I’m Only Here for the Beard Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Funny, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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Big Papa, Tommy Tom, and Jessie James had already eased out onto the road, fully expecting us to catch up.

And we did.

Chapter 7

A good thing about water is that you can drink it at work. A good thing about Vodka is that it looks like water.

-Sean’s secret thoughts

Sean

We would have stayed caught up, too, had another biker that was one of three on our ass, trying to catch up like the rest of us, not lost control and run head first into a guardrail.

My immediate reaction was to stop, but pieces of the man’s bike were flying everywhere.

Debris exploded, the majority of the bike vaulted down the guardrail, and it took everything I had not to wreck myself.

I knew Naomi was scared.

I was bobbing, weaving, and sliding my way like Aaron was beside me.

Naomi’s hands tightened on my waist, and I felt her head curl in low on my back as she pasted herself to my body.

Good girl, I thought.

The bike slowed as I maneuvered around a tailpipe and the handlebars, wrapped around each other like they’d always been so, and I finally placed my feet on the ground near the edge of the road.

Aaron followed suit beside me.

I looked at him, trying to get my heart rate under control, and stared.

He was just as shaken as me. Imogen was plastered to his back much like Naomi was to mine.

“My God,” Naomi breathed, then scrambled off of the bike behind me.

I followed suit and started running, even though I knew what I’d see.

Pieces of the man’s bike were everywhere.

And so was blood.

And other things.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

The ‘other things’ were what worried me. That could’ve just as easily been me.

I’d seen the oil slick on the road. I’d avoided it, just like Aaron had. But, just like everything else, it was the luck of the draw.

But worrying did me no good, so I boxed it up and compartmentalized it, instead focusing on the fact that there was an emergency scene in front of me, and we were on a blind curve that offered almost zero visibility until you’d already partially rounded the curve.

“Aaron, head on up there and…”

He was already on it, moving up the street at a jog.

Trusting my brother, I turned to find Naomi dropping down to a knee beside what was the biggest part of what was left of the body.

And there sadly wasn’t much.

“Dead,” she murmured as I approached.

“Oh, my God! Wood!” a woman cried, jumping off of another bike and running toward the scene.

Another biker caught her, one from another unofficial club, Hail House, and kept her from moving into the debris.

He looked at me and I shook my head.

“Wounds incompatible with life,” I murmured, filling in the blank.

His face looked ravaged.

It was then I saw the cut, laying by itself, in the middle of the road.

How it’d gotten off, I didn’t know. Accidents were so unpredictable, though.

Panic and adrenaline were a dangerous combination for a motorcycle driver. Even the most experienced rider might do things that they wouldn’t have normally done. Or they might not do something that they would have, such as avoiding the pieces of wreckage like I’d done.

Sirens sounded in the distance, along with motorcycle pipes.

I knew who was coming back before I had visual proof.

My father had a sixth sense when it came to me. He always had.

When I was in trouble, he would know.

One time in high school, I’d gotten the grand idea to go joyriding in my father’s ’69 Mustang. It was a lot of power in a small package, and of course, being the dumb sixteen-year-old I’d been, I’d thought I could handle it.

Turned out that I couldn’t, and I’d wrecked it spectacularly.

My father had felt that something was wrong and was already headed in my direction.

He showed up in time to help me out of the car.

And about a minute and a half later, the car blew up.

Then the cops showed.

If he had not shown up when he had, my father would’ve lost his son.

And I felt terrible.

Now, watching him wind the curve, I realized that he was just as worried now as he was back then, almost twenty odd years ago.

His face took in the wreckage, and I saw the moment that terrible feeling crossed his face. He thought it was me who crashed.

I stood up from the crouching position I had been in when I was checking the man’s vest, and I immediately waved at my father.

His eyes snapped to me, and I actually saw the relief come over him.

Tommy Tom was the next one to round the curve, followed shortly by Jessie James and Fender.

Jessie James looked just as relieved to see me as my father, and I wondered why.

“Should we do anything else?” Naomi captured my attention.

I looked down at her, studied her pale face, and shook my head.



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