“Rebel,” Striker called out and he came running over. “Get some men and drive their cars over to Harry’s crusher. Tell him to put those cars into the baling press. He’ll know what to do and by the time he’s done, those cars will be nothing but unidentifiable cubes.” While the cars were being driven away, a clean-up crew was busy shoveling dirt over the blood on the ground. Striker looked around, satisfied with what he saw. He walked over to where JD stood and saw the grim look on his face.
“Not your fault, bro. No one could’ve known what that sick fucker had planned. Come on. Let’s go the fuck home.”
JD had no words. Nothing could be said that would undo two innocent people getting killed. He followed Striker over to their bikes and rode out.
Jasmine and Holly jumped up when they heard motorcycles roaring onto the club’s lot. They ran downstairs and flew out the door to look for their men. JD was just getting off his bike when Jasmine flung herself into his arms. She was afraid to ask, but she had to know, “Is everyone okay? Is it over?”
JD looked down at Jasmine with a tormented look on his face. Jasmine would never know any of the details. That would be his burden to carry and his alone.
“Yeah baby, everyone is okay. It’s done.” JD said no more and Jasmine really didn’t want to know.
JD was enjoying his morning cup of coffee, relaxing on the back deck of the new house he and Jasmine had recently moved into. Jasmine had a dreamy smile on her face when she walked out to join him on the deck.
“I will never tire of looking at this view. The lake is so tranquil and just look at that fall foliage—all the red, yellow and orange colored leaves just takes my breath away.”
JD pulled her down onto his lap and kissed her tenderly. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you,” he whispered in her ear before finding her lips for a kiss. “Kissing you, Jazzie-girl, takes my breath away. I love you, Jasmine.” JD thought he could never be content staying in one place for so long, but Jasmine changed all that. He loved having his own place to come home to every night with his lovable old lady waiting for him.
Jasmine wrapped her arms around JD and hugged him tight. She’d never been happier in her entire life. She loved JD with all her heart and she had finally found the security and inner contentment she’d craved while growing up.
They both fell in love with their house the very first time they saw it. The huge parlor had wooden beams running across the ceiling with a massive fieldstone fireplace—but her favorite room was their bedroom. It had a little balcony where she and JD would sit together in the evening and watch the sun set over the mountains.
On one side of the house, there were steps leading off the deck to a large stone patio. Then more steps, leading down to an in-ground swimming pool. It was the perfect place for having cook-outs and partying with friends.
Jasmine reminded JD, “Don’t forget—we’re having that little get together this afternoon. It will be so good to see our friends again. I feel like it’s been ages since I’ve seen Renee and Susanna. Lori has been so busy managing the motel now that I’m not around much to help out and talking on the phone just isn’t the same thing.”
Later that afternoon, Jaz was standing on the patio looking over all the food she had prepared. She was getting much better at cooking and loved trying new recipes.
Holly and Striker were the first guests to arrive. Holly hugged Jaz and was marveling over the house. Striker was his usual crass self when he commented, “Where’s the old man? I thought you two lovebirds would be too busy fucking your brains out to have time for company.” Holly frowned and poked Striker, telling him to behave.
Striker handed Jaz a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne and ordered her to “go get the old man and some glasses,” so they could toast the new house. Now it was Jaz that glared at him which amused Striker and he burst out laughing. “Oh, Hell. I guess I’m gonna have to be nice, since you gave that ten grand to the club. Thanks, by the way. It came in real handy. Made some nice changes to the clubhouse.”
JD came walking down the hall in time to hear Jasmine mumbling under her breath, something about pompous, arrogant asses, as she was walking toward the kitchen. He knew Striker had arrived. By the time Jaz had returned with enough glasses, she saw everyone she had invited was there—except for Mick, who had the worst habit of always being late.
Renee drove over by herself telling Jaz, she wasn’t feeling too well and might have to leave early. Roach brought Susanna on the back of his bike and Jaz wasn’t surprised. For as much as Susanna denied any feeling for Roach, she never believed her. Jaz didn’t miss that little sparkle in Susanna’s eyes whenever she looked at him.
Drifter and Spokes were arguing over how to cook the burgers on the new barbeque pit that the club built for them as a housewarming gift. JD walked over and took the spatula away. He handed them each a beer and told them to go sit down somewhere.
Mick finally arrived. He wasn’t alone—some blonde with big boobs was hanging all over him. Jaz wasn’t surprised, Mick was quite the chick magnet. Jasmine happened to glance over at Renee who had her eyes glued on Mick and the blonde. Renee had a sad look on her face as she watched the blonde cuddle close to Mick. Jaz had hoped that Renee and Mick would’ve hooked up, but it didn’t seem likely that it would ever happen. When Jaz tried to give Mick a share of the money, he wouldn’t accept it. He told Jaz to keep it for bail money—just in case—and then he laughed. Jaz wouldn’t talk to Mick for several days after his little joke.
Later, they all sat down to eat hamburgers, hot dogs and potato salad. When Renee got up to get a bottle of water out of the cooler, a gentle breeze molded her blouse to her stomach. As she straightened up, Jaz gasped in surprise. Susanna couldn’t stop the words that flew out of her mouth.
“Oh my goodness, Renee. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were pregnant!” Susanna burst out laughing and didn’t notice Renee’s face had turned pale.
Mick was walking down the patio steps carrying a tray of wine-filled glasses for the girls when he caught the last part of Susanna’s words and stopped dead. He looked over at Renee’s ashen face, then down to the noticeable bulge under her blouse and...
“SMASH!”
The End…For Now
I hope you enjoyed reading JD and Jasmine’s story. If you would like to read more about the Satan’s Prophets MC, look for Mick and Renee’s story coming soon.
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Thank-you to my family—for all the love and support you have given me and for encouraging me to forge ahead when I felt like giving up.
I also wish to acknowledge and thank the following people:
Author Needa Warrant- you literally pushed me into following my dream of writing. Without you, there would be no book.
Miranda Rights- who gave up so much of her free time to critique this book. Your advice was invaluable and much appreciated.
Andrea Florkowski- my ‘go to girl’ when I had so many questions. Thank you for all the helpful advice.
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Jacqui Leigh Jones makes her home in a small, rural town nestled in between the ever-rolling mountains of Pennsylvania. She makes the most out of the four seasons with camping, boating, and--as being known as a ‘human snowball’ on the ski slopes. Traveling to Caribbean Islands is another source of relaxation that is always on her to-do list.
Jacqui has two sons, Bobby and Brian who live nearby, and her fearless Daisy, a black Labrador, who is better than a fly swatter at killing flies.
Being an avid reade
r of romance books since her early teens, she fulfilled a long-time dream of writing with her debut book, ‘Hidden Secrets’, a Satan’s Prophets MC novel.
She loves her happy endings and is a true romanticist at heart.
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