Charge To My Line Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Heroes of Dixie Wardens MC #6)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
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The crowd laughed and Grayson shook his head.

I turned my head and whispered into Grayson’s ear. “You really did say that, didn’t you?”

He closed his eyes and laughed. “I’ll never tell.”

“Anyway, since my brother felt an obligation to make me the best man, I now feel an obligation to ask all the ladies in the room to give up their keys to Grayson’s house. They’re officially married, and I won’t have any women coming into his house. That’s disrespectful to Tru,” Ross continued.

Silence.

I just shook my head. That man just thought he was so fucking funny.

Then, I shit you not, every single fucking woman in the room, including my own goddamned sister, got up and placed key after key in front of Grayson.

Grayson sat stunned as what had to be a hundred keys sat on the table in front of him.

He looked like he’d been punched in the solar plexus.

“Thank you ladies, that was sweet of you.”

Grayson took the mic from his brother and shook his head. “Everybody, the comedian, my brother.”

The crowd roared in laughter.

“Anyway, thanks for that. Now we have Tru doubting the sanity of our line,” Grayson drawled.

Ross bowed once before taking his seat beside my mother, who drew him into a big hug.

Ross was a good fit to our family, and since the day Grayson and Ross finally met in person, they had formed a bond that would never be broken.

“Anyway, I’d like to thank you all for being here tonight. Please, enjoy the free booze. I, of course, know that my fellow Dixie Wardens MC will have no problem doing that, but don’t let them scare you off.” Grayson gave a few of the members a stern look, causing them to chuckle.

Looking into my eyes, he warmed my heart impossibly more.

“A year ago if you’d have asked me if I’d be here today, I’d have told you that you were nuts. Now, though, I couldn’t imagine my life without Tru in it. Her smile makes me want to get up in the morning. Or maybe it’s the way she shoves her cold feet between my thighs. Whatever the reason, I love the hell out of it, and I’d take a thousand cold feet next to my nuts if that’s what it took to keep her at my side.”

As the crowd laughed, he walked towards me and offered me his hand.

I took it and stood close to him as he spoke one final comment into the mic before setting it down and drawing me into his arms. "And absolutely, under no circumstances, are you allowed to have more than six cats. Ever."

I buried my face into his neck and laughed.

My husband was a fricking’ comedian.

Life went on. For people other than me, too.

I was preoccupied in my new world. The world that Grayson and I had created. It was an awesome world.

One where we were so blissfully unaware of things to come.

Chapter 22

Ice. Bank. Mice. Elf.

(Say it out loud)

-Text from Tru to Torren

Torren

Marriage-Month one.

“She’s driving me fucking insane,” I murmured, head falling back to rest on the pillow beside my wife.

My wife snorted, but continued to read the book that she hadn’t gotten more than a foot away from her face since I’d gotten in.

She was mad at me.

She knew that I knew it, too.

But the fact that she was mad at me for something so inconsequential really blew my mind.

I mean, seriously. It was a goddamned horse dog! Why the fuck did she want a dog so goddamned big?

But no, she wanted the dog. So we got the dog. And now she was locked up in the cage where I’d told Tru she had to stay while we were potty training her.

I’d stepped in a puddle of pee in my bare socks yesterday, which had been the final straw.

Not to mention the laces from my boots had been chewed off this morning as I’d laced them up to go to work on an engine at my shop.

The look Tru had sent me as I walked into the door later had been positively glacial.

I’d had a cage delivered from Trance while I was gone, which should do for the first couple of months or so. Not forever, but I didn’t plan on having her in there forever. Just until she learned how to piss and shit outside, which my wife didn’t seem to be understanding.

The dog continued to bark, but since I was used to annoying noises when I tried to sleep, I eventually did, much to the chagrin of my wife.

I woke to quiet sniffling, and rolled over to find Tru huddled in on herself, curled into a ball, crying as quietly as possible.

Reaching over, I pulled her limp body into my arms and cradled her against my chest, curling my body around hers as she wept.

“Why are you crying?” I asked quietly.

“My book was awful. The hero died,” she sniffled.

I blinked, surprised by that answer.

“Okay…I don’t really know what to say to that. Don’t read books by her anymore,” I offered a solution.

She sniffed. “It was beautiful. I’m glad I read it. Although, I don’t think I’ll read it again. I got very attached to the character, and he died of cancer before the book ended. Romances aren’t supposed to have bad endings like that.”

I wanted to roll my eyes and, instead, said nothing.

I was pretty sure she wouldn’t like me telling her she was being ridiculous.

“Grayson?” Tru asked after my eyes started to drift closed.

Keeping them closed, I grunted, “Hmm?”

She traced an imaginary circle on my skin with her finger before she finally broached what was really bothering her.

“Would you think less of me if I got cancer and decided to take a medication that helped assist in suicide?” She asked.

My heart froze in my chest, and all signs of sleep were drained from my body. Replacing it was terror.

Getting up on an elbow, I flipped the light on and stared into her eyes. “What’s really going on?”

She squinted at me, the bright light bothering her eyes.


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