Wanted (Wrong Side of the Tracks #5) Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
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Shane sighed but was already pulling out his car keys. “Fine. But if Ros asks, I was the one who fixed the car.”

Liv nodded and shook his hand. “Done.”

Chapter 13

Knox

Knox was on his first beer but was already into the vibe of the party. Coming here made him feel as if the last few days had been a bad dream. If it wasn’t for the chill in the air, he could have imagined he was back in California, at a cool new biker bar out of town.

There was only one thing missing. Liv.

But even back at home it wasn’t as though they went everywhere together. Most places, sure, but not always.

And if he was to go through with his plan tonight, he needed to be on his own, away from Liv’s fake boyfriend schtick and whatever else his morning experimentation was about.

To say he was nervous would be an understatement.

Dex had given him a lift earlier, but quickly left Knox to his own devices after introducing him to a few people, then saying he’d go get a beer, only to never be seen again.

Which was fair enough. Knox wasn’t a baby who needed to be coddled. He could find his own way. Easy.

The compound belonging to the biker club was out of town, on a flat bit of land that used to serve as an airport. The former landing strip had been taken over by custom motorcycles and tuned cars currently illuminated by rows of oil drums blazing with flames. Five hangars stood side by side on one end of the runway, but only the ones remodeled into a bar and garage were accessible to everyone. The remaining three buildings had been locked away behind a sturdy fence and marked with signs stating: Demon Brethren MC property. Do not enter.

A pretty girl in a dress that barely covered her ass pranced onto the strip, and moments later, two engines roared. Cars shot past her and into the darkness like rockets. Blood ran faster in Knox's veins at the smell of gasoline, but the race once again made Knox think about Liv. Because he’d never been to one without him. In fact, whenever he stood on his own, watching vehicles rush toward the finish line, it was because Liv was behind the wheel, driving a car Knox helped him fix up.

Seeing Liv take off like a madman was always as exhilarating as it was terrifying. Because Liv had been in a few minor crashes, and while he always landed on his feet like a cat, sometimes Knox worried Liv’s nine lives might one day run out.

A man as cool and reckless as Liv should have at least ninety.

Knox hissed when both cars turned at the far off end of the landing strip, their tires squealing like feral animals. The purple one’s color vaguely reminded Knox of their modified Subaru Impreza. To think that beautiful, beloved vehicle was now lost in the depths of the reservoir and would never again race pained him more than was reasonable.

When the cars zoomed past him for the finish line, the green Honda swerved toward the crowd. His stomach sank, as if he were about to drop on the Dive Coaster, but this situation wasn’t designed to scare anyone for pleasure. Voices rose, a woman fell to the asphalt, as others tried to evade the charging vehicle. Just before impact, the driver regained control and stopped a few yards past them.

Knox ran up to the fallen woman and pulled her up as the other people who’d barely missed being run over erupted with applause.

“That was close,” shouted someone as the driver, a young dude with a bald head, emerged and raised his fist.

“How many of you pissed your pants?”

“Jesus Christ! Who let him on the asphalt!” Knox said to the guy drinking a beer right next to him, but the stranger shrugged, watching Knox from above, since he had a few inches on him. Fucker.

“If you’re scared of a bit of adrenaline, don’t come next time.”

The girl disappeared from Knox’s side, and when he spotted her, she was chatting up one of the club prospects as if she hadn’t almost lost her legs.

Knox turned to the dude next to him with a scowl. “Let me in that car and I’ll show you what adrenaline means.” As if he wasn’t stressed enough already, now he needed to deal with some dumbass.

The stranger offered him a shark grin and dug his teeth into his lip, pushing back his longish brown hair. “Are you high, or something? Nobody’s gonna let a nobody from nowhere anywhere near their car. You look like you should still play with Barbie dolls, so leave the racing to men, yeah?”

Knox didn’t think. He punched. The advantage of surprise was always a bonus, but he would soon find out whether this dude was as bold with his fists as he was with his mouth.


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