Jack & Coke
Uncertain Saint's MC #2
By Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 6, 2016
Lies
Mig’s wife is a
bitch.
How else do you
describe a woman that lies, cheats and steals to get what she wants?
That’s exactly what
happens when she traps him into a marriage he wants nothing to do with,
saddling him with a kid that he knows doesn’t deserve to be in a world like
his.
He’s doing a pretty
bang-up job at ignoring everything but his responsibilities as a DEA officer
and a member of The Uncertain Saints MC.
Then his neighbor
knocks on his door, and everything he thought he knew is blown out the window.
Deceit
Annie teaches Mig
that not every woman is out to get him.
Her love for Mig
stretches past what’s appropriate for two friends, and Annie soon straddles
that invisible boundary between appropriate and inappropriate.
Annie’s not a
cheater, though.
When she tries to
say goodbye, Mig won’t let her leave, and soon the tiny town of Uncertain blows
up with the news of Annie and Mig’s innocent friendship.
Betrayal
Matters of the
heart are foreign to Mig, and it takes Annie being gutted for him to see the
wrong he’s done.
He waits too long,
though, and Annie’s heart is broken.
She wants it all,
or she wants nothing. She can’t take anymore half-hearted attempts at being
just friends.
The heart wants
what it wants, and it doesn’t take long for Mig to realize that.
But just when Mig
finally has it all in the palm of his hand, his life is ripped to shreds by a
new player in the game, and it takes all of Annie’s love and devotion, as well
as help from the men of The Uncertain Saint’s MC, to put Mig back together
again.
“Go get the door
for the policemen I can see outside,” I called. “And tell them you have a DEA
Agent in your house so they don’t try to shoot me when they enter.”
“I already did,” I
heard Annie say as she got closer.
I saw her only a
few seconds before she disappeared around the edge of the hallway into the
entry way beyond it.
Then the door was
unchained, unlocked, and swung open.
Three cops were the
next to enter, and I nodded at the one I knew.
“Hey there, Officer
Kirkpatrick,” I called to my good friend.
We had drinks every
week, sometimes multiple times a week.
I had to do some
creative thinking to get away from my wife, and Officer Kirkpatrick, a.k.a.
Bullseye, was one of them.
Well, I didn’t do
him…but I hung out with him.
Often.
And Bullseye had a
hell of a wife that didn’t care if I was over there as much as I was.
“What’s shakin’?”
Bullseye asked.
“These two men here
decided to break into Annie’s house. I’m just here making sure that they don’t
get off with anything valuable,” I answered.
The other officer,
Antonio Juarez, I didn’t know very well.
He was new, and hung
out with the young’uns instead of us old folks.
Well, I was
thirty-four, which wasn’t ‘old’ per se, but it sure as fuck wasn’t young,
either.
“What’s that in his
hand?” Juarez asked.
I looked down at
Howard Ryan’s hand, and narrowed my eyes.
“That’s Annie’s
purse,” I answered.
Annie’s ‘purse’ was
more of a beach bag, and I didn’t know how the hell she found anything in it.
But I wouldn’t know
what to do with her if she didn’t have it with her.
She’d been able to
supply me with an ice pack, and a water on two different occasions, so I wasn’t
one to complain when it was beneficial to me.
“Well, boys, let’s
go for a ride downtown,” Bullseye said, walking behind Howard Ryan and
handcuffing him.
Ryan shot me an
evil look as he left, promising retribution, and I smiled at him.
Bring it, little
boy. You can’t handle this, my look said.
Forty-five minutes
later, the cops were leaving with both men in the back of two separate cars,
and I was left standing on Annie’s front porch with her next to me.
“Thank you,” she
said, looking up at me with all sorts of promises in her eyes.
I touched my
fingertips to her cheek and smiled down at her.
God, she was
beautiful.
Long, wavy brown
hair that went down to her mid back. Beautiful, full lips.
A smokin’ ass.
Light brown skin
that was nearly the color of mine.
She wasn’t Italian
like me, though.
She was Puerto
Rican, and she wouldn’t let anyone call her otherwise.
I’d give anything
to be with her but my life, and name, belonged to my wife.
God, if there was
any way I could rewind a year, I’d do it in a heartbeat.
I would’ve never
invited my now wife, Jennifer, to the club party.
Jennifer was the
exact opposite of Annie.
Rude, opinionated,
and selfish.
Now she was six
months pregnant with my child, and I hated every fucking second of my life.
“You’re welcome,” I
said roughly. “I’m gonna have a few men over here in the next few days to
install an alarm and make sure nobody can ever do that to you again.”
“Mig, what the ever
loving fuck are you doing over there?” My wife screeched.
I winced and slowly
dropped my hand, looking over at Jennifer like one would a pile of fish heads
and vomit.
Then I turned
around when I saw she was dressed in little to nothing.
How not surprising.
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