Page 23 of Bullet

“Who’s missing?” Guard asks Ghost.

“Roscoe and Wildcard have left to pick up a skip,” Ghost answers. Roscoe’s main role is to work for the bail bond company the Pride set up, and Wildcard does that too, as well as working with Orion on the security parts of the businesses.

“Saint’s still not here,” Thunder adds.

“Only one thing to discuss. Bullet is making Amelia his old lady. He was going to pay for her roof himself and not bother with this because of the problem at hand. Brothers come first,” Guard states firmly.

“Let’s not draw this out,” Ghost says. “Anyone got a problem with this?”

A round of brothers from around the room chime in to state their approval of Amelia. Many add how they like and respect her.

“Got a text from Roscoe. Both he and Wildcard say hell yeah,” War says with a chuckle.

“Saint hasn’t answered,” Ghost says, frowning down at his phone. He hits the keypad on his phone and puts it on speaker. Saint picks up on the first ring.

“Hands are full. Cops arrived, and they’re trying to cart Amelia off. But I’m a yes,” Saint answers quickly.

I can hear Amelia in the background, “I’m not going anywhere without Bullet or Sofia.”

“I’m on my way, babe!” I shout, then bolt out the door.

“Demon, bring Sofia,” Guard commands as he stomps through the common area to Demon, but I don’t have time to wait. I need to get to my girl.

Bullet

“I’m sorry, Officer. I am happy to answer your questions, but not without legal counsel. You’ll just have to wait until she gets here before I agree to go to the police station.” I hear Amelia talking to a cop and rush up the front steps of the school, where I see her standing with two uniformed policemen. Standing on either side of Amelia are Saint and Izzy. Izzy has her arm linked with Amelia’s as if someone is going to steal her away.

“You might be freer to speak your mind if you come with us. We’ll protect you, ma’am,” one of the officers says.

“Not cool,” Saint mutters.

I insert myself between Amelia and the officers. “Is there a problem, Officers?”

“Nothing that concerns you,” the younger police officer says, looking around me to Amelia. “Ma’am, this really isn’t a big deal.”

“Taking a woman to a police station when she’s already informed you that she wants to wait for her lawyer is a big deal,” I tell him.

“If Ms. Ralleigh has nothing to hide, then she doesn’t require a lawyer,” the cocky young cop retorts.

Amelia comes from behind me, hands on her hips, ready for battle. “Did I just hear you right? Did you just insinuate that I have something to hide because I choose to have someone present during questioning? Especially when I’ve asked you more than once what this is about and each time you’ve deflected and refused to answer?” she says, her face turning to stone, her eyes throwing daggers at the young cop. But even more lethal is the principal tone she uses next. “Listen closely. I have absolutely nothing to hide, and I’m disappointed by the idea of a public servant who is supposed to serve and protect making assumptions based on nothing. What’s worse are your intimidation tactics and assumption that I’m being coerced into silence by these amazing people, when, in fact, you are making me extremely uncomfortable with your behavior.”

“Ms. Ralleigh, we simply feel that your boyfriend⁠—”

“Do not finish that sentence!” Amelia stops him, raising a hand in front of his face. “Bullet hasn’t done anything wrong. None of my friends have done anything wrong. I will defend my man until I breathe my last breath.” She’s fuming, her body shaking with fury, and I’m doing my best to not haul her into my arms and kiss her with as much passion as she’s shown defending me and the club.

The clicking of heels turns our attention to Sofia climbing the steps as quickly as her stilettos will allow. She calls out, “Amelia, not another word!”

“I haven’t said anything. I’m just defending my man!” Amelia huffs.

Christ! She couldn’t get more beautiful if she tried. I gently wrap my arm around her middle and pull her back against me. “Calm down, my feisty kitten.”

“They were insulting you and Crush…and everybody,” she sputters, then inhales deeply before she slowly lets it go.

“Defending your man, huh?” I tease. She turns her head to look up at me. “For years, it’s only been Crush looking out for me, then the club. It felt good to have them do that. Means a hell of a lot more to know you’re looking out for me too,” I say, then I brush my lips over hers.

Her anger quickly subsides as she leans into me.

“We’ll meet you down at the station,” Sofia tells the officers.