Beard Up Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #6)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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I snorted. That was the damn truth.

“Candace, well she would do anything for her husband; lie, cheat, steal. It was all of no consequence to her when it came to anything that Van wanted,” Lynn continued. “Bribe a police officer? No problem. Hold a doctor’s family hostage? No biggie. She’d do it for him. Kill a judge just so they could get who they wanted, who had the same ideals as them, on the bench? Done. Multiple times.”

My parents were sick fucks.

“If Van named it, Candace made it happen,” Lynn said finally. “Right now, we believe that there are four judges, just as many police officers, and hundreds of other people in their operation that make what they do run smoothly. They are the heads of the largest organized crime syndicate in the south right now.”

“What do you need us to do?”

That came from Sebastian, who was still hugging the trashcan.

His face looked even more green.

“And what the fuck do we have to do to get those pictures back?” Cleo growled.

I dropped my head as relief poured through me.

“We have all of the pictures back except for the ones directly on Van Morrison’s personal jump drive,” Silas answered. “We’ve tried for over six years now to bring this operation down. Each time we get a leg up, something else comes down on it and shatters it before we can make our next move.”

“You have a mole.”

That came from Big Papa.

I didn’t disagree.

I’d been thinking the same thing for a very long time now.

Lynn had someone in his operation who was hindering it, and one of these days, very soon, I would figure out who it was. When I figured out who it was, I was going to tear them a fucking new one and make them taste it.

This operation should’ve been over and done with a very long time ago. We’ve had ample opportunity to bring them down, but each time something solidified that we could pursue, it would be gone in a matter of hours.

The only thing we kept doing right was interrupting the shipments of children. We’d broken up each and every one over the last few years and had saved a total of forty-two children from being brokered and sold. Forty-two children had been reunited with their parents.

Forty-two times, I’d had a major role in making sure that my parents’ livelihood didn’t thrive.

When those tips came in, we acted on them fast, not giving whomever was in the operation time to contact their bosses or thwart our plans.

The bad thing was that we could never tie any of those child kidnappings to my parents. If anything, their men were loyal to them. Either my parents had something so huge over their heads that they kept silent, or they’d somehow won their loyalty and kept their silence.

Whatever the reason, I knew my parents were involved, and I couldn’t pin a damn thing on them.

On the outside, they appeared clean. On the inside, though? Yeah, they were dirty as dirt could be.

“So, what the hell are we going to do?” That was Cleo again.

“We’ve tried it the right way,” Lynn finally said. “Now we do it the final way.”

The final way meant killing them.

Even across the room from him, I could read the intent in Lynn’s eyes.

The funny thing was that I felt the exact same way.

And I’d been thinking it for a very long time now.

Something released in my chest, allowing me to breathe for the first time in what felt like forever.

Before I couldn’t react to the desire to wipe them out from this Earth, but now? With the power of sixteen Dixie Wardens and Lynn, who I was pretty sure had the authority to close this case by whatever means were necessary, I felt confident that I would make it home to my wife after taking their organization down—and without spending the rest of my days in an orange jumpsuit.

***

I saw the punch coming, but I didn’t do a damn thing to stop it.

I deserved it, though, so I allowed the hit.

Cleo didn’t stop there, however. The next hit came from the other fist, and this one took me right in the gut.

I took that one, too.

I’d take them all. Every last one of them, if it’d take that fucking look out of that strong man’s eyes.

I’d never seen Cleo look this devastated…or pissed.

He literally looked like he wanted to take my head off, then cradle it lovingly in his arms as he told me he missed me.

Then he dropped to his knees and stared at me with such a forlorn expression that I started stuttering right off the bat.

“I’m sorry y-y-you had to go through that.”

“I see the stutter is back,” he rasped. “Thought you only did that around your wife?”

That was true. At least mostly. I did it in during high times of stress, or when I was excited.


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