Son of a Beard (The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #3)
Lani Lynn Vale
Dedication
This part is always hard for me to write. So I’m going to go with what I feel for right now.
Today is my dad’s birthday. I forgot. It feels weird to think that I forgot, when ten years ago, or even five, I would’ve called him and or gone to visit him. It had never even occurred to me that today was his birthday until my husband mentioned it over dinner.
So, this book is going to be dedicated to him…or at least the memory of him. Of the dad that I used to have. I loved that man, and I wish that I had him back.
Acknowledgements
Kellie Montgomery—one of the most amazing people, and editors I know. Thank you for taking my babies and making them perfect.
Asli—Thank you so much for loving my books as much as I do. They need you like I do.
Danielle Palumbo—I don’t even think I can call you an editor. At this point, you’re like a lifeline. You’re the woman that catches my plot holes and tells me when shit doesn’t jive. Thank you for everything that you do.
Furiousfotog/Golden Czermak—Don’t ever stop taking photos. They’re pure gold.
Tank Joey—I love your beard, and it fit this book and character perfectly.
Mom—you deserve just as much recognition as anyone does. Thank you for spending your days off with my babies—both literally and figuratively. You’re the best damn dad (and mom) ever.
Prologue
I don’t understand your specific brand of crazy, but I do commend your devotion to it.
-Truth to his ex
Truth
“Anybody home?” I called loudly as I came out of my workshop.
Destiny didn’t answer and I frowned.
I could’ve sworn I heard something.
“Destiny?” I rumbled, peaking my head around the corner of the bedroom of the single bedroom shotgun house I shared with her.
Empty. As was the bathroom that I could see due to the door being wide open, and all the lights being on.
I could see Destiny’s makeup, clothes, and shoes strewn all over the floor of not just the bathroom, but the bedroom as well.
She’d gotten dressed in a hurry.
Normally, she didn’t leave the expensive dresses I’d bought her lying in a heap like that unless it was because I’d thrown it there after ripping it from her body.
And boy did she have a sexy body.
That was the only thing keeping us together at this point. The sex—or the sex we used to have. We hadn’t had it in a while, and at this point, there wasn't much keeping us together.
It was always good, which made it hard to kick her to the curb because she was convenient.
If I didn’t have her to come home to, I wouldn’t have the nightly sex I craved.
And I wasn’t the type to spread my dick around to the women that I knew I could land. They always had expectations.
Destiny, however, did not. She didn’t expect me to marry her. Hell, a lot of nights she didn’t even expect me to come home at all.
Which was good seeing as I was a member of The Dixie Wardens MC, Mooresville, Alabama chapter.
Sometimes I spend the night at the clubhouse after a club party—which she most certainly did not go to—and she doesn’t complain.
Growling when I saw the empty bracelet box that was supposed to contain the bracelet I’d bought her for Christmas, one she wasn’t supposed to wear unless it was a special occasion due to the fact that it cost several thousand dollars, was laying haphazardly on the night stand. I turned off the light and headed to the front door.
The kitchen was empty, as was the living room as I passed through it on my way.
So what had I heard?
Something caught my attention before I could get there, though.
Some motion.
I could see something moving outside through the sheer white curtains that Destiny insisted we had to have, and I stopped, my eyes narrowed as I focused.
That was where I parked my bike.
On the side of the house, hugged right up against the window so I could see it as we passed in and out of the living room.
That bike was my baby.
The absolute best thing that’d ever happened to me in my entire life.
And someone was sitting on it.
Was it Destiny?
I hated when she did that.
She’d lean on it when she went outside to talk on her phone, because I’ll be the first to admit that she was obnoxiously loud when she was on the phone, and I would complain if she didn’t go outside.
I’d tell her not to lean on it, because her weight could offset the balance of the kickstand and cause it to smash into the side of the house, and then I’d have to fix a dent or a scratch, and I most assuredly didn’t want to do that, but she’d do it anyway.
Just to piss me off, I was sure.
So that was what I expected as I flicked open the curtains to peer outside.
I’d been about to raise my finger to tap on the glass when what I was seeing through the window finally registered in my brain.
Destiny was on my bike all right, but some man was on it, too.
Some man with his balls laying unbound against the leather of my seat.
The leather that I’d fucking stitched by goddamned hand.
The leather that I’d searched high and low for and specifically chosen after finding it in a motherfucking magazine.
The leather that’d seen no one’s ass but mine—and not even that was bare.
Anger welled up inside of me, and I finally took my eyes off the man’s balls sticking to my seat going up to the man’s face, and that’s about when everything exploded.
Because it wasn’t bad enough that they were fucking on my bike.
No, the man that Destiny was fucking on my bike was my cousin.
The same cousin who made my younger years a living hell with his teasing about my pretty boy looks and my “girlie” hands.
Hands that were now rough and strong from years of doing what I loved—being a swordsmith.
Somehow, I found my Colt .45 in my hand, and somehow, I pointed it at the man’s head.
And before you get all bent out of shape, the safety was on.
He, however, did not know that.
Tapping on the glass with the gun, I made sure that the laser in the grips was activated and pointed right at about eye level.
So when he turned toward the sound of my tapping, he got a red laser straight to the eye, causing him to look up and blink at me in confusion.
I let up off the laser, allowing him to see just what was waiting for him, causing him to freeze.
“Get off my bike,” I growled.
The window muffled the words, I was sure, but he got the gist of what I said fairly fast.
Hopping off and dislodging his pee-wee sized cock from Destiny’s pussy, I watched dispassionately as she fell to the ground in a wet pile of dirt, causing her to cry out in confusion.
She looked up in bewilderment at Kenneth, my asshole cousin, who was busy trying to tuck his tiny pecker back into his perfectly tailored slacks, and followed his gaze.
I let my real feelings out from behind the veil I was using to contain them with, and Destiny understood completely.