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 wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed.

It was a laughable effort, me giving him a hard hug, but he understood, and returned the hug just as hard.

“What do we do now?” I asked curiously.

“Now?” he asked, pulling back and tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “Now we get to live our happily ever after.”

So we did.

EPILOGUE

Whiskey: the nighttime sniffling, sneezing, how the hell did I end up on the bathroom floor medicine.

-Aodhan to Bowie

AODHAN

Folsom: Congratulations

I rolled my eyes. Why did it not surprise me that she knew already?

Excitement rushed through me as I all but jogged into the hospital.

“Would you slow down?” Morrigan giggled.

Her POTS, although better in the last fifteen years, still wasn’t great, either. Through the years, as she’d aged, her POTS had somewhat leveled out. Now, extreme excitement or surprises didn’t affect her. What did affect her was running, keeping her heart rate elevated, and pretty much any exercising whatsoever that had her upright.

Hence her being on my back as we all but ran into the hospital.

Cameras flashed in the vestibule, and I cursed.

Shortly after all the shit went down with Bowie’s coach, he’d switched fully to soccer. And what a decision that was.

Bowie now played for FC Brooksburg, an up-and-coming soccer team in Madison, Wisconsin that was taking the soccer world by storm. One second, they were a nobody soccer team with an überbillionaire from Dubai as an owner, and the next they were playing, and beating, the best of the best.

Their latest conquest was FC Madrid last night. Hours before Bowie’s baby was born.

Bowie played in Madrid, flew straight home, and walked into the hospital just in time for his child to make his or her appearance.

His child.

Holy fuck, I was a goddamn grandfather.

“You’re gonna miss the elevator if you keep lollygagging!” Morr giggled from my back, tapping my chest as if she would a disobeying horse.

I snorted and moved faster, already practically running. Now I was outright sprinting for the elevator.

I made it, though, causing my girl to laugh.

When we arrived on the floor where my son was located, I walked right up to the first nurse behind a desk and said, “I’m looking for my son.”

Her brows lifted. “And is your son having a child?”

Today, Bowie had his first child.

“My son had his first child.” I smiled. “As of two hours ago. McBanks.”

She grinned.

She knew that name.

It really wasn’t a surprise.

It was famous now.

Though, in our small little town of Accident, it was infamous.

But only because it was Morrigan’s new name, instead of Morrigan’s old name—St. Pete.

All those years ago, and what happened with Morrigan’s mother and father was still a scandal. The most recent one, and the further away one.

One trying to kill themself, and take their unborn babies out with them, all because a man was controlling wasn’t something the town forgot. Then, years later, when said man has a heart attack because he refused modern medicine? Well, let’s just say the St. Pete name had a bit of a stigma to it.

The McBanks name, however, was known worldwide because my son had become the soccer star midfielder. The “hot, smart soccer guy” that everyone loved.

I hadn’t learned that last part from Bowie, though. I’d learned it from Morrigan and my ex-wife as they squealed about his photos in Sports Illustrated Magazine.

Needless to say, he was a very large celebrity in the soccer world, and hell in the United States and Europe right now. Everyone knew his name because he was apparently “cute.”

“I can see where he gets it,” I heard a nurse say.

I looked over just in time to feel Morrigan’s hand tighten possessively on my shoulder. A hiss in my ear let me know that she was two seconds away from biting the woman’s head off.

“His room number?” I asked.

“We’re not allowed to let anyone…”

“Dad!”

I turned to see my son in the hallway at the very end, a bundle of blanket and baby in his arms.

I left the nurses behind and headed straight for him.

His eyes were light and bright with excitement as he all but shoved his kid into my arms.

I dropped Morr like a hot potato, and cuddled the baby close into my arms.

“Shit, son,” I said quietly.

Morrigan pushed past me, giving us a moment, as she headed inside to Bowie’s wife.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw them hug. But my eyes were all for my son’s baby. My grandchild.

“Boy or girl?” I asked quietly.

He moved to the side so I could enter, and I all but melted when the baby opened his eyes.

“Boy,” Bowie whispered, a little awe in his voice.

I grinned at my son. “Holy fuck. You’re in for a ride.”

“I understand now,” Bowie said quietly, his eyes only for his son in his arms.

I leaned down so that I could see the baby’s face.


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