Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC #7) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, MC, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Battle Crows MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 64910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
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Or, more importantly, walked home. Because Mimi left me there to find my own way back. Yet again, that was something that I was trying not to think too far into or about, because if I did, I would admit that something had changed in Mimi the day that I’d gone missing. And the subsequent days that it’d taken me to be found, and then recover.

“They think the judge had a heart attack or something,” Shine explained. “Weren’t you there?”

Goddammit. The luck that this psycho motherfucker had…

I shook my head and groaned. “I was… but I left when I heard the verdict.”

“Well, nothing’s finished yet. The judge didn’t say where and what was going to happen. They’re reconvening next week if the judge is better. I’m not sure what that means if he’s not.”

My head spun.

Goddamn, did that man just have really goddamn good luck or what?

“So Amon is free for a few more nights,” I surmised.

“Yes,” Shine snorted. “I’ll bet he’s smug as a bug in a rug.”

“I think that euphemism is supposed to be ‘snug’ not smug.” I chuckled.

But the humor in the saying didn’t stay with me for long.

“Goddammit,” I grumbled. “That man should’ve been given the electric chair.”

“They stopped using the electric chair years ago, bro,” Shine said, sounding just as pissed as me. “You okay?”

Was I okay?

No, the fuck, I wasn’t.

In fact, I was pissed as hell.

“No,” I admitted. “I’m not.”

And I wasn’t. I was so far from okay that it was honestly quite scary to think about.

My life, or what I’d thought was my life, was in shambles. Mimi—though we’d fought before—had never shown me this new side of her. And I wasn’t sure that I liked it.

Not to mention, everyone looked at me differently now. As if I would break at any second.

“Keep your head on straight,” he urged.

Then he was gone.

And, since Mimi wasn’t at my place because she was still mad at me, I found myself getting the keys to the bike and heading out the door.

I never meant to go where I went.

Honestly, it was the last damn place that I should’ve gone.

Yet… I went anyway.

And wouldn’t you know. When I looked across the street… there he was, sitting in his special room, looking out at the world as if he didn’t have a care in his pretty little face.

They’d deemed him a flight risk.

So, since he was out on bail, they’d so nicely provided him with a security detail.

That security detail was drinking coffee and eating, meaning they weren’t paying attention at all to the man that was watching him.

He watched them for a while before disappearing out of his window.

Then there he was, on the side of the house, grinning that soulless grin.

He turned and started walking, and that’s when I saw a girl ahead.

I cursed and started following, keeping far enough back that I didn’t get made.

“Why are you running?” he called ahead.

The girl that’d been there before was now gone. The last I saw of her was her blonde hair as it streaked away through the woods.

I followed him all through town, winding through alleys, and farther into another copse of trees that were on the opposite side of town from where we’d been previously—not that it was hard to get through a town as small as Intercourse.

All the time that I was moving behind him, he never once looked back to see if he had a tail.

Which was lucky for me because I caught him before he could follow another unsuspecting girl.

“Amon,” I chided. “What are you doing?”

Amon whirled and turned, surprised to find me directly behind him.

“What are you doing?” he asked in return.

“Obviously the police’s job,” I grumbled. “Some escort you have. What were you out here doing?”

I knew exactly what he was doing.

I might’ve sounded calm, cool, and collected, but I wasn’t. Far from it, to be honest.

“One for the road.” He smiled at me.

That’s when I snapped.

I punched him in the throat as hard as I could.

He went down to the ground, clutching his throat, likely wheezing in through a crushed windpipe.

Did that change anything that I did next?

No.

Or… it wouldn’t have.

I was rearing back my foot to kick him in the face, because all of a sudden I was so full of rage that it needed to come out in any way possible, when she was just there.

To say that we were surprised to see each other would be an understatement.

It took half a second.

I looked at her after she was done stabbing Amon in the chest, right through his heart, and couldn’t help the kindred spirit vibe that I felt with the scared waif.

“You got prints on that knife?” I asked suddenly.

I’d learned a few things a time or two.

One, you never pull a knife out of a body unless you wanted blood to come pouring out.



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