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Lucky's
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The Last Riders #7
The Last Riders #7
By: Jamie Begley
Releasing July 29, 2015
Young Ink Press
Life dealt him a dead
man’s hand.
Lucky
had always led a life of service, always putting his life on the line for
someone else, managing to survive by pure luck and skill. After bringing an end
to a multi-state drug ring, he was finally able to live the life he had wanted
as a Last Rider.
A
good man would walk away and not touch the curvy woman who had been tugging on
his heartstrings. Lucky wasn’t a good man. Therefore, the bad-ass biker in him
had a choice: once again become the man he had pretended to be and stake his
claim or take the devil’s highway.
Some girls had all the
luck.
Willa
wasn’t one of them. All she wanted to do was give a home to the children she
had made orphans. Instead, she found herself needing help from the man who had
left the pulpit behind to embrace a life of sin.
Painfully
shy and withdrawn, she wanted a quiet life, a simple man, and well-behaved
children. The last thing she had ever expected was for Lucky to want her size
twenty body and show her a passion that would lead her straight to hell.
“Did
you see who did this?” Lucky heard the accusation in his own voice, but it was
too late to regain his temper as Willa paled. He was having a shit time with
women so far today.
Willa
walked toward him, the five children following behind her.
“Is
something wrong …?” Her words trailed off as her eyes caught sight of his bike.
“We
just came outside. Chrissy and Caroline saw a stray cat when they were playing
outside earlier. They wanted to feed it…”
Lucky’s
eyes went to the tabby cat at the side of Willa’s house that was contentedly
eating tuna from a can. Then he studied the children. “Are you sure you didn’t
hear or see anything?”
“Jenna’s
house is closer to your bike. It would be easily seen from her living room
window. If you didn’t see anything, why would we?” Willa said.
Lucky’s
face turned red in embarrassment and anger at her logic. “Because I’m not the
one who’s constantly looking out the window.”
Once
again, Willa was the one turning bright red. “I’ll go get something to clean
the paint off.”
She
hurried inside her house, leaving him alone with five kids staring at him with
varying expressions—from the overtly hostile glares of the two older girls to
the three younger ones scowling at him.
“We
didn’t see who touched your bike,” Leanne stated, staring him directly in the
eyes.
Lucky
knew the children fairly well from when he had been undercover as pastor.
Leanne and Sissy were sisters; their mother Georgia had been a member of his
congregation who had recently been killed when she was incarcerated for setting
a fire in The Last Rider’s clubhouse. Shade and his wife Lily could have easily
died if not for the precautions that Viper, the club president, had taken.
“I
just asked if anyone had seen anything, Leanne. Maybe one of you put the other
up to doing it?”
A
firestorm was unleashed at his words.
“We
don’t put each other up to doing stuff that will get us in trouble!” Sissy
snapped. The oldest girl, at seventeen, had been hit the hardest by her
mother’s death.
Lucky
guiltily admitted to himself that he was wrong. This wasn’t a prank a kid would
play.
“What
does the word mean?” Charlie, the eight-year-old, questioned as he held his
younger sister Caroline’s hand while his other sister, Chrissy, stared at him,
sucking her thumb.
The
three younger children Willa was fostering were Lewis’s, Georgia’s brother, who
had also been raising his nieces after her death. Lewis had been determined to
marry Willa to help care for his large family. The sick bastard had gotten his
wish; he just wasn’t around to benefit from it. Willa had shot and killed him
when he had come to her house in a rage and attacked not only her but also Rachel,
who had tried to help her.
“It
means that Pastor Dean isn’t acting like a pastor anymore.” Sissy smirked at
him.
Lucky
knew her age and recent difficulties were responsible for her attitude, but it
didn’t keep him from snarling back at her. “You have a problem with me, Sissy?”
“I
have a problem with you treating Willa the way you just did.”
“Willa
needs to learn to take up for herself. She doesn’t need another person taking
up for her. Certainly not a seventeen-year-old.”
Caroline’s
foot kicked out, striking him in the leg.
“Stop
it!” Lucky had long since lost control of the embarrassing situation.
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