CHAPTER 17Dropping into the Cavalier’s front seat Christy handed the gun back to McIllvaney. It had been the Irishman’s idea in case Jimmy should prove difficult that she conceal the 9mm Biretta in the capacious donkey jacket. Jimmy glared at Christy from the back seat. It was a look she pretended to ignore despite the fact that she still fancied the young biker something rotten. She hated pulling the pistol on him. If he hadn’t been so bleedin’ hesitant there would have been no need.
Paddy McIllvaney gave Jimmy a critical once over. “He’s a fuckin’ Hells Angel, girl! D’ya think you can trust him?”
Christy opened her mouth to answer but Jimmy interrupted. “Look, what the f**k is all this? Yeah, okay, I’m a Hells Angel and bleedin’ proud of it, man!” the first throb of anger coursing thro
