Wilting Violets (Sons of Templar MC – New Mexico #2) Read Online Anne Malcom

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC Tags Authors: Series: Sons of Templar MC - New Mexico Series by Anne Malcom
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Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
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So yeah, that’s how I spent the night in jail.

I used my phone call to call Sariah to make sure she was okay. She was. She was very upset, though. Blamed herself.

She was in the lobby of the police station, so I could actually hear her through the hall as she became more hysterical on the phone. Time was spent trying to convince her that none of it was her fault. More time was spent convincing her to go home and get some sleep before she got arrested too. It was almost impossible to convince her, but I did… Only after threatening to harm her new Chanel purse.

That had done it. I’d also ordered her to call one of our friends, Keelie, who was also doing summer classes to come and sit with her at home.

Then some uppity asshole told me I’d taken too long. I probably should’ve asked her to get me a lawyer or whatever you were meant to do when you got arrested, but I was sure it would get worked out in the morning. They couldn’t hold me forever.

I quietly seethed in the cell for the rest of the night, thinking about all the ways I was going to expose these asshole cops and make sure they got what they deserved.

Those thoughts were so intricate that I didn’t even notice the officer unlocking the door of the cell until it creaked open.

“You made bail,” he glared at me.

“Nice shiner,” I flashed him a cynical smile

His entire form stiffened, and he moved to stand in the doorway so I couldn’t pass. I didn’t flinch, even though I felt a flutter of fear. It was still early morning, there was no one else around. This fuck already made it clear he didn’t respect women, but I didn’t think even he was brazen enough to lay a hand on me. You never knew, though. I’d humiliated him.

Humiliated misogynists were dangerous.

“What are you gonna do, buddy?” I asked sweetly, leaning forward. “I fucking dare you to lay a hand on me. It would make my case a cake walk, and once my lawyers are done with you, you won’t even be able to work as a mall cop.”

And I would. I had my father’s money. I had a trust fund that I didn’t want to rely on, but I was happy to use it to hire a ridiculously expensive lawyer to do exactly as I promised.

The cop glared at me a beat longer before stepping aside.

But then he grabbed my upper arm much harder than he was supposed to. I wasn’t even sure he was supposed to grab me. But I gritted my teeth and didn’t so much as wince in pain. I let him drag me down the hall out to the main area of the police station.

I figured Sariah would be waiting for me outside, having gone home to change since she was the only one who knew I’d been arrested, therefore, she was the only one who could pay my bail.

I did not expect a very tall, very pissed off, bearded biker with iceberg eyes to be standing right by the door with his arms crossed against his chest and murder in his eyes.

Those eyes were focused on the officer… More accurately, the officer’s grip on my upper arm.

He surged forward, so close that his body pressed into mine. I sucked in a ragged inhale, my body having a carnal reaction to him despite the inappropriate circumstances.

“Get your hand off her, now.”

The officer straightened his back as he took Elden in. Again, it was very early in the morning, and there weren’t many people in the office, but there were enough to witness an officer who thought way too much of himself get ordered around by an outlaw.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” he scowled, squeezing my arm tighter.

I didn’t show any pain on my face because I was genuinely worried that Elden might very well murder the officer right then and there. And I did believe in his ability to get away with murder, but I figured it would be really hard if said murder was committed in a police station.

Elden’s eyes glittered with a fury I’d never seen, not once in my life. “Let her go,” he repeated.

Apparently, even the puffed-up officer could sense how far his illusion of authority would go with Elden.

He let go of my arm.

Elden did not hesitate to yank me behind him while he leaned forward and had a very intense, scary stare off with the officer. He didn’t say anything. Again, he didn’t need to.

The officer went pale then hastily turned his back.

I swallowed my smile.

But then it was time for Elden to turn his intense and pissed off stare in my direction. Those eyes roamed up and down my body.


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