Rusty Nail Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Uncertain Saint’s MC #6)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Funny, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Uncertain Saint's MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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After we separated, I found myself with a woman who looked like she was trying to crawl into herself.

“Ma’am,” I cleared my throat. “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

The simple act of coming up behind her made her jolt in her seat and practically throw herself onto the floor to get away from me.

Knowing that I wouldn’t get a damn thing out of her if she was that scared of me, I backed up and put about five feet in between us.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Wolf?” someone called.

I turned and found a female sheriff’s deputy calling my name, and a smiling Hannah beside her.

“What are you doing here?” I asked her as I moved away from the woman and toward the other two.

“They asked any available medical professionals that had any triage knowledge to volunteer to come out here. Me and a couple of other women from the hospital came to help. Where do you want me?” she asked.

I turned to look at the room at large.

There was no way in hell that I was going to just let her go wherever the hell she wanted to go, and then my eyes lit on Travis who’d done his level best to stay the hell away from me throughout the entire ordeal.

An all-available-personnel had been sent out to the towns that surrounded Uncertain, and any and all help that was available had come. Since Travis was a reserve police officer two towns over, he came.

He didn’t like that it was me that he came for, though, and he’d made known that he wanted nothing to do with me.

So he’d given me a wide berth, and I’d let him have it.

I’d trust him with Hannah’s life, though, and since all of my brothers were busy, he’d be the next best thing as an extension of me. The female officer wasn’t a good fit either; she was needed to keep some of the women calm—like the scared chick who I’d tried to approach earlier.

“Come with me,” I said to Hannah, nodding my head at the deputy in thanks. “I have someone that’ll watch over you while you work.”

My mind, however, was on a few people who, suspiciously, weren’t here.

Like Agent Josh fucking Fry, who I knew for a fact was in the fucking area.

How fucking convenient.

“Who are you making my babysitter?” Hannah asked with mirth-filled eyes, taking me away from my contemplations.

I looked at her, then back over to Travis, who saw me coming and stiffened.

His eyes flicked over to Hannah—and surprise—he liked what he saw.

That made me want to laugh.

Travis was a chick hater like Mig used to be—only worse.

He despised all women, but his sister and Raven, since I’d known him.

I’d never been let in on why exactly he was such a prick to anything with a vagina, but knowing that Hannah affected him in some way really had me choking back a comical laugh at the situation.

Fucker deserved to have a woman upset his tidy little world—and it made me fucking happy as hell that Hannah was the one who got that kind of reaction out of him.

“Travis,” I said, stopping a few feet in front of him. “This is Hannah, she’s one of my good friends who is here to help ascertain if any of these ladies are in need of medical attention. Hannah, this is Travis Hail. Do either one of you need anything from me?”

A shake of both of their heads had me grinning as I turned and walked away, my belly smarting as I turned wrong.

I’d been looked over by a paramedic earlier and had seven pellets removed from my belly. All of them were less than a quarter inch into my skin. After getting a dose of antibiotics and my wounds cleaned, I was sent on my way.

That didn’t mean that it didn’t still hurt like fuck.

“Yo,” Peek called as I made my way back to the woman I was going to question before Hannah showed up.

Stopping, I turned in the direction of where Peek was. A woman was at his side, holding her arm across her chest as if she were trying to keep as much distance in between us as she could and still appear as if she was cooperating.

“What’s up?” I asked him once I arrived.

Peek’s eyes caught mine and something inside of me came to attention.

He didn’t have to say a damn word and I understood. That was the nature of such a close brotherhood like The Uncertain Saints had, though.

“This is Annelise,” he said. “She’s got a few things she thinks you may need to hear. Maybe out of the way of all these ladies.”

I nodded my head and gestured to the kitchen area—which happened to be across the room—that gave as much privacy as we were going to get in this big open room.


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