The prospect had his own room, and Sailor sat outside playing guard. He nodded as Shotgun pushed us in.
“Hey,” I exclaimed, seeing Jinx awake. When I tried to get out of the chair, Shotgun held me down and wheeled me over.
“Sorry,” Jinx croaked, and his eyes filled with tears. “I had to choose and picked the kids.”
“You did the right thing. Never apologise for saving the twins. Anyone who says you should have done differently needs a bullet,” I stated.
“Did they hurt you?” Jinx begged.
“No. Just that initial blow to the head. I’m good, Jinx. Now listen. I’ve got a special doctor flying in to help heal your feet; you’ll do everything he tells you. When the doc discharges you, you’re coming home to us, not the clubhouse. We’re going to look after you,” I said.
Jinx shook his head firmly. “Allegra, I’ll be fine at the clubhouse.”
“Don’t insult me!” I snapped, and Jinx shut his mouth. “You saved my life and my kids. That fucker planned to kill and leave me as a warning for Rain. Then use the twins to make Rain do as he wished. You taking them kept me alive. Now we’re planning to take care of you because we can’t ever repay you for your actions.”
“Thanks,” Jinx whispered. His eyes filled with tears again, and I wondered when the last time Jinx had someone look after him. Sadly, I sensed it was a very long time ago.
“When you’re ready, we’re buying you a new Hog,” Shotgun said.
“Not got the money…”
“Didn’t say you were paying, brother. The least I can do is arrange a new ride, and it would be my honour. Ain’t arguing,” Shotgun stated. He reached out and clasped Jinx’s arm, and Jinx gripped his back.
“You saved my family. Doesn’t matter what happens, kid, we’re brothers. Ain’t nothing gonna change that.”
Jinx nodded, gratitude in his eyes mixed with fear. Shotgun didn’t question it; they all had secrets. Whatever Jinx’s was, he didn’t care. He owed Jinx everything. He’d stand by his side, come what may.
Chapter Eighteen.
Shotgun
Shotgun thought Jinx was going to make an escape attempt soon. He’d been at their house for two weeks now, and between Rain and Allegra, Jinx had been completely spoiled. And Jinx did not know how to handle that. Allegra cooked his favourite foods.
Rain, to everyone’s surprise, hooked up a gaming console and played with him. Shotgun ensured Jinx was included in conversations and kept up to date with club business. He also bought Jinx several pairs of new boots, jeans, and riding gear. Jinx had tried to give everything back, but Shotgun made it an ‘order’ for Jinx to take it.
Jinx’s feet had been such a mess that he’d been ordered to stay off them for a week. Even after that, his healing progression was slow as he worked to regain his strength. The poor kid had been dependent on a wheelchair, which the club naturally had pimped out.
Pyro and Fanatic had modified flamethrower exhausts, much to Jinx’s amusement. Levi had designed a wicked scene for the back of it, with the Hellfire Patch included. The wheels had LED lights that cast rainbows as Jinx moved. Shotgun had crafted a comfortable leather seat for the kid, but that paled in comparison to what Shotgun was giving Jinx today.
Shotgun glanced at his phone and saw the delivery was due, and grinned. The prospect would shit a brick.
“Yo,” he called out.
“What, babe?” Allegra replied.
“It’s here.”
Allegra squealed as Shotgun headed into the lounge where Jinx was sitting, talking to Rain. Pain had etched into Jinx’s features and was taking time to fade. Shotgun studied the face of the young man who’d saved his family and sanity. There was no way to repay the gift Jinx had given him. Walking nearly eight hours on those feet and apologising for not saving Allegra. Nah, Jinx deserved far more than what he’d received.
Jinx had stepped up repeatedly, over and above a prospect’s duties, never asking for anything in return. Today, he was being rewarded.
“Get the chair, kid, you need to see this,” Shotgun ordered Jinx, who glanced up, confused.
“What?”
“Won’t know if you don’t get up!” Shotgun retorted, and Jinx grumbled. He shifted his weight to the edge of the sofa and stood up. Pain crossed his face as he manoeuvred towards the wheelchair. Shotgun had ensured Jinx obeyed the doctor’s timeline, not his own. Jinx would rush recovery if he could, and they weren’t going to allow that.
He got into the chair and began wheeling through the house. It was an electric one, so Jinx didn’t need people pushing him and could retain some independence.
