“Bonnie, you good?”
“I don’t know…” I moved to her and wrapped my arm around her but didn’t look down. If she wanted me to know what the letter said then she would tell me or show me. “The asshole and my brother are dead. She doesn’t say how but she has set up a bank account and put half of everything in it. She has sold the house and is moving back to Georgia to be with her family. Apparently, he didn’t like my mom’s family and stopped her from seeing them and them coming to stay with us.” Rubbing my hand down her back, she looked up at me. “I have to go and see her, Clyde, she can’t go without me seeing her.”
“Okay, love, just please don’t go alone. I still want to make sure you are safe.” I watched her chew her bottom lip before she looked back down at the paper in her hands.
“Will you come with me?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“It is.”
“Then we will go in the morning.” Kaitlyn laid her head on my chest and let out a breath. At that moment, she was more relaxed than she had been in weeks. Knowing that her father wouldn’t be coming for her put her mind at ease. Now that he was gone, maybe she could form some kind of relationship with her mom. I didn’t know what the future had in store for us but I knew, no matter what, with my girl and my club I could get through anything that life threw at us.
Author Bio
Lauren Firminger has had a love affair with books her whole life. From the fairy tales that were read to her as a young girl to the stories of love and loss that would distract her as a teenager.
It wasn't until attending her first signing as a reader, in Sydney, that she discovered the world of Indie authors that would ignite her spark of writing once again.
Taking a leap of faith, Lauren published her debut novel, Learning to Fly. From there, the characters continued to speak with her and three years, seven books later, the words continue to flow. From military romance to motorcycle clubs, Lauren tests the boundaries of them all and hides inside the worlds she creates.
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Other Titles by L Firminger
Angel of my Nightmare
Titles by Lauren Firminger
Fated Love Series
Learning to Fly
Hell on an Angel
Let It Be Me
Reapers of Chaos MC Series
Raven’s Nightmare
Chaos’s Reign
JD’s Redemption
Havoc’s Temptation
Diesel’s Choice
Killing Me Softly (Novella)
Standalone
Three Words
Part XVII
Lightning Storm
West Texas Dark Leopards MC
By Grace Brennan
Chapter Two Hundred Eleven
Clenching her hands into fists in an attempt to stop the tremors, Ana O’Connell backed away from the storeroom door, her sneaker clad feet making almost no sound. But even though she knew that the slight, muffled noise would be indiscernible to anyone in the shop, it still sounded like a gunshot to her straining ears.
She was trying so hard to hear any noise from the other room, but she couldn’t hear anything over the whisper of her sneaker soles and the pounding of her heart.
He was there, though. She knew it in her soul. She’d been stocking the shelves when the nondescript white SUV pulled up and a man got out, so she’d been close enough to the windows to see him.
He had on a ballcap, pulled low over his eyes, and what he wasn’t wearing his usual type of clothing, but she knew it was him. Icy terror had snaked down her spine when she set eyes on him and every instinct in her body was shouting at her to run, as fast and as far as she could.
She wasn’t going to ignore those instincts. Not this time. She hated to leave the store unattended, but it wasn’t worth her life. And that was what she’d forfeit if she sat around like a lamb waiting for slaughter.
Finally reaching the desk tucked away in the back of the storeroom, she blindly felt around for her purse. She would have left without it, but it had everything she needed inside. It was more like a go bag than a purse.
A change of clothes, a hidden stack of cash, and yet another new identity, among other things. And tucked away at the bottom under a false bottom was the gun she bought before she fled the first time.
She’d secretly taken lessons when she bought it, hating every second and praying she’d never have to use it. Looked like her prayers were going unanswered.
That didn’t surprise her, though. Her prayers had gone unanswered for over two years.
Since the first time he hit her.
Her fingers touched the zipper of the flap her gun was hidden behind, and relief that she wouldn’t be defenseless washed over her. Continuing to pull it open, she twisted to grab the bag at the same time, wanting her fingers on the gun while she ran.
Icy tendrils slithering down her spine were her only warning that she’d already run out of time.
“Hello, Anastasia. Fancy finding you here.”
Swallowing convulsively, she clutched her bag until her knuckles turned white as she slowly turned around. The man standing in front of her looked completely normal. Pleasant, even, his eyes twinkling and his lips curled in a small smile.
But she could see it all for what it really was now. The curve of his lips held a cruel edge, and that twinkle in his eyes wasn’t friendliness or happiness—it was sadistic pleasure.
“Shawn. What are you doing here?” she replied evenly. A barely there tremor made the last word quiver just a tiny bit. It was barely audible, but she could tell by the gleam in his cold eyes that he caught it.
“Looking for you, of course. You seem surprised that I found you. You didn’t truly think you’d get away from me that easily, did you? I always knew you
