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and reached over the bar. “Do you think there is a bed I can sleep in around here?”
Robyn snorted. “I haven’t been in an MC before, but I’m pretty sure they don’t keep beds behind the bar.”
I reached around until I grabbed a bottle. I was at the point of drunkenness that it didn’t matter what I drank as long as it was wet. I grabbed the bottle and waved it around. “I don’t mean here. I mean here.”
“Thanks for specifying,” Robyn slurred.
My foot slipped off my stool, and my body pitched forward. “Oh tidily winks,” I cried. My stomach slammed into the bar, and the bottle in my hand slipped. I waited for the crash but didn’t hear it.
I lifted up my head, my vision blurry, and came face to face with bright blue eyes. “Uh, hi,” I chirped.
“Hello, darlin’.”
Ugh. That voice. It was Zephyr. The man drove me absolutely crazy, but he also made my stomach do somersaults. A completely confusing reaction I didn’t understand. “Nice catch.”
“You or the bottle?” he drawled.
I laid my head back down and sighed. “You got a bed around here I can lay down in.”
“For sleeping or something more?”
I heard Robyn gasp, and I knew I needed to punch Zephyr in the nuts or tell him where to go. Who was he to talk to me like that?
I lifted my head and said exactly what I had been dying to say since I met him. “Something more.”
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Nickel
Fallen Lords MC
Book 1
Chapter 1
Karmen
I couldn’t find a box big enough to fit him in.
Well, that makes me sound like a murderer or something. Nickel, the man in question, is still very much alive, I assure you. I should probably go back a little bit and explain.
My father went to prison when I was thirteen, and I can’t remember my mother. She left before I could even have a memory of her. He always told me we were better off without her. Things were rough for us, but we always had each other. Well, I had my dad. My dad had me and beer. I can’t remember a time I didn’t smell hops on his breath.
I went to my first day of preschool and asked the teacher why her breath didn’t smell like my dad. That ended up with my dad in the principal’s office for an hour and me crying the whole way home while my dad yelled at me. That was the last time I ever mentioned my dad’s drinking to anyone. I was a fast learner and caught on quick. One mess up, and I never made the same mistake again.
The night my dad went to prison, I was at home, like normal, while he was out at the bar three miles down the road. He regularly walked to the bar and stumbled home, but that night, there was a severe storm predicted to blow in, so he decided he would take the truck. That decision changed my life and made me see everything in a whole new light.
I was sprawled out on the living room floor, watching TV, when there was a loud pounding on the front door, and I figured it was my dad. It was normal for him to forget his keys and bang to get inside.
I opened the door to two police officers, with my grandma, Vivian, standing behind them. I only saw my grandma at Christmas. I knew the second I laid eyes on her, something was not right.
It seemed my father had decided to call it a night after drinking almost a twenty-four pack of beer and tried to drive home. In that three-mile drive to the house that had no turns