No off-the-rack for Rain. His suit was perfectly tailored to his frame. The difference between the two of them couldn’t be more pronounced. Rain was dressed in what was easily a ten-thousand-dollar suit, with his hair fashionably styled. His horn-rimmed glasses were designer, and he wore shiny shoes. Rain’s job must pay well.
Shotgun wore jeans with a hole in the left knee and one in the upper thigh. It was topped with a burgundy Henley. His hair, still in need of a haircut, hung long and flopped over his eyes, but his goatee was trimmed. Shotgun wore shit-kickers and his cut. Two completely different guys. It was true that opposites attracted.
Shotgun worked with his hands and Rain with his brain. Yet they were both clever and smart. Their loyalty, respect, and sense of humour abundant. They were real, not fake, drop-dead sexy, and any woman would go nuts over them. They were dream men, and maybe they were also mine.
“You’ve only got to ask,” Shotgun murmured, and I blinked at him.
“You were thinking out loud.” Rain smirked. He grabbed his briefcase and bent down, cupping my jaw. Rain kissed me as Darcy cackled. “See you tonight, babe.”
Rain kissed the kids and walked out the door.
“Here, this is yours. You returned it when you left,” Shotgun slid a key across the table. His eyes were shuttered, and I guessed he was steeling himself for rejection.
“I’ll see you tonight—and I’ll cook,” I said, and Shotgun’s smile took my breath away. Holy cow. He could never model; there’d be car accidents everywhere. Shotgun bent and claimed my mouth, giving me a lingering kiss before he, too, kissed the kids and left. Oh shit, I was falling deep for them both.
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What a stuck-up cunt. Beyond anger, I glowered at the mother who was looking down her nose at me. I fastened Wade’s coat and grabbed Darcy’s. I was silently grinding my teeth, but didn’t trust my temper.
“Is she leaving?” another woman asked.
“Yes, we don’t want her type here. Dirty biker whore,” the bitch spat.
Darcy looked at me, and her bottom lip trembled. She was picking up on the bad vibes. Now I understood why the other old ladies had shunned this group.
I caught a glimpse of something, straightened, and a nasty smile crossed my lips.
“Is that your sweater?” I demanded.
“What’s it to you?” Dolores snarled—her name badge said that. All the moms wore them.
“Work for ENS Pharmaceuticals, do you?”
“Yeah, I have a decent job, not like you.”
I turned and smiled. “Elise Norman Spalding, that’s what ENS stands for. Did you know that? No? I do, as they’re my grandparents. I’m Allegra Spalding. Not. Dirty. Biker. Whore. Allegra Spalding. Best start cleaning your desk out, Dolores.”I glanced around, ignoring the pale face of the bitch who’d attacked me the moment I said I was dating a biker.
“Yeah, I’ve got all your names. Guess I’ll be spending some time going through personnel files tomorrow. ENS Pharmaceuticals doesn’t hire judgemental cunts. That’s for damn sure,” I hissed and grabbed Darcy and Wade’s hands and stormed out.
I paused at the entrance and looked back, seeing several pale faces. “By the way, you can also add I’m in a triad to your bitchiness. Look it up if you’re unfamiliar with the term. Here’s a hint, throuples! There’s some gossip for you, hags!”
With that final word, I exited with dignity and a cold smile. Let them sweat, what a bunch of cunts!
Smarting from the nastiness, I marched down the street, heading to where I’d left the car. As I passed a black van parked up, its door slid open.
I should have paid attention; I didn’t, and that was my failing.
Jinx
He saw Allegra marching towards him with the kids. Shit, she looked pretty mad, and he started to speed up. What happened next took Jinx completely by surprise. As she approached a van, the door opened.
Two hooded figures slipped out, and one pistol-whipped Allegra, who went down. Wade and Darcy shrieked as masked men grabbed the twins and shoved them into the van. Jinx raced forward as Allegra was lifted and pushed inside, and then the door slammed.
Several women began screaming, and three men rushed to help, but it was too late. Jinx turned and ran the other way towards his bike. He reached it as the van drove past and slunga leg over. Jinx revved the engine and pulled out, narrowly missing a car.
His cell was in his rear pocket, and he dared not reach for it in case he crashed. Jinx stayed two cars back from the van, keeping it in sight. He’d no idea what was transpiring, but right now, once again, an old lady’s life was in his hands. Jinx wondered how the fuck this kept happening to him. The van stopped at a light, and Jinx was able to grab his phone. He punched in Chance’s number as the lights turned green.
It rang a few times as Jinx raced off after the kidnappers. He had to hang up because he daredn’t risk an accident. Jinx followed them through the streets, looking for anything he could do to stop the vehicle. He heard sirens in the distance moving away from him and cursed. Shit, he was alone and couldn’t call for backup.
