“Did you understand me? I’m into men and women,” Shotgun repeated.
Chance and Bear swapped glances, and Chance turned to him. “And?”
“What do you mean, and?” Shotgun was the one that exploded. “I like to fuck guys.”
“Brother, we knew this,” Chance said, and Shotgun gaped
“What?”
“Were you expecting rejection?” Bear inquired.
“Well, yeah.”
“Seriously? You expected us to what… kick your ass?” Shee questioned.
“Yes. I remember what happened to that prospect.”
“That was Zeus, not us. Never us. We’ve known for years, but thought you stayed quiet because it was personal. Not because you were fuckin’ scared,” Chance growled out.
“Didn’t wanna be judged.”
“Who gives a fuck what anyone thinks? Are you happy?” Big Al demanded.
“Yes.”
“Then why are you holding back? None of us cares who you bang. All we want is for you to be yourself. And I’m guessing you’re coming out because you’ve met someone,” Chance said.
“I’m not just bisexual. I prefer triad relationships,” Shotgun stated. He’d come to Rain in a bit.
“Doesn’t that amount to a threesome?” Big Al demanded. “Greedy bastard.”
Shotgun snorted. Their reaction wasn’t what he’d expected, but should have.
“Not quite. It means I want a three-way committed relationship,” Shotgun replied.
“I’ve enough with one woman, you want two?” Rooster murmured.
“Not exactly. I’m seeing a guy. We’ve been together for six years. We thought we had our third twice. The first bitch decided we are suitable as fuck buddies.” Shotgun shut up. Rowena had hurt him, not because he cherished her, but because of how she handled their request.
“But you weren’t good enough to have a committed relationship with,” Chance guessed, and Shotgun nodded.
“The second?”
“We loved each other, but the war came between us. She believes I chose the club over her,” Shotgun admitted.
“She’s gone?” Bear muttered. Shotgun held his stare and recognised the signs of Bear figuring out who. “Been two years since Allegra was around. Dropped you and Rain at the same time.”
“Who’s the guy?” Chance demanded suspiciously. He was working shit out, too.
“When do we meet him?” Tiny added. He swapped a look with Diesel.
“He knows you’re Hellfire MC. Are you sure he’s not using you because of your ties?” Diesel asked.
“Yeah, one hundred per cent. Trust me, he doesn’t need my connections,” Shotgun replied.
Banshee looked alarmed. “Tell me he is not another club member or worse, from the Underworld.”
“No, but he understands the life.”
