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 grabbed my purse, and armed the new alarm, being very sure that I got the numbers correct, before I backed out of the house, locked the door with the key and hurried to the street where I’d parked my car.

Although there was parking in the back of the house, I liked parking out front because it gave me more opportunities to see Mig.

And yes, I realize that I have an unhealthy obsession with the man.

But a girl can fantasize!

It was literally a hundred and fifteen out, and no matter how many years I’d been dealing with this humid Texas heat, I’d never get used to it.

I followed Lenore’s directions to a T and found myself at a house that was about a hundred yards shy of the river.

The closer I got to the front door, the more nervous I became.

This didn’t look like a place to drink. This looked like someone’s house!

I pulled my phone out and called Lenore.

“Umm,” I said once she answered. “Where the hell am I?”

“You’re at The Uncertain Saints’ clubhouse,” Mig said from behind me.

I jumped and turned, and my heart started to pitter-patter.

This definitely wouldn’t work well with my whole ‘try to get over Mig’ plan.

***

Mig

I don’t really know what I expected out of this night.

Peace and quiet.

Time to chill and just be one with the world.

It was definitely supposed to be a much needed breather from my bitch of a wife.

What I didn’t think I’d see was the one woman that never failed to make my heart beat faster.

The one that I just couldn’t seem to stop thinking about.

And we were having an in-depth discussion with the whole fuckin’ club about why I didn’t like my wife.

“Why don’t you divorce her? I don’t understand why you put up with her if she did that to you,” Annie asked with confusion.

She was about two beers in, and I liked her this way.

She was chatty instead of nervous, and I found that this Annie was also fun to watch.

Not that I didn’t like her sober, but I liked how the alcohol loosened her up, and she didn’t hesitate to say what was on her mind.

I was lucky to get more than two sentences out of her on a normal day.

Which was why I was talking about this subject instead of shutting it down.

I wanted to talk to her.

“That’s because he has the morals of a damn preacher. His conscience won’t allow him to drop her like she deserves,” Peek offered from his position across the table. Peek was the president of our little motorcycle club, and a major pain in the ass sometimes.

Annie blinked.

“Why? I know she did something bad. You don’t get off on treating women badly. Yet every single woman you meet, you’re suspicious of,” Annie said.

I did do that.

But I couldn’t help it.

“When my father started to date after my mother and he split up, he’d bring every single one of his bitches home to meet me. And every one of them was nice as could be in front of my father, but the moment he left the room, they could care less about me.

“That continued for the rest of my childhood. Then I started dating, and women just kept proving to me over and over again how devious they are. I’ve yet to find one, besides the one I can’t have, that aren’t bitches,” I told her.

Annie’s eyebrows rose.

“You’re not calling me a deceptive, manipulative bitch, are you?” She teased.

I gave her back an eyebrow raise in return.

“I said ‘besides the one I can’t have.’ not being bitches. That’s you,” I told her.

She snorted. “I never said you couldn’t have me.”

My heart started to race.

“You know I can’t,” I said.

She shrugged.

“I guess I’ll settle for being your only female friend then,” she teased.

I snorted.

“You can come drink beer with us anytime you want,” I invited, gesturing to the table of my friends.

Peek and his wife, Alison. Griffin and his woman, Lenore. Wolf and his kid, who was currently sleeping in his room. Ridley and Casten. Even Apple, the prospect, wasn’t half bad.

We were a bunch of people that had become family out of necessity.

And I would trust each and every one of my brothers to have my back if I needed it.

And Annie was easily becoming one of the few women in the world I would trust.

“I don’t think I’ve ever actually heard why you and your wife got together. What’s the big deal?” Lenore asked with confusion.

I was surprised Griffin hadn’t shared.

It wasn’t a secret.

It just pissed me off to think about.

So I didn’t tell anyone if I didn’t have to.

Which luckily wasn’t often since my brothers were more than willing to tell it, like it was obvious that Wolf was ready to do.

“Jennifer came to one of our parties. We don’t have many, so when we do open them up to the public, quite a few people show up,” Wolf started. “This bitch must really have been jonesing for this party, because the moment she walked into the door, she locked her eyes on Mig.”


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