Levee (Golden Glades Henchmen MC #9) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC Tags Authors: Series: Golden Glades Henchmen MC Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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“Eddie is gonna drop over some dinner later,” he told me as I started to retreat.

All day with my kids. Some time alone to paint in peace. Dinner provided by Eddie. And a night, later, curled up in Levee’s arms?

I couldn’t think of anything more perfect.

Jade - 10 years

“Lily!” I called, rushing forward toward where she was standing beside Curtis on the sidewalk in front of the art gallery. “You look gorgeous,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her.

She did, too.

Moving up in life had genuinely agreed with her. Gone were the bags under her eyes and the twitchy way her eyes would always scan around back when we lived in the same building, always on the lookout for someone who might put her kids in danger.

Instead, there was an ease about her that came from moving to the suburbs in a lovely duplex with another couple next door who they quickly turned into their own extended family.

I didn’t get to see Lily and Curtis as much these days, given we’d both moved in opposite directions. And the kids were all old enough to not really want to spend any time with their “Aunt” Jade.

But just this once, we’d decided we all needed to reunite.

Not for my gallery showcase.

Oh, no.

This was for Terrance.

The kid who’d once drawn giant boobs on my whiteboard and protected me with a switchblade had been carefully working on his craft over the years, honing it, making it something truly remarkable.

Better, I thought, than me.

It had been years before that I’d decided I had to stop giving him lessons because he’d learned everything I could possibly teach him.

We’d stayed in touch, though.

And now, now it was time to celebrate his amazing hard work.

I’d pulled out all the stops, calling not only Lily and Curtis but Mrs. Jackson, her husband, their girls, Teddy, Zayn, the club, friends and work associates I’d gotten close with over the years. I wanted Terrance’s showcase to be successful beyond his wildest dreams. He certainly had the talent.

And I knew too well that sometimes, success was more about who you knew than anything else. Through Levee, I knew a lot of life-changing people. And now, I was happy to pass those connections on.

“And look at you. You’re ready to pop!” Lily said, reaching out to touch my belly.

I was.

My belly was so round that it felt comical. I was two days past my due date. But I’d made a deal with this baby that if it could just hold out until after the showcase, I would spend each day feeding him all of the ice cream he wanted.

“Hopefully, just a few more days,” I said.

“Well, now, you know you need to let me come over and get some baby snuggles on. We’re well beyond the baby thing now.”

“Anytime you want,” I agreed, thinking of how full circle this particular night felt. “So, you ready to go buy some lovely art?” I asked as Curtis reached for the door.

“Wait up!” Levee called, rushing toward us with Zayn just a step behind.

“Does Terrance do commissions?” Zayn asked. “Daniyal has a birthday coming up…”

Levee - 19 years

“I have a feeling this means I am maybe one year away from him declaring he is going to prospect the club,” Jade said, leaning her head against my shoulder as we watched our oldest back out of the driveway on the brand-new motorcycle he’d just bought himself.

“Nah,” I said, rubbing her hip. “We have at least five more years before that. No one prospects this young. Gotta get some life experience first. Besides, you love the club,” I reminded her.

“I do,” she agreed. “But I’ve also seen all the danger that has gone around for the past twenty years.”

That was fair. But we always came out on top.

“That one isn’t far behind,” she said as our second son came flying down the driveway on his skateboard.

He’d given into Jade’s demand that he wear a helmet, but refused to use any of the knee or elbow pads she’d bought for him. If a week went by when he wasn’t scratched up, bruised, or bleeding, it was a miracle. But he’d been that way since the day he started walking. A daredevil. Rough-around-the-edges, but with a good heart.

The third son, that was the one I felt was a bit more like me. Laid-back, allergic to hard work, but kind. Oh, and the damn kid also inherited my youthful aversion to cleaning his room. And it usually took me or Jade bitching at him to clean up the shit that started to get furry on the plates in his room to get them in the dishwasher.

Our only girl, though, she was all her mother. Soft, sweet, kind, artistic. Too good for this world.

“I’m just getting my suit, then I’m going to the club,” our son said, carrying his board under his arm as he went into the house.


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