Shotgun walked ahead as Allegra and Rain followed. They knew what was being delivered. Allegra had been bursting with keeping the secret.
The trailer had backed up, and Chance and Fanatic were backing the top-of-the-range, brand-new Harley Davidson Fat Boy off it. Chance and Fanatic had clearly had their way with it. The black-and-chrome bike had several modifications, and Fanatic had designed the paint tank.
“What’s this?” Jinx asked as Shotgun moved. His eyes widened and stared at the work of art in front of him. Shotgun had to admit, it was a biker’s wet dream.
“This is yours,” Shotgun stated.
Jinx jolted and frowned. “Shotgun, I don’t have the money for that. I couldn’t pay for it even with a payment plan.”
“It’s a gift. Shut up, brother,” Shotgun said, seeing Jinx gear up to argue. “Jinx, you rescued my kids, and you’ve stepped in and saved other old ladies. We understand the toll it took on you each time you pulled the trigger. But you did it despite what it cost you. And this latest shit of walking eight hours. Kid, there ain’t no way to repay what that took from you in physical and mental health.”
“It’s what brothers do,” Jinx murmured, but Shotgun saw him tearing up. Jinx swallowed hard. “Ain’t never had new shit. Not owned anything so fuckin’ beautiful. Man, I can’t take it.”
Chance glowered. “Prospect, I didn’t personally work my ass off on your ride for you to reject it. The Hog’s yours, or it’s scrapped. This was made for you.”
Jinx glanced at Fanatic, who nodded. “I’ll burn the fucker, Jinx,” Fanatic threatened.
Out of everyone, Fanatic was the one Jinx was closest to. Shotgun knew Jinx was tight with the prospects, too. However, Jinx seemed wary of the brothers. Possibly because he’d had a tough life. Jinx hadn’t elaborated, but it was obvious.
Chance had a way of letting his brothers find their own path and come clean when they needed to.
Although Shotgun did know that after several unwelcome shocks, Chance and Bear had sat each member down and got their backstories, they’d made sure no nasty surprises were waiting. The brother didn’t have to share with the club until they were ready, but they had to inform Chance and Bear. Sunny rightfully should have been included in that, but as he’d taken a back seat lately, he’d declined to know.
Jinx didn’t realise it, but he was heading for a come-to-Jesus talk with Chance and Bear soon. The kid’s secrets might be dangerous, and he didn’t have to face them alone. Jinx had an entire club at his back.
“Thanks,” Jinx muttered as he gazed at his new ride.
“Earned it, Jinx,” Chance said as Jinx wheeled himself over to the bike. Jinx laid a shaking hand on it and closed his eyes.
Chance rounded the trailer when he tripped on nothing but thin air, and a hissing noise came from it as a tyre went flat.
“Damn it, Jinx!” he roared.
Jinx’s eyes flew open, and he grinned. “I’ve still got it!”
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Shotgun left the jeweller’s with his wallet a fuckload lighter but with a smirk on his face. He had two boxes in his pocket, and Rain and Allegra were meeting him at the new house. The walls were up now, and Apache had started installing the kitchen and bathrooms. The house was coming together, and he was happy. Swinging his leg over his bike, he glanced across the street; standing there with a dour look was Rowena. She’d undoubtedly seen him leave the jeweller’s.
Shotgun wanted to say something cruel, cut Rowena like she’d hurt him and Rain, and then decided against it. Rowena didn’t matter. She was nothing, just a blip. He had Allegra and Rain. Shotgun had two beautiful children whom he adored. His guess about Rowena had been correct. Happy, Shotgun started his bike and went to ride off, but Rowena crossed in front of him, and he gazed steadily at her.
Shit, Shotgun couldn’t help it. “Enjoying your boring existence with Mr Nine-to-Five? Could have had the fuckin’ world, Rowena, but Rain and I were a shameful secret. Allegra—she’s proud to be seen with us. That woman struts at our sides. She’s got everything you wanted and failed to take. Damn, bitch, I feel sorry for you. Suburbia is sucking the marrow out of you, and you know it. You want what you had, and it’s gone. You threw us away.
“I’m going to take these rings, slide one on Rain’s finger and the other on Allegra, and live. Ain’t gonna suffocate in a relationship that bores me to tears. We’ve got the kids, the house, each other, and the fuckin’ dream. And Rowena, you should see the home we’re building. It’s perfect. And you’ll never set foot in it,” Shotgun sneered.
“Shotgun…” Rowena whispered.
“Threw a dream away because you were a coward. I pity you. Look at what you’ve become,” he said, glancing at her. Rowena wore slacks, low pumps, and a blouse. He shook his head and laughed. “The grass isn’t greener, is it?”
With that, Shotgun pulled out. He’d nothing left to say to the woman who’d told him he was good enough to fuck but not be seen with. Karma was a bitch, and Rowena could choke on it.
Allegra
I watched as my fingers slid between my folds and Shotgun took Rain from behind. The love between them was the hottest thing I’d seen, and I was soaked.
“Get here and put your pussy in his face,” Shotgun ordered as I kept rubbing my nub.
I moaned out loud.
