Halligan To My Axe Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Heroes of Dixie Wardens MC #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
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I was surprised at the intensity in the other woman’s voice, and knew whatever I said now wouldn’t take away the hurt that the other woman had experienced, so I kept quiet.

Baylee, however, didn’t. She came out of that stall as if she’d be been ejected from a jet in a tailspin.

“You bi-witch! Do you have any idea how much your blasé attitude and general butch-ness turned Kettle off? He dated you at first because you were pretty. Then you had to go and whip out your dick to show him that yours was bigger than his. On top of that, you refused to even be around his friends and family. We’re not murderers and rapists. We all work for a living, just like you. I’m sorry you couldn’t handle that, but that’s no reason to take it out on his new girl that he’s head over heels in love with. Go take your bad attitude and suck it.”

“Oh, you think he’s actually going to keep it in his pants? I had it for a month, and the entire time he was fucking someone else. I’ve got friends, too. They wouldn’t lie to me.” She sneered.

“I think it’s time to grow up.” I said quietly. “You have a responsibility as an officer of the law to act properly in public, and cursing and snarling at me when I have a young child in my arms is not the way to go about it. Maybe, if you want to do this some other time where it’s not public, we can do that. Right now, however, you need to leave.”

Detective Hernandez glared at Baylee, and then me before turning and stalking out of the bathroom.

Baylee was still pissed, and she followed the woman, stomping and glaring at her back the entire way.

I followed more slowly behind the two since I had to grab the diaper bag Baylee had left behind, making sure to stay back just in case the detective decided to start something.

Kettle clocked us as soon as we’d exited the hallway that led to the bathrooms, scooting his chair back and standing.

Kettle was a big, intimidating man, and when someone like him stands up, and is pissed off on top of that, it draws attention.

The icing on the cake was that Baylee had gone to the table and started retelling what had happened, and I had one pissed off Kettle on my hands.

In an effort to stop conversation I knew he wanted to have, I rushed forward and blocked him in with my body, plopping down so he couldn’t go past me unless he crawled over me, which he wouldn’t do with Blaise securely in my arms.

He narrowed his eyes at me, but sat reluctantly.

I knew what I saw in his eyes, though.

I may have won the round, but at some point in the near future, he’d be having a conversation with Detective Hernandez, and it wouldn’t be ending well for her.

Chapter 9

Like I need a Christian Grey. I have a biker that wears bunker gear.

-Adeline’s text to Baylee

Kettle

“Oh, my God. I can’t feel my legs.” Adeline groaned as she fell back onto the bed.

I laughed at her and started stripping out of my dirty clothes.

No matter how long you rode, you always had to deal with the fallout of not having a windshield, and that was bugs. I hated bugs. They covered my riding clothes.

Giggling from the bed had me look over towards Adeline. “What?” I asked.

“Did you see Sebastian’s face when Baylee brought out his new helmet? I thought he was going to die of disgust.” She snickered.

Louisiana law requires motorcyclists to wear helmets; yet, in the years that I’d known Sebastian, not once had I ever seen him with a helmet, until today.

He’d begrudgingly put it on, and Baylee had smiled widely at her husband before putting on her own matching helmet.

“Did he just not like the helmet? I thought it was awesome!” Adeline crowed.

The helmet she was talking about was one that had Batman ears on top.

In truth, the helmet was an ingenious invention that allowed you to see your rearview without turning completely around to look. I’d have to look into getting one in the near future. Sans Batman ears, that is.

When I had about half a grand to drop on a helmet at least.

“It was pretty awesome. It’d have to be, and Baylee knew that; otherwise he wouldn’t have worn it. I’m sure it didn’t hurt that he could hear Baylee’s voice in his ear the whole way, either.” I noted.

“He doesn’t normally wear one?” Adeline asked in alarm.

That was about the same reaction all the women had when it came to a man not wearing a helmet. For some reason, when they saw us without it, every single horrible thing that could go wrong started playing through their subconscious like a movie, enlightening them on what could happen.

I’d always worn one. I’d grown up on dirt bikes, and it was second nature to put on a helmet. Just like it was second nature to snap on my seatbelt after I got into a car.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “He’s never worn one before. Doesn’t like them, but Baylee’s been on him for a long time about wearing one. He said she wouldn’t ever get him in one. So you saw a miracle today when he put it on without hesitating.”

“Well that makes me happy. Dad’s best friend died in a motorcycle crash. I don’t know if he would’ve survived if he’d been wearing a helmet, but he might have had a fighting chance. He was just driving to the store that was just a street down from his place. He left behind a wife and three kids who were devastated.”

I had my fair share of motorcycle horror stories, too.

Ones I hated thinking about, so I changed the subject.

“What did you think of your first run?” I asked, dropping down beside her on the bed to take off my boots, and then tossing them to the corner of the room.



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