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.
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.
“If you orgasm, there’ll be punishment,” Shotgun warned as he thrust hard into Rain, and Rain groaned in pleasure. I hurried across the room, and Shotgun paused as I positioned myself in front of Rain.
“Lick that pussy clean, baby,” Shotgun demanded.
Rain didn’t hesitate. He yanked my legs over his shoulders, and Shotgun held them open as he started fucking Rain again.
I nearly came as Rain bit my clit lightly, and my hips lifted off the bed.
The force of Shotgun ramming into Rain forced his mouth on me, and I moved with them. The three of us were in sync.
“Need his cock,” I cried out as Rain’s mouth drove me insane.
“Beg,” Shotgun ordered as he smirked at me. He ground slowly against Rain, and drops of cum leaked from Rain’s cock. He was primed to go off.
“Please, I need him,” I begged, and Shotgun released my legs. I shuffled down and claimed Rain’s mouth as Shotgun fed Rain’s cock into me. Rain swallowed my cries as Shotgun began fucking Rain hard, which in turn made Rain fuck me.
I lay there, prisoner to Shotgun’s desire and craving more. I’d never get enough of him and Rain. A lifetime wasn’t sufficient. I needed eternity with them.
Rain pinched my nipples as he rubbed against my clit and his cock hammered me. My pussy spasmed and clamped down, and Rain came hard with me.
Shotgun, knowing what had happened, relaxed his control, and the three of us spiralled together.
It was messy and wonderful. Shotgun pulled out first and twisted to one side, Rain fell to the other, and I was sandwiched between them.
“I love you,” I said to them both.
“Not as much as I love you,” Rain replied.
Shotgun grunted and rolled over to the bedside table.
I was hurt until he turned back. He grabbed Rain’s wedding hand and slid on a platinum ring.
Rain’s eyes went huge, and he stared at it.
Shotgun placed Rain’s hand on my stomach, took mine, and slid a diamond ring with emeralds surrounding it. I gaped in stunned disbelief.
“You and Rain are my wife and husband. For legal reasons, you and Rain will get married, and I’ll be the third. But make no mistake, I’m your husband,” Shotgun said.
“You have to say the words too,” I snapped with tears in my eyes, and smacked his chest.
“I love you both as much as anyone loved someone,” Shotgun stated.
“Aw, now I’m going to cry,” I whispered, and Shotgun laughed and wrapped me up. I didn’t know how, but I’d got a second chance at happiness, and I was holding on tight.
Allegra - six months later
“Daddy!” Wade shouted as his little legs raced through the house.
“Pa!” Darcy yelled, intent on getting her point across.
I followed behind, knowing what chaos was about to be unleashed. Shotgun had screwed up this time. Big time fucked up. And he was about to learn why. A ball of white fluff shot after the twins, and I headed for the backyard.
When I got there, both Wade and Darcy were yelling at Shotgun and Rain at the top of their lungs and shoving one another.
“Silence!” Rain bellowed, and the kids fell silent. “What is that?” Rain demanded as the puppy sniffed around the flower bush and squatted to pee.
“Poppy!” Darcy stated.
“Rocky!” Wade bellowed.
“Ah, fuck,” Shotgun added, running a hand over his face. Ah, yes, now you get your mistake, asshole!
“Shotgun! You bought them a puppy? You didn’t consider our lives were chaotic enough, you bought a damn puppy!” Rain exclaimed.
“Yeah?” Shotgun rubbed his face as Wade and Darcy continued to fight.
“And just one? They both think it’s theirs. Haven’t you learned? Darcy does not know how to share!” I snapped. I sat down on an egg chair and glowered. Darcy was a pain in the ass and fitted in fantastically with the Holy Terrors.
“Good job I saw what was coming,” Jinx announced, entering and placing a black puppy down.
“Wonderful, Jinx,” I retorted.
Wade hissed at Darcy and headed for the new one.
“Rocky!” he exclaimed.
“That’s a girl, little dude,” Jinx said.
Wade’s face screwed up. “Rocky!”
“Fine, it’s your puppy, call her Rocky,” Jinx agreed and sat down.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Nervous as hell. The gallery is going to ring me later,” I replied.
I was agitated, as I’d sent some pictures to my old gallery. I’d started work again. My memories had never recovered; the past was gone, and I accepted it.
The memories I made now mattered, and between Rain, Shotgun and me, we made sure there was lots of recorded evidence. The one thing that pained me the most was losing my baby memories of the kids.
But that was karma because Rain and Shotgun didn’t have them either.
Neither of them said it, but it put us at even steven.
It was sad because I’d lost so much, but I’d also gained much more.
When I logged onto my old laptop, which Sunny had hacked into for me, I found some photos.
Something had been slightly off with them, and I played until I was satisfied.
Shotgun and I had done a lot of research into my previous jobs, and Rain had contacted the gallery to see if they’d still be interested in me.
It was strange, but as soon as I picked up a camera, I knew what to do.
It was like breathing; it came naturally to me.
I’d booked a few assignments and had received rave reviews.
Because of the twins, I didn’t want to take on long-term jobs.
Now I’d only agree to four weeks once every four months.
That meant I was away from home for three months a year.
It would be easier if Shotgun accompanied me with the twins once or twice a year, as Rain was locked into his role and working hard.
“Can’t believe you bought fuckin’ puppies, isn’t there enough chaos around here?” Rain demanded as I gazed out over the lake.
“In another seven months, there’ll be even more,” I stated calmly.
Shotgun’s head snapped round so quickly, I was surprised he didn’t get whiplash. Rain gaped and then stared at my stomach.
“Not twins again!” he begged as Jinx began laughing.
“No, just one bean this time,” I replied, and Rain sagged onto a chair, relieved.
“Congrats, Daddies!” I grinned as Darcy shrieked, Wade bellowed, and two puppies howled.
What a life this was, and nobody could offer anything better.
Shotgun grinned and got up to sit beside me as his hand rubbed my belly.
I didn’t remember Wade and Darcy’s pregnancies, obviously, so this was a whole new experience for the three of us.
And I looked forward to sharing it with the men I loved.