Inmate of the Month (Souls Chapel Revenants MC #7) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Biker, Contemporary, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Souls Chapel Revenants MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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I clicked on an ad on Harlow’s Facebook page, following the leopard print duck boots to a boutique’s website before seeing if they had my size.

They did.

“Kitty Cat, are you going to talk to me, or ignore me?” Trent asked smoothly.

Luckily, before I could answer, Harlow came back into the room.

“Probably ignore you if you’re talking about Thor,” Harlow chirped as she walked up to Trent’s side, pressed a kiss to his cheek, and walked to her protein shaker cup. She picked it up and shook it at him. “This was mine.”

“I know.” He beamed at her. “But I couldn’t find any of mine this morning when I was leaving, so I borrowed yours.”

“Well, you borrowing mine meant that I couldn’t take any protein with me to the gym today,” she scolded him. A normal argument between the two.

See, Trent was also a selfish asshole.

He knew damn well that Harlow only had one protein shaker. Meaning, when he left his eighteen in his car—still coated with protein powder—he’d just use hers, even if it put her in a bind. And, when he finally took the time to gather up his shaker bottles, he didn’t take them to his own house. He took them to Harlow’s, threw them in the sink, and expected her to wash them.

Which was disgusting, I might add.

Because nine times out of ten, that shaker cup was sitting in the heat, in Trent’s car, for at least three days. And let me tell you something, folks. Fermented protein powder was disgusting.

It smelled god awful, and I had no clue why Harlow allowed it.

“Sorry, doll.” Trent grinned. “And I still don’t see why she won’t give Thor a chance to explain.”

Thor was Trent’s brother. Thor was, sadly, not taking the hint, either.

“Give him a chance to explain why he was fucking that girl in Cat’s ride?” Harlow asked, fuming now.

There wasn’t much that made Harlow mad, but Trent’s ambivalence to Thor’s actions made her hot.

And set her off each and every time.

Trent, seeing this, started to hold his hands up in a placating gesture. “Listen, I’m just seeing how sad he is. I know that he didn’t mean anything by it. He doesn’t love her like he loves Kitty Cat.”

Harlow rolled her eyes. Hard.

“Seriously?” she asked. “Thor knew exactly what he was doing. He was just hoping that he wouldn’t be caught. And you know how much she hates that nickname, so stop using it.”

It wasn’t that I hated the nickname as much as who was using it.

Thor and Trent used it in a degrading way.

I wanted to junk punch them each time they used it.

“It’s just in good fun,” Trent tried.

Harlow angrily spun the top off of her shaker cup, spilling gross protein all over the counter and herself.

She growled. “How many times do I have to tell you to wash this out when you’re done? I don’t want it to stink like yours do.”

“Can I not do anything right today?” Trent asked.

Harlow narrowed her eyes.

“The fact that you think adultery is ‘okay’ and the fact that you continuously do things that you know piss me off, makes me mad,” she explained. “I’m sorry that you don’t care enough about me to see that. You can go, Trent.”

Trent narrowed his eyes. “I leave, and I’m not coming back tonight.”

Harlow’s eyes narrowed. “You leave, and it’ll make me happy.”

Trent’s teeth ground together, and he narrowed his eyes right back at her.

“You won’t have my cock tonight. And that pussy is greedy,” Trent countered. “You okay with that?”

Harlow’s face went red. “Your cock is nothing to write home about, Trent. I can get myself off with my vibrator just as easily as I can with your penis. If not easier, if I’m being honest. And I don’t just force it in there. I get myself nice and wet first, to make sure that my vagina isn’t sore the next day.”

“I’m out,” he grumbled. “Have a good one, Kitty Cat.”

With that, he was gone, slamming the door to Harlow’s half of the duplex on his way out.

Sadly, Trent was just the next duplex over.

Which meant, when he slammed into his own door a few minutes later, then cranked up the music that he knew Harlow hated, we heard every second of it.

“You can come sleep at my place,” I offered.

Her eye twitched as she washed the cup out, then set it to soak in the sink.

“I’m breaking up with him,” she grumbled. “I was going to do it tonight, but then I heard that.” She gestured toward her computer. “Might’ve happened. So I had to investigate.”

My mouth all but fell open. “You what?”

“I’m going to break up with him.” She paused. “And there’s something else.”

I was honestly worried sick about the look that took over her face.

“What?” I asked, feeling my heart start to race.


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