Beard Up Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #6)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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Fuck the letter H. Goddammit.

My teeth were chattering. Fuck, it was cold.

I hated when I couldn’t control it.

It wasn’t something that happened very often. Not anymore, anyway.

But, it always got worse when I wasn’t in control of myself.

And with Stone’s gun to the back of my head, I definitely did not feel in control.

“Move slower. I don’t want to run to keep up with you,” he growled from behind me. “You even think about escaping, you’ll wind up with a bullet in one of your kidneys.”

I automatically slowed my pace, letting Stone catch up to me.

“Good boy.”

I gritted my teeth, stepped over a log and came to a sudden, bone-rattling halt when I saw the man standing in front of us.

It was him.

Face to face with the man that’d nearly gone down from a bullet from my own gun.

He studied me for so long that I thought for sure that he’d recognized me, but his next words proved that he didn’t.

“Who are you, and what do you want?” he growled.

I looked the man straight in the eye and opened my mouth to speak.

I wasn’t too worried that he would recognize my voice. Not only had my face changed over the last year, but my voice had, too.

Plastic surgery couldn’t fix damaged vocal cords.

“I’m…,” I hesitated. I couldn’t give him my real name. Then he’d surely recognize me. My name wasn’t a common one, and there was likely only a handful of fucking men in the entire world that shared it with me. “I’m T-im.”

I stuttered over the words, not because of my problem, but because I nearly told him my name.

So stupid.

His brows furrowed. “What did I ever do to you to deserve being shot at?”

Nothing at all. You’ve changed my life.

“My father decided that you needed to die.” Once I made the decision to tell him why I was there, I let it all hang out. I told him everything that he would ever need to know about my father, and even some things he didn’t need to know.

“And who exactly is your father?” he challenged me.

Here’s where I fucked up.

I’d never, not once, spoken about my father or the fact that the whole reason I joined the brotherhood was because of him and my shitty family. What I should’ve realized, though, was that this man was a fucking magician. If he wanted to know something, he’d do whatever it took to get it, and there wasn’t anywhere in this world a person could hide from him if he wanted something from them.

And this was one of those times. I shouldn’t have told him the truth. Shouldn’t have told him my father’s name, because the moment that I did, his eyes zeroed in on mine.

And then they widened as realization dawned.

“Son. Of. A. Bitch.”

***

“You can’t go back,” the man said to me. “If you go back, I won’t be able to protect you or them anymore. I’ve got eyes on your family. You have to stay out of sight.”

I swallowed thickly.

“Just tell me where to go,” I hesitated. “And you promise me that you’ll keep me updated. Once a month, you and I meet, and I’ll keep myself scarce. You miss one of those meets, and I’m going to assume that I need to move in.”

“You’ll go to the Rejects. Stone will take care of you.”

And that was how I’d become a member of a motorcycle club for the second time in my life—only, this time, as a Ghost.

“I didn’t get that promise,” I hesitated at the entrance.

He looked over at me.

“No, you didn’t,” he agreed. “But that won’t stop you from getting the fuck out of here…now, will it?”

I walked away, knowing that he’d do everything he could to take care of my family, even if he had to put his own life on the line to do it.

Chapter 1

I need a good fucking from something other than life.

-Ghost’s secret thoughts

Ghost

One month later

I stopped under the shade of a magnolia tree, paused, and stared at my old life.

I did this once a month, and each time, I made myself sick with wanting. Once a month, I would stop by on my way home from the monthly meetings to discuss their health and happiness, and once a month I would torture myself by stopping by to see what I’d left behind.

But it was the only way. The only way to protect her from a life that she wasn’t meant to live in. Protect her from my father and mother who would like nothing else but to ruin it and everything in it—including my wife and child.

I watched as she broke. Watched as she railed. Watched as she dropped to the floor in the middle of our kitchen—a kitchen we had danced and sang in once upon a time—and broke down completely.



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