Bones – Satan’s Fury MC Read Online L. Wilder

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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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“No clue.”

I turned my attention back to the dishes in the sink, hoping that she’d get the hint that I didn’t want to talk about Wyatt or his bad mood, but no such luck. “Is it just me, or did he seem even more on edge than usual?”

I didn’t respond.

There was no point. They’d made it no secret that they’d often found Wyatt’s quiet demeanor to be too intense and off-putting. I tried explaining that he was just a guy who didn’t speak unless he had something to say, but they didn’t get it. They were used to the other brothers and their loud, boisterous personalities and didn’t know what to do with the quiet, brooding personality of Wyatt.

I like the quiet.

I usually found it comforting.

At least, I used to find it comforting.

Today was different.

Today, I got the feeling there was a reason behind his silence, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say it had something to do with me. But, then again, I had no real reason to think that. He’d had his chance. If he wanted to make a move, then he would’ve made it, and that was that.

I continued washing the dishes, and just as I’d hoped, it wasn’t long before Makayla changed the topic of the conversation. “You know Reagan’s birthday is next weekend.”

“That’s right. I forgot all about it.”

“Well, we’ve gotta do something special. She’s going to be twenty-one!”

“That’s right!” Excitement filled Lacy’s voice as she suggested, “We should go to the city and try out one of those dance clubs everyone’s been raving about.”

“That’s a great idea!”

“How about you, sourpuss?” Lacy bumped me with her hip. “You up for a big night in the city?”

“Yeah, going to the city sounds like fun.”

“That’s my girl!” Lacy whipped back around to Makayla. “You know, we should get a couple of hotel rooms. That way, we won’t need to designate a DD.”

“That’s a great idea.”

Makayla threw her hands up over her head and started dancing around the kitchen, and it wasn’t long before Lacy joined in. They were still twirling around when I finished washing dishes. I grabbed the drying cloth from the counter and tossed it at Lacy. “Those dishes aren’t going to dry themselves.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m on it.” She stopped dancing and started over to the sink. “Such a sourpuss.”

“But you love me anyway.”

“You got that right.”

I left Lacy and Makayla in the kitchen and headed down the hall to my room. I went over to my desk and got busy studying for my big Spanish test. I hadn’t been at it long when I stopped and took a quick look around my room. It looked so different than the day I first arrived at the clubhouse.

Back then, it just had a desk and a small bed in the corner.

Now, the walls were painted gray, the bed had a new comforter and pillows, and I’d hung several pictures I’d brought from home. It was nice—much better than living in my car, and I liked knowing the guys were just down the hall.

They’d really looked out for me.

They made me feel safe. Not only had they given me a roof over my head, but they had given me a home, and not just because of what my father had done for them. They’d taken care of me because they wanted to, and I would be forever grateful. But I was older now and about to graduate college. It wouldn’t be long before I had to start really thinking about my future.

It wasn’t like I could live at the clubhouse forever. I needed to get a job—a real job, and I needed to find a place of my own. Just thinking about it made my head spin.

Thankfully, I had some time before I had to start planning my future. I had to graduate before I could get a real job, and in order to graduate, I needed to pass my Spanish test. With that thought, I turned my attention back to my studies, and I spent the next few hours focusing on my classes. By the time I was finished, I was both tired and ready for a bite to eat, so I decided to go check the fridge for leftovers.

I was just about to walk into the kitchen when I heard Henley say, “I saw Bones early, and I swear the boy has grown another foot. I can still remember when he was our sweet, little Wyatt with his little game in his hand.”

“Oh, I remember it all too well,” Wren replied. “He was a precious little thing, but I gotta tell ya. Raising him wasn’t always easy. He had a bit of a stubborn streak.”

“What?” Henley scoffed. “No way.”

“I know it’s hard to believe, especially now. But we had some rough patches.” Wren let out a breath before saying, “Mainly because I pushed him to do things he didn’t really want to do.”



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