Special Kind of Twisted (Gator Bait MC #6) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Sports, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Gator Bait MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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He grumbled something dark under his breath, and I ignored him.

He drove to Sara’s house, who was waiting on her front porch for us.

She jumped and clapped as she got into the car.

Sara was a character. Bright as the sun and as happy as the moon and the stars, she was hardly ever in a bad mood. Even missing our dinner date at Sumo, a Japanese hibachi restaurant that we both loved, couldn’t get her down.

“I’m so excited!” she cried out, clapping her hands together with excitement.

“It’s cheap liquor and good beer,” Davis side-eyed her. “I’m not sure you’re normal.”

She batted her eyelashes at him, then turned around to look at me.

She instantly deflated. “What’s wrong? Why do you look so pale? Are you okay?”

I shrugged. “Long day.”

Long half an hour, more like it.

It’d literally only been thirty minutes since she called me to tell me what we were doing tonight, and I’d agreed.

“Oh.” She frowned. “Is Mr. Herb giving you a bad time?”

I looked at my friend and widened my eyes, telling her not to go there.

But she instantly went into defense mode.

“It’s not like you can just come up with a hundred thousand dollars cash overnight! That takes time!” she cried out. “And why would he ask you for that kind of money so fast anyway? You’re not even buying the building, but the name. That’s ridiculous.”

It was ridiculous.

Herb said that he was going to sell his store and move two days ago, and I had three days to either come up with the money to buy him out or be warned that he was selling it imminently.

I’d given it a lot of thought.

And ultimately, I was going to work for Herb until he sold it. Then I’d find somewhere else to work.

Or open my own.

Originally, I wasn’t sure that a town the size of Accident could handle two taxidermists, but now I wasn’t sure that I could do anything but open my own. I mean, I had all of my dad’s old tools in storage. I could technically open my own.

I just wouldn’t have that juicy location next to Davis.

“What are you talking about?” Davis asked.

Sara word vomited everything that I told her in confidence today, and I rolled my eyes.

Man, the woman sure knew how to be a pain in the ass. She didn’t know what “confidential” was when it came to Davis. Then again, the same went for him.

I knew when he had a pregnancy scare with some chick almost the moment he told her when we were in high school. I knew damn good and well he hadn’t wanted me to know anything about his vulnerabilities, but she’d told me anyway.

She had this weird notion that we should all be friends.

And, at the very early stages, I was willing to accommodate her. But then he’d shown his true colors and let me know about his clear dislike for me, and our lines had been drawn.

We would never be friends.

Not ever.

In the meantime…

“That sucks,” Davis said.

I ignored him as he cleared the town proper. We pulled into the driveway of the sheriff’s department, located outside of town by a single mile, and parked next to his friend who was already getting off of his bike upon seeing us.

He was a big dude of Asian descent.

I’d never in my life seen such a jacked Asian, but I had to admit, if I was into muscular dudes like him, I would definitely go for him.

Kobe Sano was an enticingly gorgeous specimen that really knew how to strike my fancy.

The only problem was, I was fairly sure he had a thing for Folsom, who was getting out of the car on the other side of us.

She looked anywhere but at Kobe, and I couldn’t help the smile that met my lips at the two.

There was definitely something going on there, even if neither one of them was willing to admit it.

I’d met Folsom through the coffee shop owner Morrigan. Morrigan, who’d shut the coffee shop down and had no immediate plans to reopen it, so now I barely got my morning fix unless I was willing to drive thirty minutes both ways.

Amaretto tea was my poison of choice, and since it was such an unusual flavor, not every coffee shop in the area carried it. Most barely carried tea at all.

“Hey, Folsom.” I smiled at the woman who was now looking very hard at the ground.

She looked up and smiled.

“Hey there, Greer. I didn’t know you would be here,” she said.

I offered her my arm, and she took it, my gaze going to the front doors where I saw KD and Sara standing. It was blatantly obvious that Kobe was trying to get Folsom’s attention, but she was having none of it.

Quietly, we made our way to the door, arm in arm.


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