Renegade Path Read Online Autumn Jones Lake

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Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 117529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)

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Renegade Path

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A Lost Kings MC World Novel
USA Today bestselling author Autumn Jones Lake delivers an unforgettable story of heart-wrenching first love.
From the minute I met Juliet, I wanted to shield her from the world’s ugliness. We’d both already suffered more heartache than anyone should experience in a lifetime. I didn’t have anything of value to offer—just my jaded heart, broken soul, and undying love. But for her, I’d sacrifice my pride, my hostility, and my heart. Anything to see her smile. Consequences meant nothing. I would’ve given up anything, even my life, to keep her safe.
Both our lives were soaked in tragedy from day one. That’s why we were drawn to each other the moment we met. I ignored the people who warned me he was dead inside. The truth was, he was as broken as I was. Together, we’d heal our hearts and stitch together our souls.
At seventeen, we fell in love for the first—and last—time.
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Chapter One


I fell in love for the first time when I was seventeen.

One simple mistake altered the course of my future, of my very existence.

Until that day, feelings had always seemed irrelevant and illogical. My world was too dark and chaotic for something as obscure as love to develop.

It was my first day at another new high school. That made—three? four? —this year alone.

The locker I’d been assigned wouldn’t open no matter how many times I spun the combination or slammed my filthy, worn boot into the rusty metal front.

“Do you mind?” A soft voice came from beside me.

I glanced down. Five-feet-nothing of waist-length red-gold hair, soft blue eyes, and freckles stared up at me. A smile played over her full pink lips that I already had an urge to kiss.

“I can’t get it open.”

Amusement flickered over her stern expression. “Maybe that’s because it’s my locker.”

“No, it’s not.” Even though I already had a bad feeling in my gut that she was right, I handed over the yellow slip of paper I’d been given this morning.

“Hmm.” She tapped her finger against that plump bottom lip that I wanted to suck into my mouth and run my tongue against. “It says seventy-six, but that can’t be right.”

She stepped forward, not at all intimidated by my size—I had to be at least a foot taller than her. Her warm shoulder brushed against my chest, and her long hair tickled my arm. She smelled like flowers after a rainstorm. I’m not ashamed to admit I stood there and inhaled her.

The lock clicked, and she opened the door. “See? It’s my locker. My combination works on it. Yours doesn’t.”

“Well, shoot.”

She grinned at me. “What’s your name?”


Laughter spilled out of her. “I’m Juliet. I’ll tell you what, Roman, I’m willing to share my locker with you. If you promise not to leave any gross boy things in it.”

I scratched the back of my neck. “Give me an example of a ‘gross boy thing.’”

“Uh, dirty socks.”

“No problem.”


A grin threatened to break free at the corners of my mouth. “Don’t have one.”

“Anything smelly.”


Pink raced over her cheeks, and I wondered what else she was going to say, but instead, she shook her head. “Welcome to locker seventy-six, roomie.”

She held out her hand. I took it, meaning to give a quick shake. Instead, an electric current of attraction sparked between us. I stood there staring into her eyes, trying to decide if they were turquoise or teal, and stroked her soft skin.

“Thank you, Juliet.” I loved the way her name felt rolling off my tongue.

She didn’t jerk her hand away, and she held my gaze.

I made up my mind right then and there.

One day, I’m going to marry this girl.

Chapter Two



That’s all I wanted to do once I laid eyes on Juliet. She consumed my thoughts as I drifted through my morning classes. Her laughter played over and over in my head. Her smile. Her kind eyes.

And then there she was. Waiting for me by the lockers, under the glare of cheap fluorescent lights. She was so damn tiny. Defenseless and innocent. An unfamiliar urge thrummed through my veins—to scoop her up and carry her away.

People seemed to avoid her, which both bothered and pleased me. I wanted her to myself, but I also wanted to kill anyone who hurt her feelings.

“How is your first day progressing?” The corners of her mouth twitched, but I didn’t feel like she was mocking me. More like we were both in on the same joke.

“Lame. Just as boring as the last three schools.”

Her eyes widened. “Why so many? Do your parents move around a lot?”

My eyes darted away. I didn’t like talking about my situation. It was one of those things that made people uncomfortable and eager to get away from the conversation. But I sensed I could trust Juliet.

“I live at the group home over on Pine,” I explained in a lowered voice. “Foster care. Before that, I stayed with a few families. None of ’em stuck.”

My story was more complicated than that. Ten years, twelve different families, and three separate group homes to be exact. But I feared sharing too much, getting too real, might scare her away.

Sadness clouded her eyes. “I live with my aunt and uncle. Not the same thing, but I understand what it feels like…not to…”

I waited for her to finish, anticipating what she’d say.

“Feel wanted,” she finished.

She’d never have to worry about that again. I wanted her like nothing I’d ever wanted in my life.

But I had absolutely nothing to offer her.

No family. No money. Hell, I didn’t even have access to a vehicle to take her out on a date. I had the clothes on my back and a few other things stuffed in a drawer at the home. My luggage was a Hefty bag. I’d had a job lined up at the last place I lived, but that was gone now.