Make Me Your Villain (Battle Crows MC #2) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Battle Crows MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
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Then the news would spread.

At least, owning up to my mistake, they would know that I didn’t purposefully try to leave it and not do anything about it.

“I need a plunger,” I whispered.

Callum’s eyes met mine and they were shining with mirth.

“Um, what? Could you repeat that?” he requested, squeezing the back of my thigh a little harder now.

Oh, he’d heard me all right.

I punched him in the shoulder as he tried in vain not to smile.

“This isn’t funny,” I hissed at him. “I’m having a traumatic experience.”

And I was, too.

I was trying to make a good impression here. With him and his family. How was taking a shit and clogging the toilet making a good impression?

Eyes still sparkling, he leaned up and over before he pressed his mouth to mine, slowly to the point where I started to squirm. “I know. I’m sorry for teasing you.”

And he was, too.

When he pulled back, I could see the sorrow in his eyes.

“Come on.” He caught my hand and led me into his mother’s bedroom where he then went into the bathroom and stopped beside the toilet.

When he turned around, he had the oddest-looking plunger in his hand.

“What the hell?” I asked, looking at it.

He jerked his head toward the bathroom that I’d come out of earlier, then started to step inside.

“NO!” I called out, inevitably drawing everyone’s attention in the living room and kitchen my way. “I’ll do it!”

“Honey,” Callum’s mom called out. “If he has that plunger, it means that the toilet is stopped up again. Literally, it happens twice a week. If not more. It’s like the people of trailer park city decided to grace us with small shitter pipes or something, because everyone in this house, even my little grandchildren over there, has clogged it up. Trust me when I say, forcing shit down that toilet is something that happens on a regular basis.”

It didn’t matter.

I just couldn’t do it.

Nope. No. Nuh-uh.

“I’ll do it.” I wrapped my hand around the plunger.

I could handle plunging a toilet.

I’d done it myself about half a dozen times as an adult.

“I don’t mind.” He didn’t let go of the plunger.

I narrowed my eyes and said, “I. Do.”

He rolled his eyes and finally let go of the plunger, and I disappeared into the bathroom to take care of business.

When I was finished, I put the plunger in the clean toilet and flushed it a few times over the top of it before I shook it off in the bowl and put it down next to the toilet.

When I was done, I washed my hands and came out of the bathroom to find the entire room watching me.

My face immediately flamed.

“Get that shit flushed down, doll?” Derringer asked.

I licked my lips and said, “Yes, sir.”

He winked at me. “Welcome to the family.”

CHAPTER 14

Is he intimidating, or are you intimidated? There’s a difference.

-Bram to Teller, talking about Shine

SHINE

“I really like your family.”

I grinned at her words.

She was pleasantly drunk, and I was loving the hell out of it.

Well, she had been. Since I’d been pouring water and coffee in her for the last hour, she’d sobered up.

She’d been so carefree and happy, in fact, that I didn’t stop her wandering hands once that night.

Tomorrow, she’d likely feel embarrassed that she was all over me in front of my family.

But today, there was no embarrassment. Just touching.

Touching that I really fucking liked.

“Come on,” I urged as I walked us to my bike. “You ready to go?”

She sighed. “I guess so. I forgot about something I had to do tomorrow. I was reminded a few minutes ago when you were saying goodbye to your mom.”

I instantly disliked her words. I didn’t want to let her go if I didn’t have to.

Which was worrying, because the last time I cared about someone this much, it ended up biting me on the ass.

I tilted my head down to look at her. “Oh yeah? What is it that you have to do?”

She kicked a rock that was in her way, and then promptly tripped over said rock in the next instant.

She cursed cutely before saying, “First, doctor’s appointment. Then, I have to go to my parents’. Tomorrow is my dad’s birthday, and I promised I’d drive over for the day before I have to go back to work on Sunday.”

My stomach clenched at the thought of her leaving.

She’d be gone for days this time.

“Bummer,” I grumbled as I picked up her helmet and put it on her head. “How long is this hitch?”

She sighed. “Only down and back. But it’s a long flight. Six hours. A two-hour layover, and then six hours right back. I have a half a day rest before I fly out that night to New York, stay there a day, and then fly back. Then I’ll have three days off.”


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