Conjugal Visits (Souls Chapel Revenants MC #2) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Souls Chapel Revenants MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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To the point that I knew if he could, he would get rid of me.

Learning that I was shipping out today was like a miracle to him.

Little did he know that his child planned on leaving, too.

She may not be going with me, but she was going, nonetheless.

I wished I could be here when she told him she was moving away to college.

Instead, I’d have to live with the knowledge that it would make him sad.

CHAPTER 4

Please make it stop.

-Beckham listening to dad jokes

BECKHAM

Dropping him off should’ve been a lot easier with as much as I’d prepared for it.

But not only was it hard, but it was ripping my fucking guts out.

Trouper stood in front of the door to my car, looking at the doors to the airport that would take him to the Air Force Academy in Colorado.

He told me that he’d never been on a plane before. So, I was sure this was a daunting task for him.

“Troup?”

At my call, Trouper turned to face me for one last goodbye.

His eyes were hot and expressive as they met mine.

“You look hot as hell up in that suit and tie,” I teased when he finally came to me.

He snorted. “I feel like a dumbass. These lights are bright and uncomfortable.”

I looked at the lights, and I blamed it on their bright glare for the reason tears were now forming in my eyes.

“Don’t cry,” he whispered. “You’re breaking my heart.”

“It’s the lights,” I lied. “Are you ready?”

He looked over his shoulder at the men and women lining up at the door, waiting for the rest of the group to finish their goodbyes.

“I guess as ready as I’ll ever be,” he mused.

I pressed a kiss to his cheek, right underneath his lips, and pulled away. “Take care of yourself, Trouper Aoki. I want you whole when I finally see you again.”

He mentally pulled himself together and then there was the tough as nails boy that always lived as if it was him against the world.

“Take care of yourself, Beckham Spurlock,” he teased right back.

He turned on his heel, throat working, and hesitated.

That’s when I knew that he needed to know.

He needed to hear it from me before he left.

“Love you,” I whispered to him right before he took off.

“I love you, too.” He leaned closer. “See you in a year?”

I licked my lips. “A year.”

• • •

TROUP

The worst was replaying the look on her face as I walked out the door.

Over and over, I watched in my mind as tears filled her eyes.

As one single tear trailed down her cheek as I waved at her goodbye.

“You know Foster?”

I looked up at the man that was going to control my life for the next few years.

Four of them, to be exact. If I made it that far.

God, I hoped I made it that far.

Getting into the Air Force Academy had been tough.

It’d been a good thing that I had my father’s background and that I’d pulled my shit together my senior year.

“Yes, sir,” I said, feeling dread fill my stomach.

“He says hi.”

That’s when I knew that, without a doubt, this was about to be a really, really bad fuckin’ time.

And the plans that Beckham and I made likely weren’t going to be happening anymore.

I was right.

Other than a phone call here and there, I wasn’t able to talk to her for the next six months.

One thing after another came up, keeping us apart.

However, once I learned of her address in South Carolina where she was enrolled in school, I sent her letters. So many fuckin’ letters.

I knew she wrote back, too.

The thing was, other than a few, I never got any.

And I had a feeling that Foster let his reach show there, too.

Fucking with federal mail was a crime.

However, if they couldn’t prove that you were fucking with it, was it still considered one?

Needless to say, Foster may have won the first battle, but he definitely hadn’t won the war.

CHAPTER 5

The sun is a douche.

-Text from Beckham to Trouper

BECKHAM

One year later

I didn’t know who was more excited. Me or the old lady that was getting her dog back after a six-month-long separation while she moved to the United States and her dog was too expensive to take with her.

I had a feeling it was me, but I wasn’t going to argue with her about that.

I practically danced on the tips of my toes as I waited for the plane to taxi to where he would be getting off that plane.

I had to buy a ticket to get to this point, but it would be worth it when I saw the look on his face.

When he saw me for the first time in a year.

When I laid eyes on him for the first time in just as long.

Finally, finally, the plane came into view.

I was left breathing hard as the people outside hurriedly started to hook things up to the walkway that would allow the passengers to deplane.



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