Dirty Mother Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Uncertain Saint’s MC #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Uncertain Saint's MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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Even the cute little blonde.

A blonde so light it was almost white.

She was about five-foot-six or so, with deep blue eyes and wariness seated deep.

She hadn’t come close to me all night. Not a word was said between the two of us, but I couldn’t help but watch her.

She’d worked on my sister and had been the only one to listen to what I had to say.

Then a bitch of a nurse, who must’ve been the big, bad bully of the bunch, pushed the younger nurse away with an order for her to go restock or something, and she’d disappeared.

I’d seen her a few times since then, each time she’d been carrying boxes instead of working on any patients.

My curiosity was piqued.

“Ridley?” my sister said softly, and my eyes flicked to her instead of where the blonde had disappeared.

“Yeah?” I asked softly, turning so I could see her face.

“Did I hurt your truck too bad?” she asked.

I smiled and stroked my fingers down her face. “It’s not too bad,” I lied.

It was totaled.

For the second time in two months.

“I should’ve never gotten pregnant,” Kitt whispered.

I looked down at my sister, studying her face to gauge the seriousness of her statement.

“You don’t want Emily?” I asked her.

A tear escaped her eye.

“I’m so tired of having this disease,” she whispered. “I’m so fucked up it’s not even funny. I even killed someone.”

I bent forward and pressed my lips to her forehead.

“Then where would Apple be if he didn’t have you and Emily?” I asked her roughly. “Where would I be?”

“Why don’t you call him Core like everyone else?” she laughed lightly.

For that reason, right there.

I liked to see her smile, and if calling the man by Apple made her smile, I would do it. Even if it got me a glare each time I used it around him.

What kind of fucking name was Apple for a man, anyway?

“’Cause I don’t want to,” I told her honestly. “You’re not answering my question.”

She shrugged.

“I love them. I love her. I love him. I just don’t want to be a burden,” she whispered.

She never was.

Kitt had seizures.

She’d been having them since she was a young kid.

They were, however, under control with medications.

But, on her way to the routine appointment with her doctor in Dallas, the one where Capone was killed, the baby’s car seat had hit Kitt in the head.

But that was neither here nor there.

Kitt had been having more seizures than usual since she’d gotten pregnant with Emily. They’d gotten so frequent, in fact, that she’d had to start taking another medication to stop them. A medication that had to be inserted rectally.

And today, on the way to one of her appointments in Dallas, she’d had a seizure in the car.

It’d been weird…which for Kitt was beyond normal.

Normally, when Kitt had a seizure, it was triggered by something. Such as stress or extreme excitement.

Ever since she became pregnant, though, she had them whenever and wherever.

This particular time it happened to be while we were in my truck.

One second I’d been driving along as she tried to get me to listen to something on her phone, and the next she’d stiffened up and started seizing.

While she was seizing, her arm became tangled in the steering wheel, forcing me to either hurt her as I tried to remove it or wreck the truck.

Which turned out to not even be that easy.

I did manage to free her arm, but only after it made a weird popping noise. Then I’d promptly crashed into a semi-truck.

“You’re not a burden, Kitt,” I whispered. “I promise.”

A commotion at the front of the ER had me looking up in time to see Apple barreling in through the door, a look of utter helplessness on his face.

In his arms was Emily.

She looked tiny in the big, tattooed, scarred man’s arms.

“Kitten!” he yelled loudly, startling the whole ER once again when they’d just calmed down from my threats.

The baby in his arms started to cry, and he thrust her into my arms, not caring that I was bleeding all over the place.

I shifted Emily into my good arm, curling her into the crook of it as I stared at the two people in front of me.

Smiling, I turned my head down to look at Emily.

Her blue eyes were open and she was staring at me with intelligent eyes.

I could swear that she knew exactly what was going on.

“Your parents are in love with each other,” I told the little beauty in my arms.

Emily gurgled and drool started to slide out of the corner of her mouth.

I reached for the bib she wore around her neck but froze when my arm started to protest.

“Ouch,” I groaned.

“You need anything?” a soft voice asked.

I looked up to see those pretty blue eyes belonging to the blonde from earlier looking directly at me.


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