Right To My Wrong Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Heroes of Dixie Wardens MC #8)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale

Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)

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Right To My Wrong (The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC #8)

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Lani Lynn Vale


Sterling and Ruthie

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Sterling and Ruthie have more things in common than they realize, even though from the outside it doesn’t seem like they do.
Sterling is a decorated war hero. Ruthie is an ex-con. Their two worlds should’ve never collided, but fate has a way of turning life in the direction least expected. Now Ruthie has to try to come to terms with the fact that she’s in love with a biker who’s also a decorated Navy SEAL. One who leaves for months at a time with little to no advance warning, taking her heart with him each time he goes.
Sterling has a lot of things to overcome in order to have Ruthie, the biggest being her mind. She doesn’t think she’s good enough. He thinks she’s perfect.
Now it’s up to him to show her just how right he can be.
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It’s said that birthmarks are where you were killed in your previous life. Apparently I was killed by someone stabbing me in my boob. What a bitch way to die!

-Ruthie’s secret thoughts


“So, what’s your story?” The man at my side asked me.

I looked up from peeling the label off my beer and stared at him.

He was so beautiful, but everything I would never go for again.



An Alpha.

Those three things combined made for a man who always felt he knew the right way.

“What do you mean, what’s my story?” I muttered, looking back towards my label.

“Where’d you grow up?” He was a persistent bastard.

“Typical shit upbringing. My dad left my mom. My mom felt the benefits of having me were outweighed by the negatives of having me, so she gave me up for adoption. I never found anyone to take me in, so I spent twelve years in the foster system. When I turned eighteen, I was kicked out on the street, and I did the only thing I could, found a man that could support me. But he also liked to beat me. After a year of that, I killed him,” I said softly.

If knowing that fact was going to scare him off, I wanted to get it over with before I made a friend out of him. I wasn’t a fan of false niceties. I was a rip the band aid off kind of girl.

“Sawyer said you just got out,” the man continued.

I sighed and finally looked at him.

He was handsome.

So handsome that it was making me tongue tied. I wasn’t hot like most of the other women in the room. I was decent looking, but I wasn’t in his league.

Which was why I was looking at the label of my beer the majority of the time instead of at his face.

He’d been sitting beside me ever since I’d sat down, and I couldn’t figure out why.

In fact, he was downright gorgeous. Everything that made him wrong.

And the beard just made it even worse.

I couldn’t resist a beard.

Never could…and never would.

Tall with muscular arms. Wide shoulders. Deep green eyes and a messy mop of dirty blonde hair tumbling over his eyes, he was every woman’s dream.

His beard was one of those that was grown out of necessity instead of style, the kind where you were out in the desert and not near a razor kind of beard.

Which was conducive with the party we were having in honor of him coming home from his deployment in Afghanistan.

“Do you want me to leave you alone, because I’m sensing that from you,” the man said.

I sighed and looked at him, caught by those beautiful green eyes.

“Sterling, I’m one fucked up mess,” I finally said.

He grinned. “Well that makes two of us. I’m a fucked up mess molded into a ball of denial. Trust me. My fucked up mess could easily compete with your fucked up mess.”

I laughed.

If only that were true.

Chapter 1

Sometimes people are too chatty in the morning. And according to the Coffee Gods, it’s okay to kill those people. Slowly.

-Ruthie’s secret thoughts


“Shit, fuck, shit fucking hell,” I growled as I ran from my car to the convenience store where I worked.

The convenience store was one of three in the city of Benton, Louisiana, and I happened to work at the one in the harsher side of town.

But I liked it.

My boss gave me the hours I wanted.

I could go to school, and I could still work at my other job at Halligans and Handcuffs, seeing as it was the job that made me the most money.

Sterling and his two brothers, foster care brothers not club member brothers, came in every three days before they worked out.

Each would grab an energy drink. A Monster for Sterling, and Nos for his two brothers, and two Gatorade’s a piece. Only ever in the red. No blue, orange, or yellow for those guys.

Then they’d take turns paying.

I’d gathered over the last half a year that the middle brother was a baseball player, and the other two supported him during workouts and practice.

Or, at least, when Sterling was here, he did.

He’d been deployed about five months ago, and had just returned two weeks ago.

And I’d missed my time to see him if I didn’t hurry!


I stepped in a puddle of water, saturating my pants leg all the way up to my knee.

“Dammit,” I growled, hitching my bag over my shoulder once more and walking quickly.

I didn’t run, though.

Not once I hit the slick black top near the pumps.

It always seemed to gather oil and the likes, and when it rained, it became like a slip and slide.

I’d seen no less than fifteen people bust their asses over the last six months that I’d worked there.

I’d told my boss that it was a hazard and that one day someone would sue, but all he could say to that was, ‘Let them. Then they can have this place and I wouldn’t have to deal with my mother in law anymore.’

I breathed a sigh of relief when my feet hit the sidewalk that would lead me inside the store, and shivered violently when a bolt of lightning came down out of the sky and seemed to practically touch the tip of a six foot pole that was just to the left of where I’d parked my car.

“Holy hell,” I said in awe.

I’d always been interested in meteorology. I was just not smart enough to go that route when I had the chance.

At thirty two, I was well on the way to middle aged, and there just wasn’t time to go anywhere in life anymore.

“You’re late!” My boss, Dane, growled at my side.

I gasped and jumped, covering my face in reflex.

Not because I thought he’d hit me, but because it was simply just a reaction.

Something that’d been ingrained in me since I was a young kid living in a foster home full of kids that liked to beat you up for the hell of it.

Dane didn’t take offense to my maneuverings, only nodded at me, staying where he was so he wouldn’t scare me anymore than he already had.