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“So it’s gonna give you guys a massive boost in your community?” Jett asked.
“You’ve no idea. Our reputations are solid, but this type of find, and if we publish? Well, the sky’s the limit for us.” I wriggled in Jett’s arms, excited again.
Jett’s eyes flashed, and he pressed his hard cock against me.
“I’m feeling a different kind of limit,” Jett said huskily and bent his head to mine.
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The following month raced by. Reid and I took on another staff member to cover us while we were in the Vault. We spent each day working from eight to nine at night, reading everything and documenting and cross-referencing. Montague had offered us his congratulations on the find and been genial about it. Luckily, Montague wasn’t holding on to any bitterness around his rash sale. He kindly asked us to keep him updated. And if anything personal to his family came up, would we consider him?
Reid and I assured Montague that if anything risqué or heinous turned up, we’d copy it but send him the originals and keep it from the public eye. It was the least we could do, considering how generous Montague was being. Of course, we owned everything, but some things, friendship, for example, weren’t worth losing over a family scandal.
Jett had been so patient with me. He arrived at nine every night and took me home, and we often woke up together. Jett brought me lunch and dinner, and when he’d finished at the garages, he’d come and sit with us sometimes for a few hours. Our relationship was going from strength to strength, which is why, when shit hit the fan, I was totally blindsided.
Chapter Eight.
Ihurried across the forecourt, excitement beating in my chest. After a solid month of working full time on the Hellfire Club documents, I took a day off to spend with Jett. Jett had asked me a couple of nights ago to take some time off, so we could ride, and I’d agreed. He’d been so patient, supporting me with my investigations into the chest’s contents; I owed us both this. Jett hadn’t complained and was due a reward for being patient.
Manny raised a hand in greeting as he came out of one bay, wiping his hands on his jeans. Slowly strolling over, Manny shot me a wink. No matter how dirty Manny looked, he was still hot as hell.
“So, where you two off to?” Manny rumbled, squinting in the sun.
“Not sure. Jett said it was a surprise. But he told me to wear jeans and boots,” I answered with a frown, glancing at myself.
“Well, lady, you look fuckin’ fine to me,” Manny replied. “Come on, I need to change my top, spilt oil on me,” he added. Manny looked down at his messy tee, and I snickered, which made Manny grin, and we began walking toward the clubhouse. He glanced past me, and he frowned.
“Manny?”
“That’s a piece of shit. Nothing we’d work on,” he answered, tilting his head at a car. I couldn’t disagree with Manny; the car was crap. Rusted and two different colours. I’d be shocked if it ran.
“Maybe someone’s visiting?” I suggested as Manny opened the clubhouse door, and I stepped through into the dimmer light.
I searched for Jett and waved to Texas, who glared at a stranger. Texas’s mouth tightened when he spotted me, and I wondered what was happening. Surprised, I saw several of the brothers, Lowrider, Ezra, Ace, and Apache, all looking strangely pissed. Phoenix and Marsha stood with Lowrider’s arms wrapped around Phoe, and she appeared mad as hell.
“Hey Texas, is Jett here?” I asked the frowning man.
A stranger turned to stare at me. Hastily, I swallowed distaste and tried to make sure it didn’t show in my expression. Ouch, this woman was not attractive. Blonde hair hung limply and looked in need of a good wash and cut. Her face once could have been pretty, except it was sallow and pinched thin. Bloodshot eyes peered at me. Her mouth had a huge cold sore in the corner, and she’d chewed her lips so hard they were chapped.
The woman wore a skimpy, dirty tank and a miniskirt that barely covered her ass. To my surprise, she held a toddler in her arms. At least the child appeared a bit healthier than her mother did. The mom resembled a drugged-out skank.
“Jett’s expecting you, girlie,” Texas growled with a warning glare.
“Well, I’m waiting for Jett,” the stranger said, and I considered her with mild interest.
“Hi, I’m Jett’s girlfriend. Anything I can do?” I asked, and Manny’s hand suddenly clenched on my shoulder.
“Fuck no, whore, I’m Jett’s baby mama and fiancée.”
The bottom fell out of my world as Jett came into view, his eyes a burning fury, as Jett looked from the skank to me. Bile rose in my throat as I gazed at her and the toddler. Jett was engaged? To that? No way, I didn’t believe it. Wait, that was Jett’s kid? Shock rooted me to the spot, and I was grateful for Manny’s hand on my shoulder. I watched Jett with horror.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jett snarled into the silence in the room. Warily, I stepped back, and Manny gripped my waist.
“We had a date,” I replied.
Jett’s furious gaze turned to me. “Not you, babe, that cunt,” Jett spat with a flick of his head at the skank.
I swallowed. Jett was enraged, angrier than I’d ever seen him, and I moved another step into Manny’s body, which had tensed. Tension radiated off Manny in waves. Was this Jett’s child? I was confused. Jett hadn’t even glanced at the little one.
