Gen Pop (Souls Chapel Revenants MC #6) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Biker, 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: 69356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
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Gen Pop (Souls Chapel Revenants MC #6)

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Lani Lynn Vale

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Hangry: adjective—feeling irritable or irrationally angry as a result of being hungry. Sometimes, Crockett felt that in her soul.
And, of course, the one time that she’s being ‘irrationally angry’ would be the time that the hottest guy on the continent walked into her place of business dressed in prison orange.
She should’ve been afraid. She should’ve taken one look at him and walked the other way. But, she didn’t.
Crockett Archer, better known as a doormat extraordinaire, didn’t walk away from the people she knew needed her. She’d never been able to do it with a father that didn’t love her, and she wouldn’t be able to do it with a man that didn’t think he deserved a chance at love.
One look is all it takes for Zach Caruso to know that Crockett could be his. All he would have to do is snap his fingers, and she’d fall right into the palm of his hand. Which is why Zach turns around and walks far, far away.
He tries not to look back. He tries to leave her be. But then he sees how she’s treated by the people that are supposed to love her, and all cognitive thoughts seem to flee his rational brain.
One second, he’s running in the opposite direction. The next, he’s playing her knight in dingy armor. God help her.
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CHAPTER 1

Fuck.

-Zach’s secret thoughts

ZACH

Six months ago

“I’m sorry, but we’re all out.”

“You’re out of Bud Light?” The customer stiffened. “Who the hell runs out of Bud Light on a Friday?”

The woman behind the counter looked uncomfortable as hell.

“The kind that doesn’t have a delivery truck show up, moron.”

My eyes went to the old man in the corner of the front porch who’d been steadily rocking in his rocking chair since I’d arrived at the store.

He had great hearing if he could make out what was being said at the counter when it was a half a store away from him.

Bud Light guy stiffened.

“Listen,” he said. “This is the only store between here and my house. What else you got beer-wise?”

Crockett pointed to the cooler doors. “That’s literally all we have. Like my grandfather so eloquently said, we didn’t have our delivery today like we usually do. They said they would retry to deliver on Monday.”

I winced, knowing what was coming next.

“Retry?” the man barked. “What the fuck does retry mean?”

“It means that she was out on lunch break when they tried to deliver, at the completely wrong time seeing as they usually deliver around ten in the morning, not two, and she has to eat by a certain time or shit starts to hit the fan for her. So, she missed it seeing as I was napping in the back room at the same time. Shit happens. Now go the fuck away and try not to come back. You’re annoying the piss out of me.”

“Murphy,” the curvy brunette growled, getting more upset with the old man than she was with the customer who deserved her ire. “Please, you’re not helping.”

“Sure, I’m helping.” The old man, obviously named Murphy, sauntered into the room. “You’re just too nice. People like this dolt don’t care that you’re human. They care that you’re out of beer, and they can’t get it, so they’re going to be assholes.”

I snorted.

That’s when her eyes came to me, and my breath caught.

Her eyes.

Though her body was banging—I loved curves, and the woman had a whole lot of them—and her face was beautiful, her eyes were just… mesmerizing.

I’m talking, stare into them and fall into a deep well of nothingness because all you can think about were how fuckin’ out of this world her eyes were.

They were like looking into the bluest of eyes through a crystal. The iris of her eye was like a starburst explosion of crystal blue, bright light blue, almost white, and streaks of darker blue that were just mesmerizing.

Seriously, there weren’t adequate words in the English language that could describe her eyes.

And I was a fucking doctor. I knew my words. Had to have years of school and writing papers to become a fucking doctor.

But yeah, her eyes. Wow.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She smiled, her straight white teeth only adding to her beauty. “I didn’t see you standing there. Can I help you with something?”

The man that cut me off, Mr. Impatient Bud Light Guy, looked over and saw me.

Then he blanched.

“I’m sorry,” he stuttered. “I didn’t see you either.”

I shrugged.

“I want a burger.” I gestured toward the grill. “Everything on it but cheese.”

She frowned, looking down at her watch.

It was ten until closing time, so I knew that it would be a long shot. But I was hungry, my house was empty, and this really was the only place that had food to eat between here and town. A town called Kilgore, Texas that was over thirty minutes away from Souls Chapel, Texas.

My new home.

“You don’t have to…” I started.

But she waved me off. “No, it’s fine. I can make you one. It’s not like I’ve cleaned up all the way yet. How would you like your burger cooked?”

That question threw me off guard.

It’d been awhile since I’d been on the ‘outside’ between holding cells, waiting on trial and actual jail so, I hadn’t been given the option of how to cook anything recently.

It was startling how unprepared I was for the question.

“Just cook it however you want,” I managed to say.

She nodded once and then turned the grill on before going back to the man who’d been asking for beer.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated. “Is there anything else I can get you today?”

The man hadn’t looked away from me yet.

Why?

Because I was still in my prison uniform.

It was an orange jumpsuit with ‘JAIL’ written down one leg, ‘Bear Bottom Penitentiary’ written on the breast pocket, and so tight around my thighs that it was cutting off circulation.

“In case you’re wondering,” I said to the man. “I’m not a fugitive of the law, and I didn’t escape jail. My clothes no longer fit, and I didn’t want to stay there any longer than I had to. Therefore, I wore my prison-issued uniform out of the gate.”

The man blinked, nodded once, and then took off without another word.


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