Jaded: (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) by DD Prince

Author:DD Prince [Prince, DD]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-05-07T16:00:00+00:00

15

I was sitting on my parked motorcycle beside Bront, who was in his VW bug at the Circle J gas station, when Archer pulled up. And it took a second for me to realize who was in the passenger seat. Because it wasn’t my mother, yet it didn’t look like my girl. And there was nobody in the back seat.

The door opened and when she folded out dressed in head-to-toe leather, I knew the body, knew the face, but it was the hair that threw me. Instead of blonde and to her waist, it was a burgundy shade and just touched her shoulder blades.

My first thought was that she was wearing a wig.

“Yo!” Arch greeted. “Load her gear into this? Hey,” he greeted Bront who got out of his car, extending his hand. “I’m Archer.”

“Bronto. Nice to meet ya. Hey, Gia. Nice hair,” Bronto gave Arch a hearty handshake.

“Look, babe,” Bront jerked his thumb back and turned to the side.

Gigi frowned on her way to me. “What am I lookin’ for?”

“Somethin’ different about me, too. No prospect patch. Got fully patched in last night.”

“Oh… congrats,” she said.

“Thanks for bringing my girl, Arch,” I called over.

“My pleasure, Jesse.”

I turned my gaze her way. She was approaching but way too slowly and staring at her feet. Finally, she met my gaze. But she wasn’t to me yet and since she was walking way too slow, I crooked my finger.

“Get over here, hostage.”

When she got to me, I sifted my hand through her hair and our eyes locked.

“Not a wig,” I remarked.

“I… cut it. Do you… like it?”

I flexed my jaw muscles.

Her shoulders dropped.

“Well, I had Fern do it. You hate it,” she whispered, face falling.

She unzipped her leather jacket halfway, and that’s when I saw the shirt she had on underneath. Black shirt stretched tight across her tits, more than a hint of cleavage, the shirt lettered with Property of Jesse.

And something twinged in my chest at the sight of that. Something I’d never experienced.

“I don’t hate it,” I replied, suddenly feeling the crotch of my jeans getting tight.

That shirt, those words on her tits? I fuckin’ liked that a whole lot.

“Why’d you cut it?” I asked. “Trench coat and fedora improv? This a covert mission?”

“For one, Aunt Francie.”

I stretched my neck, avoiding the urge to scoff.

She explained, “I called to check in on her the day before yesterday. Her hair is comin’ out by the handfuls. She’s really upset. Your momma knows a retired hairdresser who can have it made into a wig.”

“Cecilia. Lives down the street,” Arch put in from about twenty feet away.

Gigi nodded. “Yeah. She popped by and took it after Fern cut it off. She’s got wigmaker connections. I’ll be bringing it to Aunt Francie when it’s ready. Hopefully it’ll lift her spirits.”

“For one? What’s for two? A disguise for the covert mission?”

She put her index finger to my nose. “Yes to the disguise but no to the covertness. New start for the club today, you said,

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