Jack & Coke Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Uncertain Saint’s MC #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Uncertain Saint's MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
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I was a DEA agent stationed in Uncertain, Texas.

The Caddo River was also the reason I was here as an agent.

Caddo was a hotbed of drug and firearm transport activity.

After about four major busts within two weeks of each other, the DEA opened a satellite office in the little town of Uncertain.

The DEA and the Texas Rangers were on a joint task force that was commissioned to combat the drug and firearm trade that was taking over this small town. Although it’d slowed down since we’d started it, there was still a lot of work to do.

Movement in my peripheral vision had me turning in time to see Griffin, a fellow member of the Uncertain Saints, as well as one of the Texas Rangers on the joint taskforce, walking toward me.

“See you’re in that cage instead of on your bike,” Griffin said, swinging his leg over his bike to dismount.

“My boss got upset with me that I had a ‘perfectly good company vehicle’ that I wasn’t using,” I answered as we both walked around to the back of the diner.

“You know about the chainsaw wielder?” I asked.

Griffin nodded. “Heard it on my scanner,” he said, indicating the portable radio on his belt.

When he was on his bike, he had to take the portable radio since it didn’t have a scanner like his company-issued vehicle did.

Something I did as well when I was on my bike.

I took the issued vehicle every couple of days to make my boss think I was using it.

Mostly I hated it, and usually tried to take my bike since riding in a cage made me feel closed in and claustrophobic.

See, I was an adrenaline junkie, and nothing gave me more of a rush than flying a F-16 through the sky at Mach 2.

The closest I could get to that feeling was riding my bike at over a hundred miles an hour. Sure, it wasn’t fifteen hundred miles an hour like I could do in the air, but it was nothing to sneeze at either.

I nodded, and we both made our way into the back door of the diner that led into the kitchen.

“You’re gonna go get him, right?” Elton, the cook for the diner, asked.

I nodded and pushed the kitchen door open slightly to see what was going on, and froze.

A familiar woman with dark brown hair, a very distinctive tattoo on her shoulder, from collarbone to elbow, of a peacock, and a look of death in her eyes, reared back and slammed the napkin holder over the man wielding the chainsaw’s head.

The chainsaw dropped to the floor with a clatter, sputtering for a short time before the engine finally died.

The diner was completely silent as the man who’d had the chainsaw in his hands turned around with a look of rage in his eyes.

“Freeze,” I said to the man as he reared back his hand to strike out at Annie.

Annie didn’t look scared in the least as she backed away from the man whose fist was still raised.

And then even further until her back was against the counter

I wanted to reach out and touch her.

My hands practically burned with the urge, but I didn’t.

Instead, I moved around the counter and placed my body in front of hers, protecting her from another man that wanted to do her harm for the second time in less than twenty-four hours.

“Put your hands behind your head,” I ordered.

I sounded like a fuckin’ broken record.

First this morning, then this afternoon.

The chainsaw wielder raised his hands part of the way up, albeit very reluctantly.

“Turn the fuck around and put your hands on your fuckin’ head!”

Obviously, he wasn’t moving fast enough for Griffin’s liking, because at Griffin’s shouted order, the man jumped, turned and placed his hands all the way on top of his head.

Griffin had him cuffed in seconds, and I finally replaced my weapon in the holster under my arm.

“Nice swing,” I said, tossing that comment over my shoulder at Annie.

Annie’s brilliant smile lit up the fuckin’ room.

“My father taught me everything I know,” she responded cheekily.

I winked at her and turned around, addressing Francine behind the counter.

“Can you make me and Griffin a burger and fries to go?” I asked her.

She blinked, then nodded slowly.

She was one of the oldest waitresses I’d ever seen, but she was damn fine at her job.

She reminded me a lot of my grandmother, and I couldn’t wait to introduce my Nonnie to her.

They’d get along famously.

I’d been stationed in Uncertain, Texas for a while now, and not once had I convinced her to come down.

“As soon as you get yourself a fine woman, I’ll come,” was always my Nonnie’s answer.

My Nonnie had yet to meet my wife, and I hoped she never had to.

I planned on taking our child up to visit Nonnie and my mother the week he or she was born.



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