Page 17 of Jagger
“Her first name is Angel?” Abby asked.
“Don’t know that either, but that’s what I call her,” I said with a grin.
“You don’t know her first…are you shitting me right now? You’re gonna fuck this up, Jagger, I just know it and then I’ll have to make Ethan change schools. I will kick your ass if that happens, do you hear me?”
“Yes ma’am, loud and clear. And don’t worry, I’m not gonna fuck this up.” I assured her.
I called Irish and the accountant and moved our meeting up by an hour, so I would have plenty of time to meet Abby at the school. The meeting didn’t turn up any issues or concerns, so it didn’t run long.
I pulled into the school parking lot at three-thirty, bypassing the line of cars wrapping half-way around the building and the school bus parking areas up in front, parking in the back of the lot as Abby had instructed me. Apparently, there were very clear rules about the pick-up and drop-off lines, and heads rolled if somebody fucked it up and parked in the wrong place. I’d taken time to run home and swap my bike for my cage. I hoped I could talk Angel into going to dinner with me, and I didn’t want her driving separately. I wasn’t sure she’d be dressed for the bike, and I wasn’t sure I was quite ready to have her riding on it anyway, so I was stuck with four wheels tonight instead of two.
Riding on the back of a brother’s bike was a big fucking deal to a lot of us. We didn’t just let any bitch ride with us. That was an honor reserved for a serious girlfriend, at the very least. Someone you intended to be with long-term. Of course, not every member of the club felt that way, but the men in our family did. Sinner saw to that. The only women who had ever ridden with me were related to me - Abby, my little cousin, and my Grandma Frankie a few times before she got too sick to ride. She’d loved the freedom of it, having spent over forty years riding with Sinner by that point.
I spotted Abby’s car pulling in about ten minutes later and groaned as I saw my dumbass brother driving it. Why the hell was he here with her? I got out of my car and leaned against the trunk as he parked next to me. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him as he exited the car. He just flashed me a shit-eating grin as he walked around to help his wife get out of the passenger side.
“Why are you here, Rome?”
“You couldn’t pay me to miss this shit, man,” he said with a laugh. “When Abby called to tell me about it, I rescheduled an appointment just to see this. It’s gonna be fucking epic!”
His laughter cut off with a grunt when Abby elbowed him in the stomach. “Quit picking on your brother, Caleb. It’s not nice to make fun of someone who just can’t help how much of an idiot he is.”
I gaped at her, clutching my hand to my chest, and putting on my best pouting face.
“Abigail, you wound me. How am I the idiot in this situation? I’ve done nothing wrong, except to have the misfortune to have been born with the same face as this asshole.”
Rome reached around his wife to try to smack the back of my head, but I ducked out of the way.
“God, I swear, I can’t take you two anywhere. Now behave yourselves before the kids get out here and see you two acting like kids yourselves.”
“Yes, ma’am, we’ll behave,” Rome and I solemnly, in perfect unison.
“Ugh, stop doing that freaky twin thing,” she said with a shiver. It creeped her the fuck out whenever we did that, which I had to admit, was kind of freaky at times.
We waited for several more minutes, with Rome and Abby both grilling me for info about Angel. I told them everything, well, mostly everything. I left out the scene on the desk in my office, and the parts where I acted like a total pussy. No sense giving my shithead brother even more ammunition. I finally heard the faint ringing of the dismissal bell from inside the building, and noticed that a tall, muscular guy had exited the building and was standing at the front of the car pick-up line.
“That’s the gym teacher, Mr. Dolan. Ethan really likes him, too. He’s always out here helping Miss Walsh and the other kindergarten teacher with the pick-ups.” Abby told us, and I glanced at Rome only to find him looking back at me, then we both turned at the same time to glare at Mr. Fuckface Dolan. He was too damned young and good-looking to be around Angel all day, and I knew Rome didn’t want him around Abby either. He was a possessive motherfucker, and it appeared that was going to be another twin trait we shared.
I saw her blonde hair first, as she escorted what looked like dozens of little monsters out of the building and directed them to line up on the sidewalk by the curb. It looked like it would be easier to try to herd cats, but she managed it just fine. The kids – most of them anyway – appeared to be hanging on to her every word, my nephew included. Her hair was piled on top of her head in what I’d heard Abby refer to as a messy bun. She was wearing a red short-sleeved shirt that looked silky from here, with a slim-fitting black skirt that hit right above her knees. That skirt clung to the sweet curve of her ass and those thick, luscious thighs, and I damned near whimpered at the sight. I had a sudden vision of bending her over her desk, shoving that skirt up her thighs and over her glorious ass, ripping off her panties and fucking her until she screamed my name. My real name. I’d not used my given name in years, but I had a sudden craving to hear it from her lips.
I watched through narrowed eyes as the damned gym teacher moved closer to her, and she smiled at him and shook her head at whatever he’d said to her. I gritted my teeth as I watched him come to a stop right next to her, then he said something that made her smile at him again.
“I’m going to walk up to get Ethan. Are you guys coming with me, or are you just going to keep shooting death rays at the hunky gym teacher?”
“Hunky? What the hell, baby girl? You think that guy – “ Rome was too pissed off to notice that Abby was just bustin’ his balls.
“Calm down, Stud. You know I’m kidding. Let’s go, before Ethan’s the last kid left standing there,” she interrupted him, taking his hand and leading him across the parking lot. I could hear him still grumbling under his breath as I followed them up to the building.
Angel was distracted by a little girl who needed help with her backpack and didn’t notice us walking up. Fuckface did, though, and glared daggers at Rome as he held Abby’s hand, before he saw me standing just behind them. His eyes widened almost comically, and he touched Angel’s shoulder to get her attention. She turned to look at him, her face blanching as she saw Abby standing there. She didn’t even spare a look for Rome, obviously thinking he was me, and I hated seeing the look of guilt and shame on her face.
“Angel,” I called to her softly, and she shot startled eyes my way. I stepped forward, so that I was standing right next to Rome, and her wide eyes darted between the two of us, then I saw her expression change as the truth sank in.
“Oh, shit. You have a twin,” she whispered, then clapped her hand over her mouth right before Fuckface Dolan started laughing and told her she owed a dollar for the swear jar.
Chapter 5
Molly
Oh my God, twins! I could hardly believe it. My gaze slid from Jagger’s to the man who was obviously his twin brother. His twin was grinning, clearly enjoying my predicament.
