Hellbent (Four Horsemen MC Book 5) by Rayne Sara

Author:Rayne, Sara [Rayne, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Snippy and Snarky Ink
Published: 2015-10-31T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

When you got a problem, that’s why you got brothers. Lean on them.

~Four Horsemen Prospect Handbook

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The Crossroad Crows, Jagger's band, finished their warm ups and Shep's hearty round of applause echoed through the deserted space.

"Man, I don't even know what kind of band you are. Bluegrass? Folk? Outlaw Country? What do you call it?" Shep teased.

"Badass," Jagger replied with a smirk. Then he hopped up on the makeshift stage they'd made out of pallets in the Seventh Circle Motors parking lot. Their new fiddle player shook out her arms and raised the violin to her shoulder. Her hair was platinum blond on top and indigo blue underneath. Which meant she fit right in. The group was a hodge-podge mashup that landed somewhere between hillbilly and hipster.

They started up a bluegrass cover of Hozier's Take Me to Church and when Jagger belted out the first few lines, goosebumps ran down Shep's arms. The asshole had every right to be smug. Badass didn't cover the Crossroad Crows.

The pain pulsing in Jagger's aching voice as his Irish brogue caressed the syllables was the most spiritual moment Shep had experienced since he'd turned his back on becoming a Pastor. He moved across the stage, angling his shoulder against Blue's so they were back-to-back and she played the fuck out of that fiddle.

When had they gotten so good? But he knew. When Blue joined. Because that's all Jagger ever talked about anymore. Shep made a mental note to get around to having her checked out incase this started to look like an Old Lady arrangement. At the end of her solo, she tossed him away with a impertinent elbow and a decidedly unimpressed look.

But it wasn't fooling Shep. The two of them on stage crackled with sexual tension, and its effect on their music was heady. He blew out a breath, his heart actually speeding a little.

He snapped a photo and texted it to Eddie. You know this girl?

No. I'd remember blue hair.

Shep snickered. God, he missed Eddie. She's all over Jagger like white on rice.

Interesting.

He tucked the phone back in his pocket. If he hadn't found anything by the time Eddie got back, she'd have the dirt—out of town or not.

Jagger hopped off the “stage.” He clapped a hand on Shep's shoulder and grinned. "You know I didn't ask you to tag along so you could lollygag in the crowd. Get up there!"

Shep grinned. He pulled his harmonica from his inside pocket and hopped up to sit on the left end. "This is as far as I'm going."

"Fine." He gestured at the rest of the band. It took him an extra second to recognize the song through the bluegrass interpretation. Ed Sheerhan's Make it Rain was a song that always tugged at his heartstrings.

Blue kept time by tapping her bow hand on the rim of her black violin as Jagger's fingers danced across the banjo strings. When Jagger got through the first line, Shep raised the harmonica to his lips.

The music

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