Outlaws Runaway – Property of the Outlaw Sons MC Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
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I laugh. “We'll figure it out. I don’t really have a green thumb.”

“Alright, everyone up to my place,” Bonnie says as she gathers the guns in their cases and sets a course back towards her upstairs apartment in the old rectory.

“Why? Something going on?” Jessica hurries after, followed by Anne. I'm just about to follow, when the guys come across the grass, looking for me.

“Hey,” I say with a smile as Crank sweeps me up in his arms and gives me the requisite hello kiss. Then Poe. Then Savage. They go easy on me today, which means I can still walk on my own.

“Should we start watching our backs?” Poe asks with a grin.

“Nah, watch out for about six inches to the right of your back.” I shrug. It's fun learning to shoot, but if any serious shooting needs to be done, I'm more than happy to let the boys deal with it.

“You guys coming?” Bonnie yells from the stairs up to her place. I point at the guys apologetically, but she shakes her head. “Bring them, too. You can keep your clothes on just a little bit longer!”

I shrug. “I guess we're going?”

Crank laughs. “I know better than to fuck around with Bonnie. We're going.” The other two grunt agreement.

Once upstairs, I have to laugh. Bonnie's got three big tubs of ice cream in the center of the table that she's dishing out in bowls, while Anne is liberally applying chocolate syrup on top. “I promised you ice cream, remember? Since we didn't make it then, we're doing it now. Now take a bowl, and sit down.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Poe says.

A few minutes later, the four of us are on Bonnie's couch, me in Savage's lap, all of us eating ice cream while Anne and Bonnie are playing a game involving dragons and laser swords on the TV. Jessica took one of the chairs and is just happily watching while she eats.

Turns out that a motorcycle club is a lot like a family, just a family you pick instead of one you grow up with. In some ways, that's better. When you can choose those closest to you, you can make sure they're ones who understand you, who like you for who you are, not just because you're related, and who will move Heaven and Earth to keep you safe.

I snuggle into Savage, trying not to spill ice cream on him while I eat. Not everyone is lucky enough to find the perfect partner in life, but somehow I found three.

And with them, the extended family I never knew I needed, but that I know I'll never want to give up.

“I love you,” I whisper, not to anyone in particular, but I think only the guys hear it.

Three hands settle on my side, my hip, my calf, all of them stroking me.

“Love you, too,” they all say at the same time.

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