Chapter Sixteen.
Allegra
I was smiling as I sat at the kitchen island.
Holy crap, what a morning. I’d woken to find Shotgun between my legs, feasting while Rain sucked him off.
So, that answered one of my questions—they enjoyed touching each other as well.
As soon as I came for Shotgun, he moved, and Rain lay down and pulled me on top, sliding inside.
Shotgun pushed me down to lie on Rain’s chest as he indulged in some finger ass play.
After I’d come twice, the kids started waking up, and we got ready for the day.
“What are your plans for today?” Rain asked, kissing my head as he walked past.
“There’s a baby and mother group in town I was thinking of joining. Thought I’d give it a try,” I replied.
“Not heard anything bad, but none of the old ladies from the clubhouse attended it,” Shotgun said as he handed me a coffee.
“Think there’s a reason why?” I glanced up, worried.
“Might be because they’re clicky and stick with our own people.
You’ll find, babe, that women may want to be friends with you because of your ties to Hellfire.
They’ll see you as an insider with any single brother.
It’s well known that the club has money, and we have some pretty rich and famous people, like Chey, Celt, and Levi.
If gold-diggers can trap a brother, they’ve got a full expenses-paid trip for eighteen years. ”
Shotgun leaned back on the counter, and I licked my lips without realising. His lean hips and casual pose were fuckin’ sexy. “Not everyone will want something from you. But ninety per cent see you as a ticket to an easier life,” Rain added as he grabbed his jacket.
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 slung a 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.
They kept heading out of town, and Jinx followed, keeping cars between them. He knew not to get too close and tip them off. The van pulled into a truck rest area, and this time Jinx took the risk.
He jumped off directly behind them and yanked open the back door.
The guy sitting there was as surprised as Jinx, especially when Jinx’s fist hit him full on.
Jinx leapt up inside and saw Allegra unconscious on the floor.
Wade and Darcy were sobbing quietly. Without a second thought, Jinx grabbed them as another man attacked.
Jinx glanced at Allegra and made his choice. He jumped backwards off the van, landing on his ass before scrambling to his feet with the twins. Pain raced through his shoulder and then ribs, but he didn’t hesitate. He ran; that was the option. Jinx couldn’t go for his bike, not with the kids.
Darcy recognised him and was wailing ‘Inx!’ in his ear while Wade just cried. Jinx heard footsteps chasing as he ducked and dived through the trucks. He had his gun, but didn’t dare look behind him. Three trucks pulled out, and Jinx darted behind a stationary one.
“Darcy, shush, you’ve gotta stop crying.
They’ll find us,” Jinx murmured. Wade had stopped wailing and was wide-eyed with fear.
Tear tracks stained his cheeks, and Darcy began hiccupping.
Jinx heard a loud crash, then a crunching noise, and waited.
While he did, he checked what was causing him pain.
Fuck, he’d been shot. A bullet had grazed his ribs, and he wasn’t too bothered by it, but his shoulder burned like a fucker.
It was high up, near his collarbone. Jinx ripped his flannel shirt and padded the wound to stop the bleeding.
After ten minutes, he decided the coast was clear and headed back to his bike, alert and wary in case someone jumped him.
The scene that met him was devastating. The van and his Harley were still there, but the doors were wide open, and Allegra was gone.
The assholes had backed over his Hog, and it was trashed and mangled.
Jinx wouldn’t be escaping on that. Hurting at his loss, Jinx yanked his cell out and tried dialling Chance.
When the call didn’t connect, Jinx cursed when he saw the cracked screen. Fuck, he’d broken that, too.
He looked around. There were some truckers about, but he couldn’t trust them, and he didn’t know anyone’s phone number.
He’d have to walk back to the clubhouse, which was at least fifteen miles away.
Picking the kids up again, Jinx started walking.
He passed an open truck and saw a first-aid kit and some bottles of water.
Grabbing them, he moved off quickly and headed for a private corner.
Jinx bandaged his ribs, put some pads on his shoulder, and wrapped it as best he could.
He gave Darcy and Wade a drink and picked them up.
His shoulder screamed, and Jinx thought he might pass out, but he got to grips with the pain.