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Total pages in book: 76
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He knows that pain makes you stronger… Wolf isn’t always a good person, and he doesn’t hesitate to say what’s on his mind. He is who he is, and he doesn’t offer apologies. He isn’t out to impress anyone, and he doesn’t make excuses for his actions. She knows that fear makes you braver… Raven has made some bad decisions, and she’d give anything to go back in time and choose a different path. The reality is that she can’t go back, and the day Wolf walks into her life, she finally realizes that maybe she doesn’t want to. Wolf is everything she’s ever wanted, and the exact opposite of what she needs. They both know heartbreak makes you wiser… Wolf knows that this is not a good idea. There are a million reasons—all of them bad—telling him exactly why he should stay away. But when Raven’s nightmares burst out of her dreams and into her reality, he doesn’t have a choice anymore. He has to protect her, while somehow protecting his battered heart.
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Prologue

Guess who got their life together! Not me. But someone, somewhere, probably did.

-Coffee Cup

Raven

“Get your filthy fucking hands off her!” I screamed.

In fact, I screamed so loud and hard that I felt something give way in my throat, but that didn’t stop me.

Especially not when I saw them tie July’s hair to a hook about a foot above her head. The move pulled her head straight up, and forced her to keep it that way.

Even with a fucking sword right through her belly.

Her pregnant belly.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Don’t. Don’t do it. She didn’t mean to keep it from you. It was my fault. My idea.”

My cries were ignored, and Jensen brought out a fucking knife the size of my forearm and walked up to July where she was being held up by nothing but her hair and the sword through her stomach.

The moment he was close enough, he stabbed July straight through her left wrist.

July screamed, and I screamed with her.

“Get it over with already. We don’t need all this fanfare. We need her fucking dead. Do you really think this is necessary?” Barrett, my other captor, asked from his seat across the room.

We were in Jensen’s brother’s garage; his big rig truck, the one that’d transported me and July here, was just to the left of us.

The truck—void of its usual cargo trailer—smelled like cow shit.

Although, cow shit was a better smell than chickens; never again, in my life, would I ever complain about smells. Not after smelling what chickens smelled like up close and personal.

“This is necessary,” Jensen said. “But, since we’re in a hurry, I’ll finish up here really quick.”

He stabbed July three more times, once more in each limb, and then stepped back to admire his handiwork.

I must’ve made a sound, or made a move to draw their attention, because the next thing I knew I was standing up, my hair wrenched back so hard that I saw stars.

Nothing could compare to the pain that July was going through. The pain was evident in her posture, as well as her eyes when she managed to open them.

Oh, God. There’s so much blood!

“I thought I told you to shut the fuck up.”

With that he raised his fist, then slammed it down so hard against my face that my vision blurred.

Blackness started to dot the edges of my vision, and the next thing I knew I was dead to the world.

I woke up some time later, confused and disoriented.

And that was the first time I looked into those dark eyes belonging to a Wolf.

Chapter 1

A woman can only run as fast as her boobs will allow her.

-Fact of Life

Raven

“Oh, my God. What the fuck is it going to take to get that through your fat, thick head?” Jensen screamed on the tape that was playing in front of the courtroom.

I swallowed, looking over at my lawyer who was giving me a ‘you’re okay’ nod.

I wasn’t okay. In fact, I was so far from okay that I couldn’t even factor this into a number, but I was going to make it.

There was a difference.

I had an end in sight.

I would testify to make sure that this man, this monster, never saw the light of day without having a razor-wire topped fence in his peripheral vision again.

This man would pay for what he did. To me. To the friend who’d been through hell with me, July. For the ladies before me that hadn’t been saved.

Jensen would pay, and I was going to be the one to make sure he did.

I had the information that the court and jurors needed to make the correct decision. I had the strength to fight him.

I had rage fueling my determination, and I knew that if I could just get through this last day, then everything would be alright. I’d be able to leave this place and start anew.

“Alright,” the judge said. “We’ve heard all this before. There’s no reason to rehash things we’ve already gone over. If nobody has anything to add, we’ll go ahead and dismiss the jurors to deliberate.”

When nobody objected, the judge slapped his gavel on the wood circle on his desk, stood, and left before the bailiff could even tell anyone to rise.

The jurors were sent into the room behind them, and I took that moment to get the hell out of there.

There was no way I wanted to be anywhere close to the courthouse when the final verdict was read.

No sir-ree-Bob.

***

I knew he was there.

Before I even saw him, I felt his presence. It was like I had some sort of sixth sense when it came to this particular man.

“Leaving won’t solve anything,” Wolf, the brother of the woman who’d traveled through hell and came out on the other side with me, murmured.

I shrugged and loaded up yet another box into the back of my car.

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Advertisement Dirty Mother Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Uncertain Saint’s MC #5) http://www.books2020.com/dirty-mother-5-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Mon, 15 Aug 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/dirty-mother-5-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC, Suspense Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Uncertain Saint's MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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The thing about hitting rock bottom… Ridley doesn’t think he has anything left to lose, not after the life he’s lived. Then he meets her, Freya Capone, the nurse who saves his life when the last thing he wants is to be saved. One look at her, and he’s transfixed. He doesn’t know what drives him to run by her house that night. Intuition. Sixth sense. Whatever it is, his gut screams at him to go, so he goes. And thank God he does. There isn’t any farther you can fall… Freya hits bottom after her brother’s death. Her rock. Her best friend. Her everything. Gone. She always knew it was a possibility that he might get hurt while on shift, but she never entertains the thought of him dying. Not until it’s too late. She literally has nothing else to lose. Until she meets him. Ridley Walker. A biker with The Uncertain Saints MC and a local sheriff’s deputy. The man responsible for taking away her best friend. But at least you have a solid foundation to build upon… The last thing Freya wants is to fall in love with the man responsible for her brother’s death. She doesn’t want to care that he is nearly killed. She doesn’t want to have anything to do with him. But she can’t stay away. And neither can he.
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Prologue I

Sometimes getting out of bed ruins the whole day.

-Coffee Cup

Ridley

“Okay, what you need to do is clean all these crumbs out,” I indicated around the car seat. “We had about ten kids in the car last weekend, and we need it all cleaned out for when my sister’s kid comes.”

He didn’t comment on the fact that my truck only had room for three kids, if I was lucky. Instead, he only nodded.

“Do you want me to take the seats out?” He pointed at the baby’s car seat that I’d installed last weekend.

Reluctantly, might I add.

My sister hadn’t wanted to put it in yet, and I’d told her that it was better to be safe than sorry. She’d agreed and I had placed the car seat in, expertly might I add.

Then again, I spent at least an hour each work week placing car seats into other peoples’ cars.

I was a sheriff’s deputy with the Harrison County Sheriff's Office.

It was the stupid new truck that I’d had a problem with.

“No, leave this seat in,” I pointed to the infant one for the baby. “But you can take this one out. I won’t be using this one again.”

The man nodded and got to work.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I smiled as I pulled it out.

“Yes, darling?” I teased, knowing my sister hated that nickname.

The only reason I used it was because it bothered the shit out of her.

“Stop calling me that,” my sister snapped.

I grinned as I walked away from the man cleaning the truck and the crumbs.

“What’s up?” I tilted my head so I pinned the phone between my shoulder and face.

“You told me that you would have someone to take me to Dallas for my appointment. Did you figure it out yet?” she asked.

I looked at my watch and considered the time.

“You do realize, right, that it’s only a little after six in the morning?” I wondered. “What are you doing awake already?”

“You’re not answering me,” she growled.

I snorted.

“No, I haven’t asked who I plan on asking yet. Does that answer your question?” I knew it wouldn’t.

She grumbled low in her throat, making the laughter I was trying to hold back burst free of my own.

“I’m asking him when I get to work, promise,” I soothed.

“You never told me who ‘he’ was,” she hinted.

“I didn’t, did I?” I asked evasively.

***

“Capone!” I called out loudly once I shut off my bike.

Capone turned from where he was walking into the front of the station and crossed his arms over his chest, and waited for me.

“What?” he yelled.

I grabbed my lunch that I’d picked up from Sonic on the way over, and half ran, half jogged over to him.

“I need a favor,” I informed him.

He raised his brow at me.

“What?” he pursed his lips. “The last time I did you a favor I got punched in the eye.”

I grinned at him.

“My sister needs a ride to Dallas,” I didn’t beat around the bush.

He winced. “That man of hers can’t do it?”

I shook my head. “No. And you’re the only one I trust to take care of her.”

I would count Capone as one of my friends, even though, outside of work, we didn’t hang out much besides grabbing a quick bite to eat or a beer here and there.

He sighed.

“You trust more people than me, but you don’t trust them with your truck,” he countered.

I shrugged.

“I trust others with my truck, they’re just busy because I fucked off and forgot to ask them in time,” I amended.

“I’m meeting my sister for breakfast tomorrow,” Capone grunted. “What time do you need me to take her, and where?”

I gave him all the details, and he nodded, pulling out his phone.

“You’re sure she won’t mind?”

“It’s gotta be done, man,” I said. “And you’re it.”

He snorted.

“She’s going to kill you,” he was smiling now. “You know how pissed she gets when I take her. Which she then takes out on you.”

I nodded.

She would.

She had something going on with one of my club brothers, Apple Drew. The ink hadn’t even begun to dry on his tattoo that claimed him as a member of The Uncertain Saints, but my sister had been around since his first prospecting days. They were together, but not. If that made any fucking sense.

Apple had been a prospect with The Uncertain Saints MC for months, and had very recently become a full blown patched in member.

Corey Capone worked with me and was everything that I would’ve chosen for my sister.

Apple, though, was the father of her child. Not that either of them confirmed that fact, but I wasn’t a dumbass. I could see the sparks flying between the two of them every time they got within a hundred yards of each other.

I just wanted them to fucking admit it.

Which was where Capone came in.

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Advertisement Bad Apple Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Uncertain Saints MC, #4) http://www.books2020.com/bad-apple-4-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Sat, 30 Jul 2016 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/bad-apple-4-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Funny, MC, Romance Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Uncertain Saint's MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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The road to hell is paved with good intentions… Apple “Core” Drew needs The Uncertain Saints MC like he needs air. He is barely making it through the day, and each one that goes by takes him closer and closer to hell. Literally, not figuratively. He’s a half breath away from killing himself—maybe not by taking his own life, but he’s not against making someone else do it for him. Then he meets her. One of his club member’s sister, and his whole outlook on life changes. And not for the better. Just as surely as he ruined his life, he ruins her life, too. One lapse in judgement on his part, and his one night of happiness turns into the worst nine months of his life. Which he would’ve thought was damn near impossible with the things he’s done and seen. She never saw it coming… It was the beard. The beard made her do it. That is a good excuse for having sex with a man she barely knows, isn’t it? Yeah, who was she kidding? It wasn’t the beard. It was the way he looked so dejected and solemn. The sad look in his eyes pulls her in, and the way his rough hands touch her makes her stay. All she wants to do is take that look out of his eyes, but the consequences to her actions only make things worse, not better. One day is all she gets, and he’s not willing to give her more. Until she dies, that is. Then it’s too late.
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Chapter 1

Everyone’s brave until they figure out the roach has wings.

-Fact of Life

Kitt

I walked into The Uncertain Saints’ club house, completely expecting that I would get trashed.

What I didn’t expect, though, was to get pregnant.

However, life works in mysterious ways.

Ways that seem to take a hold of you and shake you until you get your shit straight.

That was what Apple Drew, aka Core, was to me…the shake up I needed to get my head on straight.

I was going to school to become a family law paralegal and I was on the verge of quitting.

When I’d started going to school to become a paralegal, they never told me that I’d have to deal with the kind of trash that I did on a daily basis.

Today, for instance, I realized that maybe family law just wasn’t for me.

People were assholes, pure and simple.

And all I wanted to do was see my brother.

My brother who’d bet me that I wouldn’t come.

But I’d show him how wrong he was.

I smiled at the man that opened the door for me.

“Hey, Mig!” I waved excitedly. “How’s the baby?”

Mig smiled, and his wife, Annie, came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“The baby is being a rotten turd,” Annie offered as she stuck her head under Mig’s arm. “He takes after his father.”

Mig snorted.

“That’s what you say every time he keeps you up all night,” Mig said to his wife. “But then he starts walking two months before most kids, and you say he takes after you.”

Annie grinned unrepentantly. “Yeah,” she admitted. “I do do that, don’t I?”

I skittered past them into the main room of the clubhouse.

The place itself was located just off of Caddo River, a nifty little river/lake that ran from Texas all the way down to the Gulf of Mexico.

A long time ago, the river was used to transport goods that were sold in the southern states. It was a main source of income for the small town of Uncertain, Texas.

However, over time, it had become just another river until a few years ago, when bad things started happening in all the cities that the Caddo ran through.

It was suspected that the river was a main transport route for illegal goods.

Since the river was relatively unsupervised, a lot of the time people got away with their illegal activities.

Then The Uncertain Saints got involved, effectively tearing a hole in the bad guys’ plans.

The clubhouse was deliberately located on the river in a very popular part which saw a lot of traffic.

The building stood on stilts that lifted the entire thing up one story. It resembled more of a beach house, which was unexpected on a lake, but I loved it.

It wasn’t old, per se, but it had quite a bit of that old feel to it.

When the Saints had built it, they’d used reclaimed wood from old houses and barns in the construction.

Now, although it was less than ten years old, it looked more like it was hundreds.

“Hey sweetheart,” my brother, Ridley, called.

I turned to find him staring at me with an expectant look on his face.

I sighed and pulled a Hershey’s bar out of my pocket and handed it to him.

“Happy?” I asked.

He glared at me.

“I don’t mind you living in my house…” I interrupted him before he could get any more words that might offend me out of that stupid mouth of his.

“It’s our house,” I snapped. “It’s no more your house than my house.”

He shrugged.

“Papaw signed it over to me, and you know it,” he shrugged, knowing it would rile me up.

I ignored him and walked to the cooler that was sitting out on the back deck that overlooked the river.

Lifting the lid, I reached in and grabbed a Mike’s Hard Lemonade that my brother most likely bought specifically for me.

The ladies who had recently started becoming permanent fixtures in The Uncertain Saints MC were more wine drinkers.

I was most likely the only one that drank actual ‘wiener drinks’, as my brother liked to call my beverage of choice.

Apparently, there wasn’t as much alcohol in it, and he liked to tell me that all the time.

He also didn’t like that I always had my drinks on hand at home, but we never seemed to have any of his.

Yes, my brother and I lived together.

No, neither of us had anyone.

And yes, I have brought men home. Well, only two.

My brother didn’t bring any women home, but it had more to do with the fact that he was still in love with his dead wife.

I’d just closed the cooler lid when I heard the new prospect.

Well, I didn’t know for sure if it was him, but the plain leather vest on the man’s back was a good indication he was the one my brother had been telling me about.

He’d been there for a while, but this was my first club party in well over six months.

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Advertisement Vodka on the Rocks Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Uncertain Saint’s MC, #3) http://www.books2020.com/vodka-on-the-rocks-3-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Mon, 18 Jul 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/vodka-on-the-rocks-3-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Funny, MC, Romance Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Uncertain Saint's MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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There are rules to life that one just obeys in order in her attempt to stay on the right path. For example: 1. You don’t wear dirty panties out of the house. You just never know who’s going to see them. 2. A lady must always have chocolate at the ready—just in case the world as she knows it comes to an end. 3. You don’t egg on a drunk woman who’s pissed off at life. Why, you ask? Because they start bar fights, that’s why. Casten Red, the unofficial enforcer of The Uncertain Saints MC, wasn’t necessarily trying to urge her into doing anything illegal, and he definitely wasn’t trying to get her into a fight with a group of men who were all twice her size. No, he only intended to give her the confidence to stand up for herself, just a little nudge in the right direction. How the hell was he supposed to know she’d go all Chuck Norris on them and put three of them in the hospital with concussions? He should’ve followed his gut instinct and turned around that first moment he saw her in the bar, but Casten has never liked following the rules. Why the hell would he start now?
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Prologue

Sometimes you can’t help but be a fucker. When everyone else you deal with is a fucker, you have to outfuck the other fuckers.

-Tasha’s secret thoughts

Tasha

I walked across the stage with a smile on my face.

It totally contradicted what I was feeling on the inside.

I’d met some wonderful friends throughout the two years I’d been in school.

It’d been fun. It’d been challenging. It’d been exhausting.

What it hadn’t done, though, was make me forget.

“Congratulations,” my instructor smiled at me.

I’d done it, and they were happy for me. What they didn’t know, though, was that this was my third degree in four years.

And I didn’t use any of them but the one I’d gotten first: my degree in science.

“Thank you,” I replied graciously.

The Dean of Nursing Science smiled, offering me his hand, and I took it, pumping it twice before I moved to the next stop.

This one was my mom.

She was the one to place the pin on my lapels.

My nursing pin.

It was cool, sure.

But I wasn’t excited about it like I should’ve been.

This was all like any other day.

Another day that I couldn’t forget.

Another day that I questioned why I was still here, when it should’ve been me.

Jet shouldn’t have died.

It should’ve been me.

***

I got home from my graduation, walked through the front door, and tossed my diploma on the counter.

The piece of paper—rolled into a tight scroll from my fondling it as I made my way out of the stadium--rolled off the top of the table, slid past the edge, and teetered into the trash.

I contemplated picking it up, but I had to pee.

Then I forgot about it.

Mostly because my sister came up to my door, slammed the thing open like she was a beastie creature, and glared daggers at me while I was still trying to yank my pants up.

“What the fuck, Tash?” Annie yelled, waving her hands. “What the fucking fuck?”

I blinked at her outburst.

Not surprised by her ingenious use of the word ‘fuck’ but at the men that were at her back.

Mostly because I still had my pants unbuttoned, and I was fairly sure the toilet paper was still on the floor somewhere in my haste to yank my pants up.

“Jesus,” I squeaked, stepping back and slamming the door closed to the bathroom. “Don’t you knock, bitch?”

“I knock, bitch, when my fucking sister doesn’t forget to tell her sister that she’s graduating today,” Annie yelled through the door, totally ignoring my privacy again, and flinging the door open.

This time I, at least, had my pants up and buttoned.

“You made it in time,” I told her. “And Mom knew.”

“Yeah, but I almost didn’t! I didn’t know it was today until about twenty-five minutes before we were supposed to be there!” she snapped. “And that was because Mom asked on the way there where she needed to meet me!”

I shrugged.

“I couldn’t help it,” I said. “I forgot, too.”

“How do you forget something like graduating?” Annie challenged.

I raised my brow at her.

“I had a player hurt herself, my mind was on other matters—like my team’s morale,” I told her defensively.

The team I coached at Jefferson High School; the varsity volleyball team, to be specific.

“You’re shitting me! How do you not tell me that?” Annie pushed, waving her hands even more wildly.

I ignored her, walking past her into my small living room.

I lived over the top of a bar in an apartment they’d converted from an old attic space.

It was huge and drafty and loud on the weekends.

Despite all of those things, I liked it.

Mostly because it felt like I was closer to Jet here. It was a place that we’d always wanted to live...our first place together. We’d spoken about finding a little hole in the wall place where rent was cheap and we could afford it and go to school together.

The apartment itself was horrible. But that was the way it was. And I’d keep staying here until it didn’t feel right anymore, even though my mother, father and sister hated it.

“So, why are you upset again?” I asked her, keeping my eyes on Mig.

Mig was my sister’s husband.

They’d gotten married a few months ago, and they were raising Mig’s son, Vitaly, together.

They were awesome together and I was so happy for Annie.

I wanted the world for my sister, because if it hadn’t been for her, I wouldn’t be where I was today. She’d pulled me through my darkest of times, and kept me moving forward instead of living in the past.

She deserved the moon, the stars and damn near anything she could ever dream of.

Mig held up his hands.

I’d actually spoken to him last night, telling him what time they needed to be there.

It wasn’t my fault that Mig hadn’t relayed that message.

But I also wasn’t willing to get him into trouble.

So I’d take the heat, because I didn’t care if she was mad at me one way or another.

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Advertisement Jack & Coke Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Uncertain Saint’s MC #2) http://www.books2020.com/jack-coke-2-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Sun, 10 Jul 2016 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/jack-coke-2-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC, Romance, Suspense Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Uncertain Saint's MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Lies Mig’s wife is a bitch. How else do you describe a woman that lies, cheats and steals to get what she wants? That’s exactly what happens when she traps him into a marriage he wants nothing to do with, saddling him with a kid that he knows doesn’t deserve to be in a world like his. He’s doing a pretty bang-up job at ignoring everything but his responsibilities as a DEA officer and a member of The Uncertain Saints MC. Then his neighbor knocks on his door, and everything he thought he knew is blown out the window. Deceit Annie teaches Mig that not every woman is out to get him. Her love for Mig stretches past what’s appropriate for two friends, and Annie soon straddles that invisible boundary between appropriate and inappropriate. Annie’s not a cheater, though. When she tries to say goodbye, Mig won’t let her leave, and soon the tiny town of Uncertain blows up with the news of Annie and Mig’s innocent friendship. Betrayal Matters of the heart are foreign to Mig, and it takes Annie being gutted for him to see the wrong he’s done. He waits too long, though, and Annie’s heart is broken. She wants it all, or she wants nothing. She can’t take anymore half-hearted attempts at being just friends. The heart wants what it wants, and it doesn’t take long for Mig to realize that. But just when Mig finally has it all in the palm of his hand, his life is ripped to shreds by a new player in the game, and it takes all of Annie’s love and devotion, as well as help from the men of The Uncertain Saint’s MC, to put Mig back together again.
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Chapter 1

Don’t try to tell me that hungry is not an emotion. I feel that shit in my soul.

-Annie to Mig

Mig

I stepped out of my house, clad only in a pair of jeans and nothing else, and slowly started towards my neighbor’s house.

I’d been in the kitchen, taking a sip of some orange juice straight from the jug, when I’d looked over to see two black-clad figures entering the back of my neighbor’s house.

My neighbor that was a woman.

A very beautiful woman.

Instead of walking around to the back, I went to Annie’s window, the one that was directly across from mine, and slowly entered it.

Most people didn’t realize we kept our windows open since our houses were so close together.

Which was a good thing, too, since the intruders had thought it better to go through the back of the house instead of this easier to access window.

If they’d done that, I would’ve never seen them until it was too late…if at all.

The moment my feet touched down on Annie’s hardwood floor, I moved silently over to the bed where she slept soundly.

My hand covered her mouth, and she startled awake like a scalded cat.

She tried to scream behind my hand, but I moved onto the bed until I could flatten my body on top of hers.

The air left her lungs in a rush the moment I gave her all of my body weight.

“Shhh,” I said, barely audible against her ear. “It’s Mig. You’re okay.”

Annie immediately went limp.

“Where’s your dog?” I asked, removing my hand.

“In her cage,” she answered almost tonelessly.

As I listened to her, my heart started to pound for a completely different reason at feeling her soft body underneath mine.

“I’m going to go check your house. Call 911. Don’t speak. They’ll trace your call and dispatch units. Get off the bed and go to the corner of the room beside the dresser,” I pointed in the direction I wanted her to go.

She nodded against my chest. Reluctantly, I moved up and over the bed, finally stopping at the door.

With the utmost care, I opened the door and started to move down the hall.

I could hear the scuffle of feet now, but not much more than that.

Following the sounds to the living room, I paused at the corner of the mouth of the hall and aimed my gun at the uninvited guests.

“Freeze,” I said, menace leeching out of my steely voice.

The flashlights stopped bobbing around and both men froze.

“Put your hands behind your head and link your fingers,” I ordered.

They both complied.

I moved slowly to the side of them, keeping them in my line of sight, as I stopped in front of the light switch and hit the lights.

Both men, dressed in black, with their masks up around their foreheads, blinked at the suddenness of the light switching on.

I recognized the one on the left instantly.

He was Annie’s screw up ex-husband.

I’d met him at the diner in town when he’d tried to sit down at the booth that Annie had been occupying.

In her haste to get away from him, she’d bumped into me as I made my way to a table with my wife.

I’d caught her before she’d hit the ground, and immediately turned to put Annie at my back, allowing me to place my body in between her and her ex-husband.

He hadn’t liked that much, and I’d made a friend and an enemy all in one day.

My wife already hated the fact that I was a ‘protector’ by nature and had made sure to let me know she didn’t appreciate me having my hands on another woman. Regardless of the circumstances.

Annie had instantly liked me, extremely happy that she’d finally found a man she could count on.

And Mr. Autrey, Annie’s ex-husband, had made sure to harass me every chance he got.

“What are you doing in my wife’s house?” Ross Autrey snapped at me.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I answered instead.

Ross narrowed his eyes at me, and I smirked.

“Go on,” I goaded, smiling congenially at him. “Try it. Make my day.”

Ross proved he wasn’t stupid.

The friend with him, however, proved he was.

He let his hands slowly slip from his head, and I laughed.

“Ross. How about you tell your friend how good of a shot I am,” I invited.

Ross turned his head in the direction of his friend, and shook his head, whispering frantically at him. “Don’t move, man. He’s gonna blow your head apart.”

The friend saw the error in his ways, luckily.

“Annie,” I called. “Tell the cops there are two intruders. One is your ex, and the other is…”

I looked at the man.

“Howard. Howard Ryan,” he replied grudgingly.

“You got that?” I called.

“Yes!” Annie called from the bedroom.

Hopefully she was still in her spot, but it sounded to me like she’d been closer than I wanted her to be right then.

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Griffin Storm wasn’t prone to violence, but when someone takes what Griffin holds dear, the world as he knows it is gone. Retaliation, revenge and rage fuels him. His club, the Uncertain Saint’s MC, do their best to offer support, but Griffin is beyond redemption. He’ll do what he has to do. Kill who he has to kill. He doesn’t care if that means he dies. If it gets him what he wants, then it’s worth it. He fakes it all until the night he walks into a sex shop for batteries and lays eyes on a woman that will change his life. Lenore makes him think past tomorrow. Makes him want to see just what the future might bring. But his life’s a dangerous one built around pain and deception, and not for the faint of heart. He won’t give up the past, not until he’s done what he promised to do. And if that means she’s not there when the dust settles, he’ll risk it. Lenore, though, won’t give up on him. She’ll fix him, whether he wants her to or not.
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Prologue

We could all learn something from bees. Doesn’t matter what the size, if you chase someone with something that’ll hurt them, the fuckers run. Plain and simple.

-Griffin’s secret thoughts

Griffin

Uncertain, Texas

“What are you going to do?” My partner asked me.

I looked over to him, closed my eyes, then scrambled to the nearest trashcan and lost my lunch.

This couldn’t be happening.

Not to me.

Not to him.

My God, he was the only thing keeping me sane.

The only thing keeping me on this earth.

What would I do without him?

Once done, I stood, feet braced apart, and reflected on what I was about to do.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Griffin,” my partner said, watching as the rage started to pour through me.

I was going to kill whoever did this…and enjoy every fucking second of it.

If I went to prison afterward, fine. So be it. It’d be worth it.

I looked over at him, really looked at him, and shook my head.

“You don’t know what it’s like,” I rasped, voice roughed.

“You’re right. I don’t. But what I do know, is that if you keep traveling down this path, you’ll fuck yourself. All your hard work. Your career. Your life…it’ll be fuckin’ gone. Get those thoughts out of your mind,” he said forcefully.

“You don’t know,” I said again. “You don’t fucking know!”

It came out as a desperate scream…the kind where you don’t want what was reality to actually be real.

“You don’t freakin’ know. You don’t know!” I kept repeating.

I closed my eyes as a tear slipped free.

God, what had I done to deserve this?

I looked over at the table, in the middle of a cold, God forsaken morgue, where my son’s body laid for me to identify. And I broke.

“That’s my boy…” I cried, voice hoarse. “He was my baby. He was my boy.”

“I know, Griffin, I know,” Wolf whispered. “I do know.”

***

Two days later

I stared down at the coffin that held my six- year- old son.

Or what remained of him.

The cemetery at my back was filled with people. Family. Friends. Colleagues.

My ex-wife was really living it up, letting everyone know how hard this was on her.

My mother’s eyes were dead.

She looked like the light had gone out of her; none of her usual animation was where it was supposed to be.

I looked down at my dark washed blue jeans, black button down chambray shirt, and crossed my arms over my chest as I studied my feet.

My boots were new.

Tanner had been asking me for weeks when I planned on getting new ones.

We’d planned on going the day he got home from his mom’s, and I’d gone through three days of having the sole of my boot flapping every time I stepped funny, just so he’d be able to give me his opinion on which ones I should get next.

Because, you know, a six-year old’s opinion was important to picking out the most perfect pair of boots.

An opinion that I would no longer have.

“You okay?” My mother asked.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

It was a lie.

We both knew it was a lie.

But she didn’t call me on it. Mostly because she couldn’t lie about it herself, either.

Neither one of us was okay.

We were so far from okay that it was almost comical.

Almost.

The two graveside workers started to lower my son’s casket into the ground causing my heart to lurch.

It was a size that no one, not even the casket makers, should ever have had to make.

I idly wondered if they had depression issues.

I would.

Hell, I already did.

“You ready, son?” The pastor who was officiating asked.

I nodded.

“Yeah.”

My ex started to wail as the first scoop of dirt was placed on top of Tanner’s casket, and I wanted to smack her.

Not that I would, but a guy could dream.

My mother took my hand and together we watched.

Silent and still.

While the men and women that had attended the funeral slipped slowly away, the shuffling of their feet across the grassy cemetery lawn softly punctuating the sound of the dirt hitting the casket.

Five men, though, remained.

Five men at my back, who would always be there.

Mig. Peek. Casten. Ridley. Wolf.

Although they didn’t speak, I had their silent support…just like a brotherhood should.

Chapter 1

I work hard so my cat can live a better life.

-T-Shirt

Lenore

6 months later

“Do you have any batteries?” A deep male voice asked.

I blinked, looking up from the Cosmo magazine I’d been reading, and immediately blushed.

Freakin’ blushed!

You would think after owning a sex toy store for four years that I would be beyond blushing.

But, boy oh boy.

The man currently standing in front of me was to die for.

Drop dead gorgeous.

Tall, blonde, and so, so handsome.

Okay, I need to stop reading romance novels.

But, my God, he was freakin’ sexy.

He was tall with blonde hair shaved up the sides, leaving hair on the top of his head like the men on that Viking show were wearing. He had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen, and a beard covering the lower half of his face.

He had on a navy blue t-shirt tucked into dark washed jeans, with a brown belt around the waist.

He had muscles.

My God, did he have muscles.

I didn’t even think I could span my hand around his biceps, they were that big.

And his t-shirt clung to his well-defined chest, making my mouth dry.

“Batteries?” He asked again, impatiently this time.

“Umm,” I hesitated. “The only types we sell are the ones prepackaged with the v-vibrators,” I stuttered.

He glared harder.

“Which ones have double A’s?” He asked shortly.

I stood on shaky legs, rounded the counter, and walked over to the huge wall of vibrators on the back wall.

We had every shape and type of vibrator known to man.

And, as a courtesy, we sold batteries with them.

In case, you know, you wanted to try it out in your car on the way home.

Well, not really.

I wasn’t sure why they were included, to be honest. Mainly to make the customer happy, I supposed.

I refrained from asking why he came to my place of business instead of the Dollar General down the street, and was glad I did in the next instant when he offered that information up willingly.

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