Whiskey Neat Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Uncertain Saint’s MC #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Uncertain Saint's MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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Especially, if I was going to be wearing a wedding dress in my future.

***

Operation Convince Griffin to Come Home- Day 1

“No,” I said to my mom that was sewing my new biker bitch vest. “The lettering looks more like this,” I said, showing her a picture of Griffin’s motorcycle club ‘cut’ as he called it.

If this was going to work, it needed to look authentic.

It needed to be something that would draw everyone’s attention.

And with it being under such close scrutiny, it needed to be perfect.

“Take a chill pill, darlin’. This is only what it’ll look like at first. I still have to widen the letters, and change the background color. Just go sit over there and let me do the work,” my mother admonished. “And stop picking at the scab on your head.”

“I’m not picking at it. I’m touching it. Do you think it’ll scar?” I asked.

“No,” my mother said, but her concentration was no longer on me.

It was on the ‘Property of Griff’ leather vest I was asking her to make for me.

I’d read up on what ‘biker bitches’ did to please their man on the internet.

The first thing I saw was the ‘Property of’ patch.

Women usually wore it because their ‘old man’ gave it to them.

I was going to wear it because I wanted everyone to know I was Griffin’s.

If everyone knew, then that’d take away his excuse that I was safer without him.

Mostly because I’d be insinuating myself into his world whether he wanted me there or not.

Starting with the pretty vest.

An hour and a half later, I was modeling my new vest.

“What do you think?” My mother asked.

I smiled excitedly at her.

I loved it.

I would’ve jumped up and down in my excitement, but the sudden movements still hurt to do, so I would have to do with clapping my hands.

“Alright,” I said, walking into my mother’s arms. “I’m going to get out on the town, let everyone see me. Starting with the bar that the boys like to go to.”

My mother shook her head.

“Don’t get yourself in trouble,” she said, shaking her finger in my face.

I laughed.

“See ya, thanks again for making this awesomeness,” I told her as I walked out the door.

But my first stop wasn’t the bar.

It was too early yet.

After doing a quick run by my store to see Apple, the prospect that’d been working my store for nearly three weeks, I walked next door to Annie’s, my new friend that I’d met just last week.

She’d been at the hospital, of all places, letting her comfort dog, Morelli, do his thing on the hospital wing.

When she’d come in my room with that huge ball of fur and slobber, I’d fallen into instant friendship with both Annie and Morelli.

It’d been during our short conversation that I’d realized we were neighbors.

Annie had opened up a small shop where she did nails, hair, and massages out of the front room of her business.

She lived in the back two rooms.

“Annie!” I called as I pushed through the front door. “I need your help!”

Annie smiled as she walked through the back entry.

“Hey girl, you up for that haircut finally?” She asked.

I nodded my head. “Abso-fucking-lutely,” I confirmed. “I want about eight to ten inches cut off, and I want to straighten it. I’ve got some impressing to do tonight.”

***

Three hours later

“Are you sure I don’t look whore-like?” I asked Annie.

Annie shook her head. “No. You look fine. And your ass in those jeans looks amazing.”

Annie was a straight talker; I’d come to find out.

She didn’t waste time giving false platitudes.

As we entered the front door of the bar, I had to curb the urge to squirm as nearly every eye in the place landed on me…and the vest I was wearing.

Shit.

“You’re doing fine,” Annie said smoothly. “Keep going.”

I did, walking straight up to the bar and completely ignoring the table of bikers at the back of the room.

I knew they saw me.

Knew they’d see the Property Patch the moment I sat down and gave them my back.

I moved to the very furthest bar stool and sat down, keeping my back to the room as I smiled up at the bartender.

“I’d like a Coca-Cola, please,” I said.

The bartender nodded then looked to Annie. “You?”

“I want a Jack Daniel’s and Coke, please,” she said.

I raised a brow at her.

“I got my own problems, girly,” she laughed. “If you only knew.”

I waved my hand in the air. “I’ve got nothing but time.”

A loud slam startled me, and I turned my head to see the back of Griffin’s back as he pushed through the door to the bar, hastily making his exit.

I smiled.

Day one seemed to be a success.

***

Operation Convince Griffin to Come Home-Day 2

“Now what are you going to do?” Annie asked me from her perch on the new couch that Griffin had bought.

It was so comfortable.

And I couldn’t wait to snuggle with him on it.

“Well,” I said. “I wore the vest to get gas today. And to the supermarket. As well as to my shop to check in on Johnny. I’m out of places to wear it to.”

“How about a photoshoot?” Annie suggested. “With just the vest…and your underwear.”

I raised my eyebrows at her.

“Well…that could be kind of fun. Do you know someone that does photos like that?” I asked.

She nodded. “I do.”

I just shook my head. “Well you’re just a Jack of all trades, aren’t you?”

She nodded. “Photography is my passion. The other stuff is just things I needed to learn how to do to make the pictures I take beautiful.”

That made a lot of sense, how those would go together.

“Okay. Where do you want to do it?”

***

Griffin

Operation Convince Griffin to Come Home- Day 6

“You’ve got a package at the office,” Wolf said. “I set it on your desk in your office.”

I blinked.

I was never at the office…or at my desk, for that matter. Most of my work was done from the field or from home. It wasn’t often that I even saw the inside of those four walls.


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