Flash Point Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Kilgore Fire, #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Kilgore Fire Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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I looked over at our parents as they planned our wedding already and smiled.

“We did good, big boy,” I said.

“Yeah, we did good,” he agreed.

“Next year we might have a baby,” I whispered, nerves making my belly swim.

“You can count on that,” he teased roughly against my throat.

My insides tightened, and I found myself quite excited about the future.

Next year would be completely different, and I couldn’t wait to experience it.

Chapter 19

Beware of old men in a profession where they usually die young.

-Fact of Life

Masen

“Do you mind if we stop by to get my mail?” I asked Mia. “I’ve got to cash the check I’m expecting back from my credit card company for overpaying them.”

“No problem,” she agreed. “But it would be better for me if you dropped me off with Tai for a few minutes so I could see him. He’s going to be on shift for forty-eight hours, and I want to say hi before he has to go into work.”

I nodded.

Tai and Mia lived on the way to my parents’ house, and I had pass the street that they lived on to get to where I was going anyway.

“What was up with them all having to pull a double shift, anyway?” I asked, stopping at the stoplight and waiting for it to turn green.

“A man on A-shift got married yesterday, and the entire shift requested a day off,” Mia explained.

“Oh,” I said. “Well, I guess I’m going to be requiring the same thing soon, huh?” I said thoughtfully.

“Exactly,” Mia replied. “I still can’t believe you’re getting married.”

I grinned at her.

“What I can’t believe is that we’re going to do this before we go to work in the morning,” I grumbled as I pulled into traffic. “What the hell are we thinking?”

Mia giggled and turned her face to study the landscape.

“We do this every year. This year’s no different,” she pointed out. “You should just be happy that we had Thanksgiving off, or we really would’ve been dead.”

No doubt about that.

Mia and I had requested it off, even though we were sure we wouldn’t be getting it since we were so new at the hospital.

However, we were surprised to find out that we did, indeed, get the day off.

Normally we rolled into Thanksgiving about two hours after it’d already started.

Last year it was me going to the retirement home and eating cold dessert with Grammy.

This year was much more fun.

The drive to Mia’s house was harrowing at best, the Black Friday shoppers going strong at five minutes past six in the morning, and I drove as cautiously as I could with all the traffic.

“Just drop me off right here,” she pointed. “And if he comes out here, don’t tell him how much I bought. Tell him it’s all yours.”

My eyes flicked to the back of the truck that was housing over thirty bags of shit, belonging only to her.

Mine we’d already dropped off at my place where I’d changed for work. Mia had come already wearing her work clothes, which was what I should’ve done.

“He’s never going to believe that all that baby crap is mine,” I informed her, smiling as I did.

She shrugged. “He doesn’t have to know, though. Plausible deniability and all that jazz.”

I watched the door, but Tai never came out.

“Are you sure he’s here?” I asked.

She nodded and pointed to the truck still in the driveway.

“He hasn’t left yet.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll load some of it up into your car really quick if he doesn’t come out. He’ll never have to know.”

Her eyes lit and she gave me a thumb’s up. “Good idea!”

She hurried quickly to the door, and her luck stayed with her as she made it inside without him coming outside.

After she disappeared into her house, I loaded about half the bags, i.e. the ones I could reach without actually getting into the truck, into Mia’s backseat.

After locking the doors, I got into the truck and hurried over to my parents’ house.

I didn’t notice a thing out of place as I drove down the street.

Not the car parked outside our house. Not the man standing beside the car with a black bat wrapped in black electrical tape. And not even the way he glared at me as I came.

I was pulling into the driveway when I finally became aware of what exactly was going on, and by the time I realized that I should’ve paid more attention, I was already being pulled out of the truck and hit repeatedly with the bat.

Over and over, blow after blow, reigned down upon me.

“Where are my letters, you stupid cunt?” The man’s garbled scream came from behind his mask.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t look up, and couldn’t seem to make my body follow my mind’s directions.

Instead, I just laid there, hands covering my head, as I took the beating.


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