Son of a Beard Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Drama, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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Walking over to the phone, I picked it up and stared at it like it was a snake about to strike.

The movement placed me close to the bar, and I could just barely see over the top to the floor behind the bar.

That’s when I saw the shoe.

And the blood.

So much blood.

Too much blood.

***

“What happened?”

I turned to Big Papa and Aaron, who were staring at me like I was about to lose it, and they were there to prevent it.

“I was at my girl, Verity’s, place. Then I left there and headed over here. I wanted to talk to Pop about a few things, found him like that.”

My voice cracked on the word ‘that’ and both men chose not to notice my near breakdown.

“Anything out of place when you came in?” Big Papa pushed.

I shook my head.

“No,” I denied. “Everything was normal when I first came in. Nothing out of place. Lights all on, jukebox playing softly in the corner just like Pop liked it when he was by himself. I called out his name, and he didn’t answer, so I went through the back to see if I could find his car behind the building, and did. So I pulled my phone out to call, and his phone rang on top of the bar.”

Big Papa’s eyes looked haunted as he peered over the bar at where my grandfather’s dead body lay, curled up and broken.

“Chief.”

I turned to see Officer Stephanie come in, a worried look on her face.

“Yeah?” Big Papa grunted.

It was still weird to hear Big Papa called Chief, I thought numbly.

It’d been nearly a year since the old chief, and the president of The Dixie Wardens MC Alabama Chapter, Stone, was killed by a gang member.

To this day, I still found myself dialing his number only to hang up before it rang.

It was such a habit to call the man when I had problems that I didn’t even realize I was doing it until it was nearly too late.

Stone had been the one to take me under his wing when I’d come home broken. He’d been the one to bring me into his life, into his home with his wife and child, giving me the time I needed to heal from my wounds—both physical and emotional.

So to hear Big Papa, Stone’s VP, called ‘Chief’ was hard.

He still refused to go by ‘President’ of The Dixie Wardens. Though he technically was the president, we still called him the VP.

“Would you mind stepping outside for a moment?” Officer Stephanie asked.

I was surprised with the officer’s polite demeanor.

Normally she was a ball buster, but tonight I supposed she was being nice in deference to my grandfather’s murder.

She and I didn’t see eye-to-eye.

She was also an instructor at the police academy, and we taught differently.

Though, that was just because she was a woman and I was a man. We had different perspectives on certain things law enforcement wise, and that would never change.

“Okay,” Big Papa said. “I’ll be back. Aaron, finish up here, yeah?”

Aaron nodded and turned to stare at me.

“You’re going to be okay?”

I stared at the new guy, and nodded my head.

Aaron was a good man. He was the newest member of the club and was fast becoming one of my friends.

“I don’t think it’s sunk in yet,” I finally settled on. “I see him there, see his body…but I feel numb.”

A loud curse had me looking toward the door where Stephanie had pulled Big Papa to the side.

He was staring down at her with pure rage on his face.

She continued to talk, and I stopped listening to what Aaron was saying and started focusing in on what they were discussing.

“Shit,” Big Papa groaned. “Fuck.”

And that’s when I knew.

Stephanie had been the one to be assigned to go check on my grandmother.

And by the look on Stephanie’s face, my grandmother had likely received the same fate as my grandfather.

Having it confirmed moments later was pure torture.

And that’s when it finally sank in.

Chapter 7

In college, my favorite course was intercourse.

-Truth’s secret thoughts

Truth

The first time I saw the meme floating around the Internet, I had zero to nil patience left in me.

Everything that was left was rage.

Normally, I would’ve handled it better.

I would’ve told the person who shared it on Facebook that they needed to take that meme down before I beat their ass.

Instead, I went straight to beating their ass.

Well, not the person who shared it with me, but the person who made the meme.

‘Hey, isn’t this you, bro?’ I read again on my company’s page.

But it wasn’t just me who saw it.

So far, it’d been shared over a thousand times, and multiple people who I knew that were commenting or tagging me in it.

The picture wasn’t that bad.

Of me, anyway.

Well, not of Verity, either.

It was the words that had me pissed off.


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