The Voices Are Back (Gator Bait MC #5) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC Tags Authors: Series: Gator Bait MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
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I pulled right up to a pump and got off. KD kept going until he was parked around the side of the building.

Just as I shut my bike off, there was a loud shout from KD that had me all but sprinting toward him.

When I got to his side it was to see him holding a limp body in his hands, with his anger and wrath directed at someone that was running away.

I didn’t think, let alone question my instincts to pursue him. Taking off at a sprint, I dashed toward the retreating person, and caught him easily between his smaller build and heavier set.

Tackling him to the ground, I made sure that every single bit of my body weight landed on the guy’s chest, knocking the breath out of him long enough that he wouldn’t fight back.

Then I took the zip tie—thank God that I’d had to fix the saddlebag on my bike all quick like before we left—and wrapped it solidly around the guy’s two wrists.

Without further ado, I lifted the cursing man’s body up onto his tiptoes, then marched him toward where I heard KD on the phone with the girl practically in his lap.

At first, the person he was holding didn’t quite ring any alarm bells in my head.

Then I saw the shoes.

I knew of two people in this world that wore those kinds of shoes.

They were rather blah and uncomfortable in my opinion, always looking quite stiff when I’d seen her wearing them.

But Morrigan had assured me that the brown Timberlands were stylish and comfortable.

She’d also insisted that she wear them everywhere. The one time I’d seen her without them on was this last week when we’d gone on the boat.

But literally last week when she’d fallen into my arms, she’d had them on.

The other person that I’d seen wear them? My eighty-five-year-old grandmother, because Morrigan had bought her a pair for her birthday the month before I’d broken it off with her.

And those shapely legs definitely didn’t belong to any eighty-five-year-old I knew.

“Oh, fuck,” I heard the man I was directing toward the light say. “Don’t hurt me.”

I moved so that I could see the side of the woman’s face that was pressed against KD’s chest, and felt things inside me freeze up in utter horror.

Without putting much forethought into what I was about to do, I kicked the man I was leading in the back of his knee and he collapsed to the ground. Seconds later, I followed that up with a not-so-nice shove to his back, forcing him onto the ground face down.

The man hit with a solid thunk and groaned. Seconds later he was trying to get to his knees to stand up, but I kicked him hard in the side of the head, stunning him.

Then I was on my knees next to KD, my hand going to the swath of curls covering the unconscious form.

When I moved her hair, I had my suspicions confirmed.

Morrigan.

“Oh, Mama. What did you do?” I whispered, moving her curls to behind her ear.

To give him credit, KD didn’t comment on the “mama” that I’d called her. Nor did he wonder why he could tell she was important to me.

He just went straight to the facts. Of which I needed right then.

“When I pulled around to the side, I saw him with her pressed to the brick of the building, holding her up just by the hands around her neck,” KD offered, moving as best as he could so that he was giving me better access to her face.

“It’s Morrigan,” I said. “The one I told y’all about yesterday.”

Everybody knew but Wake, who hadn’t come over due to his daughter’s awards ceremony, that Danyetta and I were not only through, but hadn’t ever been back together as she made it seem.

I knew that I was about to get my ass kicked, so I hadn’t made any fuss about what was going on.

But I did know that I needed to tell Wake. And him finding out like this wasn’t the best decision. But whatever.

There was no way in hell I was leaving Morrigan right then.

None.

“Call an ambulance yet?” I asked.

“Done when you took off after that dumbass.” He jerked his head toward the man who still lay on the ground, passed out cold. “Why does he look familiar?”

I didn’t know. The fucker’s face was still in shadow, and I hadn’t taken my gaze off of Morrigan since I got to her.

“We need to see what’s going on,” I said in frustration. “Where’s the fuckin’ light here? This station is usually lit up like the crack of dawn.”

“I’ll go ask,” KD said as he gently transferred Morrigan over into my arms. Where she belonged. “You want me to take him?”

I’d kicked him hard. There was no way in hell that he was waking up.


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