Bad Apple Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Uncertain Saints MC, #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Funny, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Uncertain Saint's MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
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And the woman currently shaking her ass at me was putting all of that in jeopardy.

Because I knew, if Ridley realized I’d fucked his sister, he’d not be happy about it.

As one of the founding members of The Uncertain Saints, Ridley’s wishes would hold more power. Would count for more.

And I needed another woman like I needed a hole in the head.

Seriously, if it didn’t have to do with my dick, there wasn’t anything I needed from a woman.

But my dick didn’t care.

It wanted Kitt Walker, and I had no say so in the matter.

“Hope you’re practicing safe sex,” Ridley finished off sarcastically with his sister.

I winced.

We hadn’t done that.

And now I was sweating.

Although that might be due to the fact that Kitt kept swaying her hips in my direction.

Or possibly because she had her tits hanging out of that shirt she was wearing.

My hand moved on auto pilot as she got into the truck, giving me an almost perfect view of her pussy.

My fingers lightly brushed over the seam of her jeans that ran along the length of her sex before my hand dropped back down to my side.

She smiled at me.

Then that smile quickly fell from her face.

Within seconds of that happening she looked at me and said, “I’m going to throw up.”

But then…nothing.

Not a damn thing.

She zoned out, her face went blank, and her breathing became heavy.

“Kitt,” I snapped my fingers in front of her face. “Hey. You okay?”

Ridley cursed from the other side of the truck.

“Is she looking at you?” He leaned over.

I looked at him, then back to her.

“No,” I shook my head. “What’s wrong?”

“Seizure,” he said simply. “Give her about thirty more seconds.”

My heart started to gallop in my chest.

“What?” I cursed.

“She suffers from seizures. She’s lucky. These are fairly light compared to what she could be experiencing, according to her doctor,” he answered, getting into the truck all the way and buckling himself in.

“Ugh,” Kitt said not even ten seconds later. “Nasty.”

“What’s nasty?” I blinked. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she answered. “And the metal. It makes me nauseous.”

“I’m so confused,” I shook my head and let her face go.

She smiled understandingly at me.

“Seizure. When I’m about to experience one, I get what’s called an ‘aura.’ It is sort of like a premonition of things to come. Tingles rake up my spine and then nausea starts to roll over me. Then I don’t remember anything that happens until I come back to myself a little while later. My mouth always tastes like metal.”

I opened my mouth, then closed it again.

“Well, okay, then,” I backed off. “Do you still want me to follow you?”

Ridley nodded.

“Yeah. I’ll meet you at the station. Would you mind picking up some batteries from the supermarket on your way? AA,” he gestured absently.

I nodded mutely and shut the door to the truck, backing away so they could leave.

The nonchalance that both of them were exhibiting was quite disturbing. They acted like this happened all the time.

And maybe it did.

To them. To me, it didn’t.

I was a goddamned mess!

She’d had a seizure! In front of me.

And now she was going to work like it didn’t even happen.

My eyes followed the truck until I could no longer see it, then I got on my bike, started it up and drove to the supermarket for batteries.

Then I went to Ridley’s office and waited for him outside.

He pulled in two minutes after me and parked, stepping out and looking directly at me.

“My sister’s a grown woman,” he mentioned.

I blinked but didn’t say anything.

“I can tell,” I murmured.

“So I don’t necessarily care or notice who she does and does not fuck,” he continued.

I closed my eyes, knowing instantly where this was going.

“I have my house wired,” he pointed out.

I blew out a breath.

“And I really, really don’t like seeing that you fucked my sister on my truck,” he said casually.

When I didn’t reply, he kept going.

“I expect it washed within the next day,” he continued. “I don’t like seeing my sister’s ass print on the hood when I’m driving.”

I nodded sharply.

“She’s not fucked up,” he leveled with me.

I looked up at him sharply. “I never said she was.”

“You looked at her like she was a freak show,” he stated.

I was shaking my head before he’d even finished his statement.

“I didn’t look at her like she was a freak show. I looked at her in alarm, because my buddy used to have seizures; when he had them, they were debilitating. It’d take him over twenty-four hours to recover, sometimes more. It was just weird to see her act like nothing even happened,” I explained.

Ridley’s eyes held relief.

“Don’t let me stop you from dating her. I may not like you, but that’s because I saw,” he pointed at me. “I know what you did.”

I grimaced.

I had tried to cover it up.



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