Atlas (Sinners Of Boston #2) Read Online K.J. Dahlen

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sinners Of Boston Series by K.J. Dahlen

Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)

Every Saint has a Past, Every Sinner has a Future…

When we followed V to rejoin the Sinners of Boston, he’d been looking for his sister for a very long time. With help of the club, we found her. Then V found the woman that had taken care of her for all these years and claims her as his.
Now we’re trying to settle in and be a part of this club once again. But the past has a way of coming back no matter how hard you don’t want it to. Boston is a dangerous town and we run into something that stops us in our tracks. Someone connected with both the club and V’s new woman wants to wipe us out of existence—but we aren’t going anywhere. When he tries and fails to get to us head on, we find a deeper secret he’s been hiding for a hell of a long time. And it’s more deadly than any of us know…

After Shea found me down in the tunnels, I didn’t want to remember the reason I was down there. I didn’t want to talk about it or even think about but the day finally came when the truth had to come out.
I couldn’t keep this secret any longer. It all came out when Shea saw her uncle or who she thought might be her dad? Standing outside the compound. His sudden appearance triggered the reason I was down in that damn tunnel in the first place.
Like dominoes, the truth finally came out, making clear the depth of Caliber’s complicity in a plot that would destroy Boston. Well, the Sinners and Leon Vincinti aren’t going to let that happen and when they fight back, anything is possible. Lord help us all…




When I stand here and look over the brothers in my club, I know I’m home. These men are my true brothers and I don’t miss the life I had before I came here. This club isn’t easy but it’s not without its rewards either.

Looking down at my daughter’s sleeping face, I can’t help the rush of love I feel for her. She may not remember her mother but I do. Buffy was my ole lady because I couldn’t breathe without her, that was— until I lost her.

She stepped in front of me when some lowlife tried to kill me with a drive by. I held her in my arms and watched her take her last breath and I thought I’d never breathe again. But I had too, my daughter needed me.

Then some lowlife snatched my daughter. Boston would burn if I couldn’t find her. If anyone hurt her there would be blood on the streets. I would not lose her like I lost her mother. Just when I was about to raise some hell Tallulah brought my daughter back to me.

Then I heard the story she had to tell and I knew someone was going to die. They wanted a war? I’ll give them a war...


Life shouldn’t be this hard... But I never knew it to be easy. Our parents were out of the picture when my brother and I were just kids. We went to live with an uncle until he was arrested and went to jail for manslaughter. Then we were on our own. Brink was seventeen and I was fourteen at the time. We quickly became street rats.

Now ten years later, Brink can’t wait for our uncle to get out of prison. Me, I want nothing to do with the man, he’s been bad news from day one. Then Brink does something so stupid, I can’t believe we’re related. He snatches a kid, but not just any kid, the daughter of the local MC.

He thinks he’ll be able to present the kid to our uncle as a weapon to use against the very people who sent him to prison. Me? I see nothing but pain here. I’ve been watching this MC and I know they will hunt Brink down and watch him bleed out.

To try and placate the MC, I take her back to her dad. I know I’ve got a target on my back now. Brink and my uncle will kill me for sure, unless the MC beats them to it, but I don’t care, the little girl is innocent and you don’t hurt the innocent.

It might be too late to avoid the war that’s coming but you gotta pick a side...


As VP of the Sinners, I have to listen to the talk on the streets. When I hear rumors about a threat out there, I hear more than just the rumors, I hear that this sort of thing has happened before.

Then a baby is left on our doorstep and the note with the kid claims he’s mine. I have no knowledge of the mother, so I’m intrigued why she thinks he’s my kid. That means I have to find her.