Wylde (Iron Tzars MC #9) Read Online Marteeka Karland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Iron Tzars MC Series by Marteeka Karland
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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“Yep. Hey, Dani, I think I see what I’m looking for over here.”

I sighed and followed the girl, knowing their game. She was trying to distract me. I let them get away with it because sometimes it was best to pick your battles. We moved down to the end of the aisle we were in.

“I think this will work.” Lemon picked up some kind of glaze for the pottery she wanted to make for whatever art project she was working on. I didn’t ask too many questions. I just bought what she told me she needed. It was the way we worked. They knew the score and only got what they absolutely needed, never going overboard when most kids would.

“Is that all? Is there anything else you need?” She looked back down the aisle in the direction of her sister and bit her lip. “Um…” That was when I realized Apple was at the very end of the aisle talking to a guy. Great. Just what I needed. My sixteen-year-old sister dating. Not happening.

I sighed, raising my voice. “Apple. Come here, please.”

Apple rolled her eyes but said her goodbye and sauntered our way. Surprisingly, the young man looked at me and gave a respectful nod of acknowledgment. He was still too old for her, no matter how polite.

With a shake of my head, I gave Apple a warning look before addressing the man in question. “You know she’s sixteen. Right?”

He narrowed his eyes. “No, ma’am. I didn’t.” Apple gasped and glanced over her shoulder. He nodded at Apple, a look of deep disapproval on his face. “You’re in trouble, girl.”

Apple shrugged. “Not like you can do anything about it.”

“I can spread the word to my brothers. Good luck with you or your sister finding a date until you’re eighteen.” His look said that was a promise.

“I didn’t do anything.” Lemon raised her hands innocently. “So, I don’t deserve that.”

The guy raised an eyebrow. “Seem to remember you pushing me toward your sister. You’re the one who told me she was nineteen.”

With a shrug, Lemon turned back to the shelf she was looking at with the pottery glaze. “No worries. You’re not the only fish in the sea.”

“Nope. But me and my brothers are mean as shit. Any guy not your own age gets near you, they’ll feel our wrath.” He pointed at Apple. “Be seein’ you in a few years, girl.”

Apple gaped at him. I knew how she felt. He walked away and none of us seemed to know what to think.

“What the hell have you gotten into now, Apple?” I sighed.

“Trust me when I tell you, you do not want to know, Dani.” Lemon pursed her lips and glanced at her sister knowingly.

“Shut up, Lemon!” Apple snapped.

“We’ll talk about this when we get home,” I said. “Let’s just get this stuff and get out of here.”

We made our way to the checkout, chatting lightly with each other. I wanted with all my heart to ignore the fact that my baby sisters were not only interested in boys, but trying to hang out with men. There was no way that guy was still in his teens. Gave me hives just thinking about what could happen. And probably would happen if I didn’t keep a closer eye on them. I just hated to smother them when they’d had such a rough life.

The girls were only eleven when our mother died. I’d barely been eighteen, but had dropped everything to become their guardian because there was no way I was going to leave my baby sisters to the tender mercy of foster care.

It was because I was preoccupied with the issue of Apple and her would-be boyfriend I missed the fact that two policemen were right in front of us until they didn’t move to let us pass.

“Officers?” I smiled as I looked up at the two of them. They had hard features and looked at me with disapproval.

“We’re going to need you to come with us, ma’am.”

“Is there a problem?” My heart started pounding. I had no idea what was going on, but it had to be bad. We had no living relatives other than a great aunt, but she lived in California and we hadn’t seen her in years. Surely if something had happened to her they wouldn’t send the police to tell me. Was it the coffee shop? But why hunt me down?

“There is,” the other one said. “Please come with us.”

“What’s this about?” I stepped in front of the girls who were looking belligerent at the officers. I got a bad feeling, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why.

“It’s better if we discuss this in private.” The same officer spoke while the other one looked around as if making sure we were alone.

“I don’t understand.”


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