Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Jack & Coke (Uncertain Saint's MC, #2) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Lani Lynn Vale |
| Language: | English |
Lies Mig’s wife is a bitch. How else do you describe a woman that lies, cheats and steals to get what she wants? That’s exactly what happens when she traps him into a marriage he wants nothing to do with, saddling him with a kid that he knows doesn’t deserve to be in a world like his. He’s doing a pretty bang-up job at ignoring everything but his responsibilities as a DEA officer and a member of The Uncertain Saints MC. Then his neighbor knocks on his door, and everything he thought he knew is blown out the window. Deceit Annie teaches Mig that not every woman is out to get him. Her love for Mig stretches past what’s appropriate for two friends, and Annie soon straddles that invisible boundary between appropriate and inappropriate. Annie’s not a cheater, though. When she tries to say goodbye, Mig won’t let her leave, and soon the tiny town of Uncertain blows up with the news of Annie and Mig’s innocent friendship. Betrayal Matters of the heart are foreign to Mig, and it takes Annie being gutted for him to see the wrong he’s done. He waits too long, though, and Annie’s heart is broken. She wants it all, or she wants nothing. She can’t take anymore half-hearted attempts at being just friends. The heart wants what it wants, and it doesn’t take long for Mig to realize that. But just when Mig finally has it all in the palm of his hand, his life is ripped to shreds by a new player in the game, and it takes all of Annie’s love and devotion, as well as help from the men of The Uncertain Saint’s MC, to put Mig back together again. | |
| Books in Series: | Uncertain Saint's MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale |
| Books by Author: | Lani Lynn Vale Books |
Chapter 1
Don’t try to tell me that hungry is not an emotion. I feel that shit in my soul.
-Annie to Mig
Mig
I stepped out of my house, clad only in a pair of jeans and nothing else, and slowly started towards my neighbor’s house.
I’d been in the kitchen, taking a sip of some orange juice straight from the jug, when I’d looked over to see two black-clad figures entering the back of my neighbor’s house.
My neighbor that was a woman.
A very beautiful woman.
Instead of walking around to the back, I went to Annie’s window, the one that was directly across from mine, and slowly entered it.
Most people didn’t realize we kept our windows open since our houses were so close together.
Which was a good thing, too, since the intruders had thought it better to go through the back of the house instead of this easier to access window.
If they’d done that, I would’ve never seen them until it was too late…if at all.
The moment my feet touched down on Annie’s hardwood floor, I moved silently over to the bed where she slept soundly.
My hand covered her mouth, and she startled awake like a scalded cat.
She tried to scream behind my hand, but I moved onto the bed until I could flatten my body on top of hers.
The air left her lungs in a rush the moment I gave her all of my body weight.
“Shhh,” I said, barely audible against her ear. “It’s Mig. You’re okay.”
Annie immediately went limp.
“Where’s your dog?” I asked, removing my hand.
“In her cage,” she answered almost tonelessly.
As I listened to her, my heart started to pound for a completely different reason at feeling her soft body underneath mine.
“I’m going to go check your house. Call 911. Don’t speak. They’ll trace your call and dispatch units. Get off the bed and go to the corner of the room beside the dresser,” I pointed in the direction I wanted her to go.
She nodded against my chest. Reluctantly, I moved up and over the bed, finally stopping at the door.
With the utmost care, I opened the door and started to move down the hall.
I could hear the scuffle of feet now, but not much more than that.
Following the sounds to the living room, I paused at the corner of the mouth of the hall and aimed my gun at the uninvited guests.
“Freeze,” I said, menace leeching out of my steely voice.
The flashlights stopped bobbing around and both men froze.
“Put your hands behind your head and link your fingers,” I ordered.
They both complied.
I moved slowly to the side of them, keeping them in my line of sight, as I stopped in front of the light switch and hit the lights.
Both men, dressed in black, with their masks up around their foreheads, blinked at the suddenness of the light switching on.
I recognized the one on the left instantly.
He was Annie’s screw up ex-husband.
I’d met him at the diner in town when he’d tried to sit down at the booth that Annie had been occupying.
In her haste to get away from him, she’d bumped into me as I made my way to a table with my wife.
I’d caught her before she’d hit the ground, and immediately turned to put Annie at my back, allowing me to place my body in between her and her ex-husband.
He hadn’t liked that much, and I’d made a friend and an enemy all in one day.
My wife already hated the fact that I was a ‘protector’ by nature and had made sure to let me know she didn’t appreciate me having my hands on another woman. Regardless of the circumstances.
Annie had instantly liked me, extremely happy that she’d finally found a man she could count on.
And Mr. Autrey, Annie’s ex-husband, had made sure to harass me every chance he got.
“What are you doing in my wife’s house?” Ross Autrey snapped at me.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
“I could ask you the same thing,” I answered instead.
Ross narrowed his eyes at me, and I smirked.
“Go on,” I goaded, smiling congenially at him. “Try it. Make my day.”
Ross proved he wasn’t stupid.
The friend with him, however, proved he was.
He let his hands slowly slip from his head, and I laughed.
“Ross. How about you tell your friend how good of a shot I am,” I invited.
Ross turned his head in the direction of his friend, and shook his head, whispering frantically at him. “Don’t move, man. He’s gonna blow your head apart.”
The friend saw the error in his ways, luckily.
“Annie,” I called. “Tell the cops there are two intruders. One is your ex, and the other is…”
I looked at the man.
“Howard. Howard Ryan,” he replied grudgingly.
“You got that?” I called.
“Yes!” Annie called from the bedroom.
Hopefully she was still in her spot, but it sounded to me like she’d been closer than I wanted her to be right then.