Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Anarchy reigns.
Smoke a little smoke, drink a little drink, and live life one ride to the next.
Freedom Falls, Alabama is either the safest place to live or the most dangerous, depending on one’s view of the Kings of Anarchy MC.
Tucker “Mellow” Bostic is a hot-headed, alpha male who doesn’t back down from a challenge. He’s traveled the world finally calling the gulf coast home. Life for him is all things Kings and anarchy reigns supreme.
Lucy Coe is a single mom trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. A call from her ex lands her in a bar cornered by a stranger and frozen in fear. That is how she meets a man who is anything but mellow regardless if that is what everyone keeps calling him.
She never expected this one meeting would change her life forever. With her world covered in chaos, she finds calm in the arms of the VP of the Kings of Anarchy MC and Mellow finds a woman who manages to tame the beast inside him.
*Each book in the Kings of Anarchy Alabama series is a full-length romance novel. This is a series of interconnected stand-alone books inside the Kings of Anarchy shared world. See the Kings of Anarchy site for a full list of participating authors. This book is not meant to be an exact depiction of life in a motorcycle club but rather a work of fiction meant to entertain
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KINGS OF ANARCHY MC: FREEDOM FALLS, ALABAMA
President – Damian “Chux” Masters
Vice President – Tucker “Mellow” Bostic
Secretary – Juan Carlos “Gainz” Rivera
Treasurer – Nathan “Grit” Rockwell
Sergeant at Arms – Derek “Shaft” Minor
Road Captain – Aidyn “Stunt” Williams
Enforcer – River “Looney” Jones
Tail Gunner – Ledger “Riot” Masters
Chaplain – Paul “Saged” Steiner
Additional members – Zane “Nitro” Fletcher
Chase “Fresh” Davis
Jackson “Dodge” Stillwater
Gage “Dice” Wilson
Prospects – AKA Dipshits
Nero Oliver
Dawson Blue
Ace Prescott
ONE
LUCY
I shouldn’t be here. The thought runs through my head for the hundredth time as I push open the heavy wooden door of Black Rose Tavern and step inside. The smell hits me first—beer, overpowering perfume mixed with cologne, and something fried in old oil. It’s loud, too. Music humming through old speakers, the clack of pool balls, men laughing too hard.
My fingers tighten around my purse strap. This was a bad idea.
What choice did I have? My ex called, making it known he found me again, and wants to discuss our child. I can’t ignore it. He will chase me out of this town and I’ve finally found footing again. As much as I want to, I can’t run forever. The life I have given to Quinn isn’t the one I dreamed of. Two years of moving, two years without stability, I can’t keep it up. She needs to make friends and keep them.
Which is why he called, I answered, and I’m walking into a dive bar like I know what I’m doing, even as every instinct in my body screams against this.
I glance around the bar, scanning the space, taking in all the faces. None of them are familiar—truckers maybe, a few locals, some rough-looking guys in worn denim and leather. Those I know as Kings of Anarchy Motorcycle Club because they come in to the diner I work at sometimes and frequent the ice cream shop I have a second job at. A couple women sit near the bar laughing loudly with a group of men. They are dressed for the night out while I’m considerably covered up. The more I look around, the more my anxiety climbs. He isn’t here.
I check the time on my phone. Seven twenty-three. He said seven. I didn’t see his car in the parking lot and purposely waited to make sure he would already be here. And he’s not.
My stomach twists. Typical. He is playing games with me as usual.
A bartender with a gray beard wipes down the counter and nods in my direction. “You meeting someone, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” I remark, forcing a polite smile as I step closer. “My ex. He said he’d meet me here.”
“What’s your name?” He ask still wiping down the bar top.
“Lucy,” I respond hoping maybe this will help somehow.
The man snorts softly like he’s heard that story before. “Well, honey, you can wait if you want, but I ain’t seen anyone come in looking for a Lucy.”
Great. I exhale slowly and slide onto a stool anyway. “Can I just get a soda?”
He pours one without asking questions and pushes it toward me. I wrap both hands around the glass, letting the cold seep into my fingers. Maybe Clint’s late. Maybe he got stuck in traffic. Maybe—My phone buzzes interrupting my thoughts.
My heart jumps as I grab it. Unknown number.
I answer quickly. “Hello?”
A slurred voice comes through the speaker. “Lucy?”
I stiffen as instincts kick in. Tension rolls through me as my body prepares to take the brunt of whatever comes next. Abuse is a funny thing like that. Even with years away, my body reacts like I am back in the grips of his violence once again. I thought I was strong enough to face him. I was wrong. Based on this phone call alone, I am not ready to do this. Now, I’m going to have to work things out to move again. He’s too close.
“Where are you?” He asks speaking clearly suddenly.
“I’m here,” I say carefully. “At Black Rose. Like you said.”
A long pause. Then a laugh. “Yeah, about that. I ain’t gonna make it tonight.”
For a moment I don’t breathe. “You asked me to meet you,” I respond delicately because everything inside me is screaming that I mixed it up. This is my fault. Old habits die hard.
“Relax,” he states like we are friends. “We’ll figure out something later.”
Anger flares in my chest. “You said it was about Quinn.”
“Yeah well,” he mutters, “I’ve been thinking we need to work out visitation.”
My stomach drops. “You can’t just decide that after two years. When I left you told me to take off and not to look back. You even said she wasn’t yours.” I leave off the part where he specifically told me if I did stay close he would kill me in front of our daughter to teach her a lesson about leaving.
His tone turns sharp. “Don’t fuckin’ say that shit. She’s my kid too. You keep popping off and around, can’t find you, and I want to see her. You got off clean, Lucy. That’s bullshit. Taking off and making me chase you like a fucking dog wanting a bone. Ain’t got a taste for you right now. Just wanna see my daughter.”