Valen (Henchmen MC Next Generation #6) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Angst, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Henchmen MC Next Generation Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
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“But Abigail—“

“Probably feels guilty that you got shot. All this guilt. It’s a waste of fucking time and energy. The only people who should be feeling guilty are the assholes who did this. So no more guilt. What we can do now is hope, right? And heal up.”

With that, Danny climbed out of the car, and there was Valen again.

“Come on. A couple dozen more steps,” Valen encouraged me, reaching for my hand so I didn’t have to scoot so much, letting him take some of my weight as I climbed out of the SUV.

We took a short pause at the bar because Voss had climbed behind it, fixing me a drink and handing me a pill.

“Don’t argue,” Valen demanded.

“I wasn’t going to,” I told him, tossing the pill and chasing it with the whiskey, enjoying the little burn it provided. “Have you ever been shot?” I asked, finding myself unable to stop the question.

“Me or him?” Voss asked, since I was looking more in his direction than Valen.

“Both. Either.”

“I have,” Voss said, nodding. “A few times.”

“A few times? Christ, dude, how awful are you that you make that many enemies?” I asked, getting what I imagined was a rare smile out of him.

“Tend to rub people the wrong way,” he said, shrugging it off.

And, yeah, there was definitely some truth to that. His and Dezi’s animosity was a prime example. Even though there didn’t seem to be any real root to it. They just rubbed each other the wrong way.

“I haven’t been,” Valen admitted. “Been stabbed and beaten to high hell plenty, but haven’t gotten myself any bullet wounds. Did pull one out of Voss’s shoulder once, though. So I know a thing or two about how to help yours heal right. Which means you need to stop fucking moving around, and go lie down.”

His comment should have rubbed me the wrong way. I hated being told what to do. I always had, even as a kid, but that grew stronger as I got older. Especially toward the male population.

But when Valen got a little bossy?

Especially when it was coming out of a place of concern?

Yeah, it was way hotter than it had any right to be.

“You’re going to have to take the lower bunk for a while,” he added. “Think your stubborn ass can handle that?” he added as he started to nudge me forward.

I could have sworn Voss mumbled something at Valen then, but it was too low and gravelly for me to make it out.

“What was that?” I asked as Valen followed my painfully slow pace as we made our way to the prospect room.

“Nothing,” Valen insisted. “Just reminding me of something before he heads back over there,” he said, reaching past me to open up the door.

“There’s nothing wrong with my arms,” I reminded him, even if I was actually charmed by the gesture.

“For fuck’s sake, Lulu, let me be the good guy just this once, okay?”

“That must be a hard role for you to play,” I grumbled, hating myself a little for it, but sometimes there was no stopping the old bitterness from seeping out.

Valen, uncharacteristically, let it slide. Probably because I was hurt. And because I’d let down my guard enough to cry on him.

“That pill should kick in about forty minutes from now,” Valen said as he reached up to my bunk, pulling down my pillows and blankets. “Which, I imagine, is going to feel like forever,” he went on, putting all my stuff into place. He even went and found my phone charger and wound the cord through the wire headboard, so it would rest right in front of me. “You need to call your parents,” he told me.

The sound that came out of me then was hard to explain. A groan and a grumble mixed into one.

“They might not be as well-connected anymore as some of the other people in town, but you know they are going to hear about it sooner or later. And they will be pissed they didn’t get the information from you.”

That was true.

My dad was nothing if not overprotective.

My mom was a little bit more… go with the flow when it came to me and what I did with my life. But, yeah, she was still a mom. And her daughter getting shot was not going to be something she shrugged off.

“I know,” I said, sighing as I pulled out my phone and plugged it in. “I will. As soon as…” He was gone. “As soon as the meds start to kick in. It doesn’t seem like the cops got called, so my dad wouldn’t have heard about it from his police… acquaintances.”

It would have been wrong to call the cops his buddies. Granted, he’d been working for the NBPD as a Cyber Crimes Expert Consultant since well before I was even born, but my dad just wasn’t really someone who made friends easily. And, you know, he hadn’t exactly retired from his other business when he first started working there, so he didn’t want anyone to get to know him too well and risk them figuring out any of his secrets.



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