fucking not.
But don’t you think it would be fun? I think so. I think he would like the knife play.
Rolling my eyes, I stalked to the bar for a stiff drink. Kelly was there, as usual. “I still think you have a bed hidden back there somewhere. What is it that you accomplish by never leaving here?” I joked. I didn’t know where the question came from. Maybe from not having any friends, or simply from yearning for friends. It would be nice to have someone other than my sister. Don’t get me wrong, I love having a sister, but there was nothing like a
