Michael – The Hawthornes (The Aces’ Sons #9) Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: The Aces' Sons Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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We were silent as we parked and got out of the car. Stomping back to Rhett’s door, I refused to even glance at the tires. I knew they were fine.

“Fuck,” Rhett said as I got him out of the car.

“You ready for some pancakes?” I asked, trying to distract him from the fun new word.

“Yes.”

“With syrup?” I poked him in the side.

“Yes.” Then a few seconds later, “Fuck.”

“Why you gotta be so smart, huh?” I asked, rolling my eyes. Maybe I should’ve warned Michael that I never really swore in front of Rhett for this exact reason. He copied everything.

I closed the car door and found Michael crouched by my front tire with a penny between his thumb and pointer finger, measuring the tread of my tires.

“Are you serious right now?”

“I’m right,” he countered, gesturing to where he held the penny. “You need new ones.”

“Jesus, Michael,” I whispered, pulling Rhett’s head against my shoulder and covering his ear with my hand. “Read the fucking room. Where am I going to get money for a new set of tires?”

Michael’s expression changed from smug to understanding in less than a heartbeat as he rose to his feet.

“Can we get some breakfast?” I asked, letting Rhett raise his head back up. “Rhett’s starving.”

“Hungry,” Rhett agreed.

“Yeah,” Michael replied, waving us past him. “Let’s get some breakfast.”

Straightening my shoulders, I stomped toward the restaurant. I was embarrassed that I’d mentioned that I couldn’t afford new tires, but the truth was the truth. It wasn’t like Rhett and I were completely destitute or anything like that, but until I found a job and started bringing some cash in, I had to hold back from any big purchases. It was just plain luck that nothing expensive had gone wrong yet.

“I can get you some tires,” Michael said in my ear as he opened the door for us.

“I don’t want you to buy me tires,” I countered, my voice quiet as I slid past him.

“Tough.”

“Micky Hawthorne,” the hostess said with a smile, coming around the front of her little podium. “I haven’t seen you in months!”

“Hey, Nova,” Michael said, stepping around Rhett and me so he could give the girl a hug.

My stomach dropped as he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground, swinging her a little from side to side.

“Who’s this?” she asked, still smiling when he set her down.

“Oh, this is Emilia,” Michael said, gesturing toward me. “And our son, Rhett.”

“Your what, now?” she sputtered, her mouth dropping open.

Michael reached up and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “My son.”

Nova’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times before she realized that she was standing there gaping like a fish and changed her expression. “It’s nice to meet you, Emilia and Rhett,” she said with an awkward smile.

I smiled back and nodded as Rhett watched her silently.

“So, uh, table for three, right?” Nova asked, going back behind her podium to grab menus. “Come on back.”

“You still workin’ at the craft store?” Michael asked as we followed Nova to our table.

“Yep,” she chirped, smiling at him over her shoulder.

I followed with Rhett a couple steps behind Michael, my stomach in knots.

“Both places then,” Michael said. “Damn, girl. When do you sleep?”

“I’m picking up extra shifts whenever I have a spare minute. Sleep is for the old and the dead,” Nova joked. “I’m hustling.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“Here’s your table,” she said, setting our menus down. “I’ll go see if I can get some crayons so Rhett can color while you guys wait for your food.”

“Thank you,” I replied, setting Rhett on my side of the booth. He crawled across the seat, going for the little sugar packets on the table. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Nova giving Mick’s forearm a squeeze as she walked away.

“Nova, huh?” I asked casually as I sat down. “She seems nice.”

“She is,” Michael replied, handing me a menu.

“Is she our age?”

“Few years younger.”

“I don’t remember her.”

Michael put his menu down and looked at me. “She went to a different high school.”

“Huh,” I mused.

“She actually went to a private school. On scholarship.”

“It didn’t seem to do her much good,” I mumbled, glancing around the diner. I don’t know why I said it. It was snarky and rude and just plain shitty.

“Don’t know about that,” Mick replied. “She’s got a job.”

I jerked back in surprise.

“I’ll find a job,” I repeated quietly, my skin tingling like at any moment it was going to burst into flames. “We just got here.”

“I know.” Michael sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Look, she works her ass off, alright? Not sure why the hell you’d look down on her for that.”

“I’m not looking down on anyone,” I argued, frozen in place.

“Sure you weren’t,” he replied tiredly, picking his menu back up.



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