I’ll Just Date Myself (Gator Bait MC #7) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC Tags Authors: Series: Gator Bait MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
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As we walked toward my car, I realized something she’d been trying to get me to see for a very long time—she could help me. Easily. And all of these missing persons that I hunted down…they could be found.

This new world was a bit different than the old one that existed before I’d gone to prison.

Technology ruled it, and either I adapted with the times, or it buried me.

And I wouldn’t let stubborn pride or the dislike of the woman beside me run my life.

I looked over at the woman walking beside me. “I’d like to offer you a job.”

CHAPTER 4

The angel on my shoulder is purely decorative.

-Folsom’s secret thoughts

FOLSOM

“He did what?”

I grinned at my best friend’s disbelief.

Hell, even I was surprised by his turnaround.

But I’d proven myself today and he’d been forced to acknowledge to himself that I would be a good addition to his operation.

Honestly, I wasn’t quite sure why I wanted to help him.

To be one-hundred-percent truthful, helping him in his cases meant he might ask to help me in my own case. Something in which I would have to fudge if I knew what was good for me.

Granted, I didn’t think that was the best possible way to go about this. Getting his trust and his asking me to help in one of the cases that he couldn’t solve was definitely one of those things that I should be very excited about. But there was one thing that came above all others in this world, and that was my daughter.

Speaking of…

“I’m headed over to pick her up,” I said.

Morrigan scoffed. “A, she and Aodhan and Bowie are busy watching Transformers, they’re on movie three. Just started. So I can guarantee that she won’t appreciate being picked up in the middle of it.”

I rolled my eyes. “And B?”

“B, I just ordered pizza, and you know how she never gets that with you,” she said.

I grimaced.

My best friend had no clue why I couldn’t order pizza. Hell, neither did my daughter.

Only I was privy to that information.

When I was pregnant with her, I’d been on the run for the last trimester of my pregnancy. At first, when they’d hired Kobe, he’d been close on my tail. And in the beginning, I hadn’t really been willing to do anything that would possibly put me in danger or break the law too badly.

That’d been when I was a Goody Two-shoes and thought that being a good person would get me further in life.

Well, needless to say, Kobe got so close to me that the night I’d had pizza, he’d almost caught me, even though I had a disguise on. I’d been two slices into a pepperoni in the middle of a Pizza Hut buffet when he’d walked in, eyes scanning.

That’s when I realized my mistake.

If I didn’t do the illegal stuff, then there was no way that I would stay away from him.

That night, I committed my first felony.

Then threw up my pizza after.

From then on, there was no looking back.

But pizza was a brutal reminder that I had to stay on my toes, and I had to make sure that I protected JP.

Another reminder? Kobe was smart. If I was going to help him—and yes, repent for keeping him guessing and searching for years upon years—I had to be extremely careful.

“Okay,” I said. “Do you want me to pick her up at the end of the night when you’re done? You can just text me when it’s about to be over and I’ll come.”

“I’ll keep her,” she said, sounding hopeful.

My stomach clenched.

Though I loved my best friend, that was one thing that I wasn’t willing to do just yet. Not until she was old enough to run herself and never look back.

One day, I would have to explain why I was such a psychopath. One day I would. One day, I’d wind up in jail myself.

But until that day… “I’ll pick her up.”

Morrigan sighed. “One day, you’ll let me keep her overnight for you.”

I scoffed. That was doubtful.

Until she was eighteen, maybe. That was a well-rounded number.

Hell, I was already dreading the days when she asked if she could go to a friend’s house.

The only good thing was I could definitely use the card “people are fucking sick,” and everyone would believe it. Because the hard truth was people were sick. They were depraved. They didn’t give a single shit that there were other people in this world that mattered.

They were all about themselves, and sometimes, that meant really bad things for other people.

“It’s not you, Morr,” I replied, feeling defensive all of a sudden.

One day, I would tell her. One day, when JP was eighteen and could do it all on her own, I’d share everything with my best friend. But until then…

“It’s okay,” she assured me. “I’ll text when this one is over. And if you ever stop being a wiener, I’m totally here to listen to everything.”



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