Bull cocked an eyebrow at me. “Go on, ain’t got all day.”
“There was a girl here last night.”
“There were many.” He grinned.
I chuckled. “Nah, this girl, I need to speak to her. It’s important.”Fuck it,I decided. If she wanted to scream in my face and hate on me, I deserved that. The least I could do was let her.
“You sweet on her or did she steal from you?”
“Jesus, what’s with all the questions!?” I asked, feeling ridiculous under his scrutiny.
Bull laughed. “If she stole from you then I don’t want you fucking up some bitch and getting yourself arrested. We can deal with that as a club. If you’re sweet on her, then I can probably help you.”
I dragged a hand across my beard again, not sure what to say. I didn’t want to admit anything to him that I hadn’t fully admitted to myself, but it might be the only way I would find her. I bit the bullet and scowled.
“She didn’t steal from me,” I finally relented, giving away my motive with those five words, and Bull grinned. “Fuck off,” I said, shaking my head. “Look, she’s real pretty and shit.” I shrugged. “Goes by the name of Hope.”
Bull smiled wider. “Ain’t seen no hope around here, but I’ll put out the word for you. Going sweet on a clubslut ain’t the best idea, kid. Just sayin’.”
“She’s not a clubslut, Prez!”
“All right, all right, keep your dick in your pants. I’ll ask around.” His gaze went over my shoulder and I turned to look. Hammer was walking back inside, his arm still hooked around the crazy bitch’s waist. “That bitch is crazy as all hell,” Bull muttered.
“Don’t I fuckin’ know it,” I replied.
Bull’s gaze connected with mine and he frowned at me. “The fuck you know about her?” he asked, his frown turning into a full-on scowl.
“The fuck it matter to you?” I retorted.
He looked around us and grabbed me by the T-shirt before dragging me back into his office.
He slammed the door closed behind him and moved to the curtains, drawing them closed. When he turned back to me he looked furious.
“What?” I asked, feeling fucking angry now too. “She’s just a clubslut, what’s the big deal?”
“You stupid fucker,” Bull said with a shake of his head. “You stupid motherfucker, what have you done?”
My palms were sweating, Bull’s unnecessary anger making me nervous. He had that unstable look in his eye that I’d seen that morning when he’d put Click to ground.
“You know who that is, right?” Bull said, and when I shook my head at him he let out an angry sigh. “That’s Hammer’s old lady, Maria. Bitch is crazy as hell. Can’t fucking stand her myself—bitch is constantly putting her claws into any man she can and Hammer can’t seem to see past her bullshit. If you’ve fucked her, Dillon, then you’ve just put a death sentence on your own head, kid.”
I laughed, thinking that maybe he was joking, but the serious expression on his face had my laugh dying on my lips.
“Are you being serious, Bull?”
“As serious as a fuckin’ nun in confession.”
I sat back down in my chair and recounted the story from the previous night, leaving out the soppy shit.
Bull poured us both another drink and sat back down in his own chair. “You need to stay the fuck away from her, kid. Keep your dick in your pants and away from Maria. Once we can cover up, but—”
“Twice,” I interjected.
“Twice?” he repeated, his eyes wide.
“Yeah,” I said, dragging a hand down my face, “right before coming in here to talk to you, I fucked her again.”
“Fucking hell, Dillon. This is a huge fucking fuckup, even for a prospect.”
