Go to Hail Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Hail Raisers #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Erotic, Funny, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Hail Raisers Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
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Her smile was small, but there.

“Will you go check on him for me?” she pleaded.

I touched her cheek through the bars. “You bet.”

Her shoulders slumped. “Thank you, Mikey Mike.”

“Be good.” I winked at her and left, not stopping until I found the piece of shit that’d arrested her.

The FBI agent that was staring at me knowingly. As if he’d assumed that I’d be looking for him.

“That was a courtesy that won’t be offered again,” the man said.

I smiled. “Is it now?”

His eye twitched.

“Let me tell you something, Agent Arrogant.”

The agent’s eyes widened. “I know a lot of people. Good and bad. Hannah? She’s not a bad person.” He opened his mouth to say something, but I interrupted. “I know that you’re a good agent. I also know that you have the authority to charge her, which you won’t be doing.”

His mouth twitched in an almost smile. “I won’t?”

I shook my head. “No, you won’t. But you gotta make it look good, I understand.”

The agent’s eyebrows rose. “You do that. Keep her for a little while, make everyone think that she’s in a lot of trouble, but I also want you to be careful here. Your story’s known.”

The man’s eyes changed, but the rest of him didn’t.

“I know about the little girl you lost. In Sandy Hook. I know, and I won’t say anything.”

Wolf had called me the minute that he’d heard that this particular agent was here. He’d then given me all the details on him and then gave his two cents on the matter.

The agent swallowed, showing emotion now.

“And if I were you, I’d be really careful about what you do.”

We both knew what I meant.

School shooters that had the unfortunate luck to run into this agent normally had some bad stuff happen to them.

Bad stuff that left them little more than a shell.

As much as I was all right with this bitch who’d shot at my sister being a ‘shell,’ I was not okay with my sister going down because he’d fucked up and gotten a little too creative. Hannah wasn’t going down because this guy was on a revenge mission for every single school shooter that ever lived.

But I knew in the next instant that there wouldn’t be any misunderstandings between us because this agent had his shit together.

“I’ll be back to get her in a few hours. Try to make it before dinner so they don’t have to eat without her.”

The man nodded once. “Be back around four.”

And I left and didn’t look back.

***

Travis looked like shit.

He had bruising all over his chest, and it went all the way up to his neck and disappeared into his beard.

“You look like shit.”

Travis grunted, not opening his eyes as he did.

“She okay?” he rasped.

I stared at him and waited for him to look at me before I replied.

“For some unknown reason, she’s worried as hell about you.”

He made a sound under his breath. “Imagine that.”

I rolled my eyes. “So I hear that your ex-wife is in the room next door.”

That got his attention.

His eyes narrowed, and I swear, had the side rails been up on his bed—why they weren’t I quickly realized was because he’d have used them—then he’d have been up and out of that bed.

“Thanks a lot.”

I turned to find another of his brothers, Baylor, standing there.

“What?” I asked.

“Been keeping that secret for the last four hours. He’s hell on wheels wanting to get to Hannah, and then you have to go and mention that,” Baylor grunted.

I shrugged. “If it makes you feel better,” I returned my eyes to Travis, who was staring at me with an angry intensity I’d never seen in him before. “She has three armed guards, and your brother standing outside her room making sure she’s not going anywhere.”

Travis shook his head. “Not really.”

My lips quirked. “Hmm.”

He flipped me off. “Go get my girl. Then go take care of the girls.”

“Done and done,” I said. “Your mom has the girls, and Hannah’s getting out by four.”

“How do you know that?” Baylor asked before Travis could.

“I stopped by on the way here. Seems like you have a friend…one that is pretty good to have on your side if you ask me.”

Baylor looked at me with eyebrows raised.

“Wolf called,” I started, causing both Baylor and Travis to groan. “Said that this agent had a kid. Five and a little bit. Was lost in that school shooting a few years ago right before Christmas…remember?”

Baylor lost his scowl, and now he just looked sad.

“Could’ve been my girls.”

I looked over to where Travis, face white as the sheet he was lying on, was watching me intently.

I nodded. “But it wasn’t.”

He closed his eyes. “Thanks to Hannah.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Thanks to Hannah.”

Travis held out his hand. “Got a lot of things to thank you for.”

I took that hand being careful not to pull the IV that was sticking out of it and shook it.


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