Bullet (BLP Motorcycle Clubs #1)

2. Bullet

A week had gone by, and I hadn't seen or heard from Crystal. I had gone mad. I spent hours popping up at our rendezvous spots and then waited an hour for her arrival. Every five minutes, I checked my phone notifications to see if she tried to reach out to me, but nothing. How could that be? She'd always, always tried to find a way to reach out, but for some reason, this time felt different. Something had happened. Why couldn't our families just let us be? Their feud was their issue. It had nothing to do with me and my beloved. I'd met her as a boy, but I fell in love with her the older I got. With one look into Crystal's eyes, I knew she was the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. My heart told me so. For eight years, we fought hard day and night to keep our love a secret. It was so forbidden that we went over and beyond with our lies and escape routes.

Crystal's family wasn't the only one that did pop-up visits. There were so many times my pops and brothers snatched my ass up from her and sent her on her way. They made sure she made it home, but there was always a long ass talking to whenever we got caught. It was pointless, though. Trying to keep us separated was like preventing bees from nectar or bears from hibernation. It was a necessity for Crystal and me to be together.

I didn't want anybody but her. Why couldn't our families see we belonged together like tires on a truck? I'm no good without her. Life was easier and more tolerable with Crystal by my side. Her blemish-free peanut butter complexion, wild curls, and cognac-colored eyes were the reason I even put up with people and my family, for that matter.

It was only ever about duty and responsibility with my family. Love would never be the motivation unless it was the love for money. Money always talked, and anything outside of that was bullshit when it came to my pops. He'd made that clear our whole lives. That's why I always examined him and my mama's marriage. They loved each other. I could see it was there, but they had an arranged marriage, so they didn't know what it was like to fall in love with someone without it being arranged for them. Just like Crystal's family, a lot of my relatives had arranged marriages. I didn't want that for myself. Crystal was supposed to be my wife and the mother of my children. No other woman would do. If I couldn't have her, then I'd rather be myself for the remainder of my life.

I paced the floor of the family room in our compound. Just like Crystal, my family was just as wealthy, if not more. Our compound was gated, and if you weren't a Clips, you better have a damn good reason as to why you were on our grounds without permission.

Something soft hit me, and I snapped out of my thoughts and looked down. There was popcorn on me and on the floor.

"Bullet, will you sit yo' ass down? You workin' nerves with that damn pacing while I'm trying to watch my movie," my third oldest brother, Woady, expressed.

"You ain't never lying'. All this damn mopin' around about to make me get up and punch his ass," Crome replied.

"Nigga, you got me fucked up. Get up from that recliner like you tough, and yo' punk ass gon' wish you stayed seated," I challenged and mugged Crome.

"You think so?" Crome questioned with his brow raised.

"All you gotta do is leap, my nigga."

"Damn, Crome. I know you ain't gon' take that. That's your little, little brother," Woady chimed in, instigating.

Crome stood up, and I faced him. There wasn't an ounce of ho in me. Before anything could pop off, though, our eldest brother, Armor, stood and stepped between both of us. He mugged Crome and then me. "I'll kick both of y'all asses. Save that shit for them niggas out there."

"That's not me. That's his sad ass," Crome voiced.

Armor exhaled and faced me. "Bullet, you gotta let Crystal go and move on. I know you love her. Hell, everybody in Decatur knows you guys love each other, but y'all can never be together. Never!" he barked. "Now, the best way to get over old pussy is to slide into some new pussy. Y'all niggas get dressed. We're going to the Wet Cat. Woady, call the crew and tell them to meet us there," Armor announced with a wide smile. "We gettin' fucked up tonight."

"Hell, yeah!" Crome and Woady cheered together.

I walked away from them and into my room. They wanted to party, but I wasn't in the mood. I didn't give a fuck about no Wet Cat or their asses. I wanted my fuckin' Crystal. However, I had no choice but to go if I didn't want to feel Armor's beefy ass fists. One day I'll be able to beat his big ass.

Hours later, we made it to the Wet Cat. The music blasted in the club, and fine-ass women danced all around us. Titties, ass, and pussy were available at our every beck and call. I mean, it was to be expected since we were the Decatur Rebels.

Laughter filled the left side of the room, and I groaned. Them bitch ass Decatur Devils howled in celebration as dancers stripped for them. My anger fueled me. How dare they enjoy their fuckin' lives when I hadn't seen or heard from my girl in a week? Crystal's bitch ass brothers and cousins were our opps. There was no way around that. They copied my family's weapons idea and started their company, and now they had a motorcycle crew just like ours. It didn't matter what we did. Them bitch ass niggas stayed bitin' our every move. We couldn't bust a nut without they asses tryin' to replicate it. The shit had me hot. I didn't know if it was the liquor or the absence of Crystal, but I moved to attack when Candy Apple plopped her sexy ass on my lap.

Her skin was midnight, like licorice, and she smelled sugary sweet. It was a bottle of that sweet and viral perfume that all the strippers wore. The fragrance was cool, but it had nothing on Crystal's intoxicating fragrance of violets, peaches, blue freesia, and a clean musky scent. She smelled like heaven, and Candy Apple made me crave her more. Candy Apple wore a platinum white lace front wig that hung past her fat round ass. She was fit and toned and ready to take me for a ride, yet it wasn't her bus that I wanted to ride on.

"Come on, baby. Lighten up. Let Candy Apple turn that frown upside down." She sexily licked her top lip, then rode my hard dick. "Bullet, I've been craving you for years. You chase after that stuck-up bitch like she's the only one that can make you cum. Baby, the way I drink cum ain't for the weak. In no time, I'd have you so drained that the only reference of Crystal you'll think about is a crystal candy dish," Candy Apple purred in my ear.

I quickly grabbed her by the throat and then pulled her ear to my mouth. "Watch your fuckin' mouth when you speak about my Crystal. She ain't no bitch. Plus, the way she handles this dick and juggles my balls, no other woman can ever come close. Now get yo' hatin' ass off me and find another nigga to entertain. I ain't in the mood." I released her throat.

Candy Apple giggled as she stood from my lap. "You got it, but you will come begging for this pussy when you find out about your perfect little Crystal."

I sat up in my seat. "What do you know?" I gritted through my teeth.

She smiled slyly with her finger to her lips as she backed away from me. I reached out to her, but Crome swiftly pulled her onto his lap. "If he don't want you, I'll surely take yo' thick ass," he flirted and slapped her ass.

"My kinda man," she replied. Candy Apple then removed her neon green lace bra and wiggled her fake titties in his face.

Crome gave a muffled yell while his face was planted between her Double Ds.

They all seemed to live life except for me, but what was life without my love? Plus, what the hell did she mean by find out about Crystal? Was she fuckin' one of Crystal's brothers or cousins? I needed to know ASAP what she meant. What happened to my angel?

I set my beer down and looked to the left side of the room. As if the universe knew what I needed, Crystal's third to the oldest brother, Tyrese, stood and headed for the bathroom. It was now my time to shine. I tossed back the remainder of my beer, then slipped away from my bros and crew. I needed answers, and the only way to get them was to get them out of her brother.

I eased past the crowd, then quietly slipped into the men's bathroom. Tyrese pissed in the urinal while I locked the door as quietly as I could. I wanted the element of surprise to fully blast his ass. Tyrese flushed the toilet, then the sound of running water filled the bathroom. I stood firmly in front of the door and waited for him to walk around the corner. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me. There wasn't an ounce of fear in that nigga's eyes, but if he didn't tell me what I wanted to know, then there would be.

"What the hell do you want, pussy? Don't tell me you want my sister and me. If that's the case, then open up because I got a cold piece of steel you can suck on," Tyrese snarled with a cocky grin.

"Fuck all that and you. Where is Crystal?"

"And who the fuck is you?"

"The nigga that's about to put his foot up yo' ass if you don't answer my question."

Tyrese chuckled and swiftly removed his gun from his waistband. His crew's colors were mud brown and black, and I hated the shit-colored vests they wore. Shitty brown was the only color that came to mind every time I saw it, and don't even get me started on their weak ass double pitchfork emblem. It was all trash. He aimed his custom Sig Sauer at me. It was a pretty gun for a soft-ass nigga like him.

I walked up to him and pressed my chest against his gun. "If you gon' draw your weapon, then pull the trigger. If not, put your toy gun away, and let's talk man to man. Y'all know Crystal means the fuckin' world to me. No woman can ever replace her, but I need to know what she's been up to. Where the fuck is she, man?"

Tyrese laughed at me. "You one pussy whipped ass nigga. I ain't tellin' yo' ass shit. This is a family matter. You ain't family. So, you don't need to know shi?—"

Before I let that nigga finish, I swiftly snatched his gun from his hand and popped that nigga in his mouth with it.

"Argh!" he hollered, and blood poured from his mouth. I popped that bitch in his face, and he hit the floor faster than a raindrop. Blood poured down from his nose as I stood over him.

"Shut yo' bitch ass up!" I spat. "I asked yo' funky ass one simple question, and I was respectful with the shit. Now I'ma ask you one more fuckin' time. Where the fuck is my Crystal?"

He spat blood from his mouth and mugged me. A bloody silly grin was plastered on his face. "I was tryin' to save yo' soft ass from more heartache, but since you so fuckin' persistent, I'll bulge. Crystal ain't here no more. Our family has shipped her away, and only Pop Pop knows where she is. So, you see, it doesn't matter how many punk ass tantrums you throw. You will never ever see her again. We will never see her again," he quietly responded.

I released him because I sensed he told the truth, and it was evident that he missed her, too. My heart ached, and my nose burned. I couldn't let this nigga see me mourn the only woman I'd ever loved. I threw his gun and then left the bathroom quicker than I came. Within minutes, I was out of the club and on my bike. My motorcycle ate the dirt road as my tears rolled down my cheeks. Them muthafuckas meant it this time. They really snatched my girl and shipped her off like she was some damn merchandise. I zoomed down the long, dark road until I made it to the river. My bike rested on the kickstand, and I shot my gun in the dark woods. I fired until I had not one bullet left. My custom Ruger clicked and clicked until I lowered it. I didn't care who was in them damn woods. My heart had been shattered into a million pieces thanks to her petty ass family. Now, how was I supposed to go through this life without her? I dropped to my knees with my tears as the only company I had at the moment. My first love was gone. Crystal was my high school sweetheart, angel, and my reason to breathe. I no longer had access to my heart, and since I didn't, I was about to be the most ruthless, heartless, and coldest nigga that lived in Decatur. Today was page one of my villain era.