Get Tragic (Battle Crows MC #5) - Lani Lynn Vale
Usually when you find out you have a stalker, you don’t fall in love with him.
But Banger Olivia Crest isn’t your normal, run of the mill, everyday girl. Banger is a truck driver who just so happens to know how to sling drinks in her spare time.
She’s had a bad hand dealt to her time after time, and the last thing that she wants is to go all in. At least, that’s until she meets the geeky biker with his shy looks, and his surprisingly awesome fighting skills.
Easton McKennick, ex-FBI agent and newest member of the Battle Crows MC, never really intended to actually reveal that he’d been stalking Banger since his early days in the FBI. In fact, he never intended to do anything at all when it came to the woman that held his heart.
That was, until she offered to be his fake date to a police ball that just so happened to be where his own stalker would be. To sell it that he was happy and he’d moved on from his previous relationship, Banger and Easton pretend they’re a couple.
All it takes is two hours for them both to realize that there’s not very much pretending going on.
The only problem is, Easton’s stalker put a bull’s-eye on their backs, and they don’t know how to fix it.
Fuck you and your job and your sister and your dog.
-Or however that song goes.
When your brother sells you to get rid of you, you should know that you’re not a very likable person.
At least, that was what he’d overheard the mother say to her daughter a few moments after seeing her again after she’d had to rescue herself from a kidnapping.
They—the police, not her mother—had been nice enough to pay for her flight to get her back to her dad’s house. Why her dad’s, and not her mom’s and stepdad’s house, where she’d lived the majority of her life?
Because her mom and stepdad were on vacation in the Bahamas and had been there for going on a month now to celebrate ten years of marriage. They’d only flown home to make sure that whatever bullshit the press scrounged up made them look good. Once they knew they were in the clear, they’d flown back to their vacation, leaving their traumatized daughter behind.
If I’d had my way, I wouldn’t have allowed her to leave my sight at all.
But, sadly, I didn’t have my way.
In fact, very rarely lately did I get the choice to do anything that I wanted to do.
Like kill O’Ryan, the so-called ‘brother’ of Banger Crest.
But after hearing from his superiors in a meeting with the top dogs of the FBI that not only would O’Ryan be going into protective custody because he’d copped a plea deal, but also because O’Ryan was connected AF? Well, let’s just say I’d no longer decided to be the better person.
All my life, I’d been the one that’d taken the hits, but never served them back karma style in retaliation.
But after seeing that look on Banger’s face, hearing her mother’s words, and realizing that the FBI wasn’t going to do a damn thing to help?
My faith in the FBI was no longer where it should be.
After Banger got home, and returned to normal life, I’d tried to let it ride.
I’d tried to forget about her.
I’d tried, and failed.
I couldn’t let it ride.
So I did what I had to do.
Found who I had to find after he’d been entered into a witness protection program.
And the moment he sang like a canary and thought he would be free, I made sure to let him know his assumptions were wrong.
He wasn’t free.
He wouldn’t ever be free again.
And I took him to the one place that I knew they could make sure of it.
The Battle Crows MC.
Where I eventually became a fully patched member and joined the wrong side of the law.
It felt fucking wonderful.
To Whom It May Concern:
This is an anonymous letter sent to you by someone that felt that you needed to know what will be said in this letter. It was not sent in a malicious way, but in a way that clearly shows that anonymous wants to help. Not hurt.
A long time ago, when they started coming to the gym, it was their happy place. Their one place that they could go to relax, unwind, and get a workout in. But it’d also turned into a family environment that they could stay at for hours if they wanted