“Oh my God,” I cried.
“We had to open every door and window in the clubhouse; it reeked of vomit for days. Brax won’t go near any alcohol now. He might be the first Legacy never to get drunk.” Kenny laughed.
“And this chaos is normal?” I asked.
“Yup. All too often. At least it’s not like Rage MC.” Phoenix sighed.
I was a bit confused about her. She was the old lady of Drake, who wasn’t here, and he was the Rage MC President. But she was also a sister in Hellfire, apparently the only one. To me, I’d have thought she’d have divided loyalties, but she didn’t. Her eldest son, Fanatic, was a brother here and married to an FBI agent, Willow, who was cackling in the corner with two other old ladies.
“What’s wrong with Rage MC?” I asked.
“We have the Hellions, while you guys have the Holy Terrors. Only yours all work together to cause trouble. Ours have separated into groups. One male, one female, and the boys don’t learn. The girls kick their asses every time, but they keep coming back for more. I swear to God they have brains, they just think with their dicks instead.” Phoe shook her head.
“There’s been some right incidents over at Rage, but we also have to watch them when the clubs get together. Both Hellions and Holy Terrors are at war. Both need to prove they’re top dog,” Chey added.
“And now there are your two in the mix. How sweet,” Kenny stated through gritted teeth as we watched Darcy tangle Tiny’s bootlaces up. The huge guy took a step towards the bar and went down like a ton of bricks.
“They’re going to fit in just fine,” Clio said, grabbing the bottle of wine and drinking straight from it. Holy shit!
Chapter Fifteen.
Shotgun
“You looked like you had fun,” Shotgun said as we walked back to Rain’s car.
“I don’t think I’m built for this. Were you aware of what the Holy Terrors have done?” Allegra demanded.
Rain laughed from the other side. Allegra was sandwiched in the middle, with Rain holding Wade and Shotgun carrying Darcy.
“Did you see Clio drink from the bottle? The poor woman’s so traumatised she doesn’t use a glass!” Allegra exclaimed.
“Clio’s fine. She rarely gets plastered like that, so that was quite funny,” he replied.
Rain snorted. “Clio drinks, but never that much. Kids must have tested her patience today.”
“Unfortunately, the Holy Terrors resemble their fathers. Even the princesses, who are so damn cute, have attitude hidden behind all that sweetness and light. They can be worse than the boys,” Shotgun explained. Allegra leaned slightly into him, and he wrapped his free arm around her waist.
Allegra stiffened a little, but allowed it.
“I was thinking about booking a meal tomorrow. The three of us and the kids,” Shotgun suggested.
“Yeah, that would be nice,” Allegra agreed. “But pick a place suitable for families. I don’t like folks who complain about children. At least in a family restaurant, we can say you chose to come here, asshole.”
Shotgun laughed. “That’s true. I know a decent one. Was also thinking maybe you all coming early tomorrow. It’s Sunday, so people are always around the clubhouse. Allegra, I’d like you to get used to being here.”
Allegra paused, and for a moment, Shotgun thought she was going to reject his offer. “Cool, can I bring swimsuits for the kids? I noticed you’ve got an enclosed pool here.”
“That’s actually a retractable enclosure. The roof and walls slide back in the summer, but yeah, I bet the twins are missing swimming,” he replied.
“Thatch said they swam daily, so they must miss it,” Allegra agreed. They reached Allegra’s car, which two of her cousins had dropped off, and he and Rain put the kids inside. They were nearly asleep, both of them, and Shotgun smiled. Damn, he had twins. His heart swelled with love as he kissed both their heads. Allegra got in and waved before driving off as he took his place next to Rain’s side. He wrapped an arm around Rain’s waist as Rain leaned his head on his shoulder.
“Think Allegra’s thawing?” Rain asked.
“Don’t know about thawing. Allegra doesn’t recall her previous feelings, so she’s learning who we are all over again,” he replied. “She did seem lighter somehow.”
“Maybe because we told her to stop apologising,” Rain said as they headed into the clubhouse. Before they went inside, they separated, still not one hundred per cent confident in being open in front of the club.
“Let’s go home,” Rain murmured, and Shotgun nodded. Sounded good to him.
