Hail No Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Hail Raisers #1)

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, Funny, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Hail Raisers Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
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Not with the way he allowed his kid to treat my sister like a total piece of trash who wasn’t good enough to make him food, let alone spend time in his house while his father was away at work.

Seriously, there was one person in this world who I’d do anything for—had done anything for—and that was my sister.

Sure, she never returned the favor, but I was her big brother. And no matter what she did and how she treated me, she’d always be my little sister.

If she wanted me to take her punk step-kid to the baseball park for practice, then I’d fuckin’ do it. But I sure the fuck wouldn’t enjoy it.

“I have an abandoned car for you to pick up,” came the annoyed voice of the woman who worked in dispatch. “I tried to call the towing side, but they’re all busy at a wreck on the interstate.”

I sighed. “I’ll pick it up, but I won’t be delivering it to the yard until tomorrow morning. I have a baseball practice at six I have to take a kid to and that’s in less than an hour.”

“Thanks,” Cindy’s said, and then she hung up.

Rolling my eyes at the way she spent as little time talking to me as possible, I started the truck and pulled out of the grocery parking lot.

Guess those would be waiting until tomorrow, just like the rest of the fencing I’d yet to pick up from the feed store.

But, I had a busy life, and busy meant I couldn’t get myself into trouble, thank God.

Hence the reason I didn’t complain to Cindy like I would’ve done four years ago.

I didn’t work for the towing side of the business, and she damn well knew it.

There were multiple people that she could’ve called, one of those being the motherfucker on call for the towing side, yet she’d called me.

That was likely more due to the fact that she was still irrationally angry with me for ‘dumping’ her.

I hadn’t dumped her, though.

I’d gone to prison.

Sure, I guess I could’ve stayed with her, but no woman needed to wait four years on a man who was in jail.

Although, now that I had time to think about it, I knew that her loyalty hadn’t been that great. It’d taken her all of a month to move on, thanks to the fact that she’d had what was left of my last paycheck to live on before she made any drastic decisions.

Not that we’d have made it much longer had I not gone to prison.

Cindy was a good girl, but she was too clingy.

Even now she called with some bullshit excuses just to see what I was doing even though I hadn’t had to answer to her in well over four years.

Grumbling to myself, I turned down the street that was indicated to have an abandoned truck on it, and started to cruise down the road, hoping to find the truck and get it loaded up quickly before I had to be at the baseball practice.

After another two minutes of driving, I rounded a corner to find a familiar Ford sitting there, almost mocking me.

I hadn’t been able to get the woman out of my thoughts since I’d seen her at the feed store.

Then when we’d sat next to each other at Maple’s, that’d just been the icing on the cake.

Now, two days later, I was looking at her truck without her in it, and I started to get a really bad feeling about it.

I pulled over to the side of the road, directly in front of her truck so that we were nose to nose, and hopped out, my eyes scanning the immediate area.

What was her name? I hadn’t actually thought to get it, and now more than ever I was kicking myself for that.

“Hey, girl!” I yelled out. “Are you okay?”

Hey girl? What was I, ten?

I called out again and again, until I finally started to think I was going to have to tow her truck because she wasn’t actually there, but before I could head back to my own, branches snapped somewhere in the distance, drawing my eye.

I turned to face the woman as she came out of the woods.

She looked different.

Less put together, maybe.

When I’d seen her the day before, she’d been wearing these ridiculously tight leggings, a black t-shirt, and rain boots with chickens on them.

She’d looked fucking adorable with her hair up, and her face sun kissed. It was as if she’d just come in from a hard day of working outside. She even had a slight sheen of sweat on her face.

Today she was in something that was more formal. Black dress pants, a blue silk shirt, and low-slung heels.

Today, though, her smile—the one thing that’d drawn me in despite not wanting to be immersed in anything that had to do with a woman ever again—was missing.



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