Bad Boy's Baby: Wicked Angels MC by Heather West Read Free Book Online

ain’t such a good area,” I said, whistling under my breath. “You sure about that, honey?”
     
    Jenny gave me a withering look and I burst out laughing. Even drunk, she had her wits about her. I couldn’t help but find her even sexier for that.
    “I know where I live,” she said softly, but I could tell there was a backbone of steel under her demure sweetness. “You taking me home or not?”
     
    “Of course,” I said sarcastically, grinning at Jenny. I handed her my extra helmet and helped her climb on my bike. “Hold on tightly,” I warned. “I don’t want you falling off.”
     
    Jenny nodded. Suddenly, she looked almost like a little girl. I knew she’d had a hard day, but damn if I couldn’t get her sweet body out of my mind. She was one of the sexiest women that I’d ever seen. Maybe I could get her to agree to go out with me again.
     
    As I drove towards the bad part of town, Jenny snuggled against me. She wrapped her arms tightly around my waist and clung on for dear life. I whistled when I crossed the train tracks and looked around. We were at one end of West Street, and I couldn’t imagine the other end was any nicer. I couldn’t believe a dame like this was living here. She should have been put up with a husband and a couple of kids, living in a nice place, closer to the river.
     
    We pulled up in front of Jenny’s little house. I could tell that it had been painted recently. Someone had planted flowers in the yard and trimmed the hedges, but it was still pretty ramshackle. One of the shutters was hanging off the side of the house and it was small, probably two tiny bedrooms and one bathroom. It didn’t even look like there was enough space for an attic.
     
    “You sure this is you?”
     
    Jenny gave me a rueful smile. She seemed to have sobered up over the course of the ride. As she pulled my helmet off and handed it back to me, she tossed her red hair and I caught a glimpse of something shiny and golden at her throat.
     
    My mouth went dry. Suddenly, my head was filled with another girl. A girl who looked very much like Jenny. I shook my head. No, there was no way it could be her. Even though Jenny bore a strong resemblance to this girl, she’d disappeared years ago. They couldn’t possibly be the same person!
     
    Before I knew what I was doing, I reached into her sweater and pulled out the necklace. It was a gold chain with a tiny pendant in the shape of a four-leaf clover. My stomach did flip-flops and I stared into Jenny’s green eyes. The pendant she was wearing around her neck was tarnished with age. I remembered buying it years ago, saving up for weeks and then sneaking into the jewelry store during a trip to town.
     
    “You sure about this?” The old guy behind the counter was holding up a shiny, new necklace: a four-leaf clover on a delicate chain. He gave me a look like he wasn’t sure that I was holding legitimate money. “This is a lot of money, boy.”
     
    “It ain’t that much,” I snarled back. I dropped thirty dollars on the counter. “And that money is good. I didn’t steal it.”
     
    The old man shook his head, then wrapped up the pendant in a cotton pad and a white box. “She’s a lucky girl,” he said softly under his breath as he handed me the little package. “I hope she knows how lucky she is.”
     
    I blinked, feeling dazed. The pendant around Jenny’s neck was the same one I’d bought for Jennifer Foster all those years ago.
     
    Jenny’s soft voice brought me back to reality. “Are you okay?” I realized she was looking at me strangely. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
     
    I stared at her. “Where did you get that necklace, Jenny?”
     
    Her face changed. Jenny’s high blush disappeared and she swallowed a lump in her throat. Tears filled her eyes and she sniffed, looking down at the ground.
     
    “A boy gave it to me,” she said softly. “A boy I knew a long time ago.”
     
    My jaw clenched and I set my lips in a