Reckless Abandon

By: Heather Leigh

Chapter 1


Hunter

Nothing like having a fuckin’ gun pointed at your head. There we were, knelt on our knees with our hands on the back of our heads.

“Fuck!” I roared out loud, while I shook my head from side to side. I was really fucked up, seeing Eva…after all these years. I didn’t know what the fuck to think. I couldn’t get the image of her out of my mind, even with a loaded gun pointed at my head.

“Hands behind your fucking backs!” a man yelled at us. Jeremy, Derrick and myself followed orders. With clenched jaws, we gradually obeyed. Our wrists were immediately zip-tied and dark fabric bags were thrown over our heads. I had no fucking clue how we got from point A to point B. Somehow I ended up on a chair in a room. At least I was still alive, fuckin’- A.

The bag was pulled from my head; and I immediately took a deep breath of fresh air. That fucking thing was suffocating my ass. My eyes squinted under the bright light that hung over my head. I took in my surroundings, wood paneled walls, and a cement floor. The thing that stood out above the rest was the potent wave of chemicals or solvents that hung in the air. What the fuck? The door to the room that I resided in opened. Jax stood there, nodding to the Prospects to stand down as he entered.

“What the fuck were you three doing, spying on my fucking clubhouse? You boys have a death wish or some shit?” Jax said as he closed the door behind him. It was just the two of us. My hands were still tied behind my back, which fucking killed my shoulders. Being as built as I was and tied up didn’t exactly work together. I straightened my spine while I pulled my shoulders and neck back faintly. I looked him square in the eye.

“You have Condemned Angel’s property here that needs to be returned,” I stated. I thought back to right before we were caught. Jax had taken Nicole upstairs, to what must have been his bedroom. A woman was waiting for them; as soon as she laid eyes on Nicole, she had taken an interest in her. Fucking eyed her up like she would be her next meal to devour. I’m all for girl on girl action but shit, that’s when I took notice of the hair. It wasn’t a ginger red, it was a ‘hello, my hair is red as fuck’ color. Long, thick curls of endless bright red laid down that girl’s back. As soon as her face was visible, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

It was Eva, my Eva, my wife.

Past

Hunter

“Hunter!” Eva called out as she tossed her keys onto the ceramic dish that sat by the front door.

“Yeah, babe?” I answered her, yelling from the kitchen.

“Mmm, something smells good!” She walked barefoot into the kitchen, wearing high-rise cut off jean shorts and a black tank top, which set off her new bright ass red hair. Eva had an obsession with Jessica Rabbit from the movie ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit’, which led to the va-va-voom hair. It was up in a messy bun thing that chicks do, and her young face was beautiful as ever. Eva was about five years, give or take, younger than me.

“Chinese tonight, baby.”

“My favorite!” She fished out a couple packets of duck sauce from drawer.

“I know.” I grinned up at her. Little did she know what I had waiting for her at the end of our meal.

After we sat in the living room and finished our food, Eva sat back after unbuttoning her shorts. God, she was so damn sexy.

“Oh God, look away, baby. You don’t want to see this.” She giggled as she exhaled and let her imaginary gut out. Her flat belly rounded out with air, the roundness similar to being pregnant. Pregnant. I couldn’t wait to see Eva waddling around with my baby inside of her. Whoa man, one thing at a fuckin’ time.

“You know that shit just makes you even sexier? You giving me a hand with a head start on them shorts?” I crawled over to her with our favorite part of the meal, the fortune cookies.

“Oh, let me go first, baby?” Eva ignored my comment and immediately sat up and scurried herself to the edge of the couch. She sat perched there waiting. Like I was going to say otherwise to my girl? Fuck no.

“Always.” I held up her fortune cookie to her.

“I don’t get to pick?” She cocked her eyebrow.

“Fine, go for it.” I held open my fist, full of fortune cookies sealed in individual plastic baggies.

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