Malicious: A Nomad Biker Novel (Raiders of Valhalla MC Book 1) Elizabeth Knox (dark books to read txt) đ
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âEasy for you to say, you have a place to rest your head,â she grunts out in aggravation.
âDonât even start with me. Itâs your fault you got yourself into this situation. I tried to help you so many times, but you keep doing the same things.â Maybe if she came here to help when my grandmother was sick, she mightâve been able to get the small cabin in the forest, but my mom canât ever be bothered to do anything for anyone besides herself.
âI shouldnât have even called you,â my mom huffs before hanging up on me.
âCharm! I need to vent about some shit, stat!â my best friend, Fern, yells from the foyer, causing me to practically crap my pants. Jesus. Why she canât announce her presence like a normal person is beyond me.
âGood, âcause my mom just called me and I have stuff to vent about too,â I tell her as I turn around. She cocks a brow and I know the sass is coming.
âYou shouldnât even be answering her calls. Sheâs nothing but a money-hungry hoe.â Fern glances down and quickly realizes she doesnât have something. âCrap, Iâll be right back. Forgot my phone in the car, and you know everyone at work uses me as their lifeline when shit goes haywire.â I wave Fern off and go into the living room, taking a seat on my comfortable new sectional couch.
The doorbell rings and I figure itâs Fern, that she accidentally locked herself out, so I get up from the couch and head toward the front door. The second Iâm able to get to the door and swing it open, Iâm a bit taken aback by whatâs right in front of my face.
âCan I help you, officers?â I question the two men in police uniforms standing on my porch. One is tall with sandy blond hair, while the other is built like a tank and has a black buzz cut. For a second, I wonder if theyâre strippers because they look that good.
The one with the buzz cut takes a step forward. âMaâam, I think you should have a seat.â
My gut instantly clenches at those words. Officers only say things like this when someoneâs died, or something horrible has taken place. God, whatâs going on?
âIf itâs all the same to you, Iâd rather stand. Now, whatâs the meaning of this? Somethingâs obviously happened.â I donât mean to sound so stern, but Iâd be lying if I said I wasnât being a bit sassy with them. Thereâs nothing I hate more than waiting or surprises. Absolutely nothing.
âAlright, well, I hate to be the bearer of this news. Your neighbor, Amanda, has been killed in a car accident. Weâve reached out to her sister, Ashley, and obtained approval from the aunt of the children to have you sit with the children and wait for their father to get here. From what weâve gathered, he wonât be able to get here until mid-afternoon tomorrow, given heâs across the country.â The officer continues speaking and tells me what this means, that heâs so sorry, and asks if Iâm alright.
But Iâm stuck trying to process this.
Amandaâs dead.
The only woman on this street whoâs been kind to me while others have whispered about how Iâm a witch, or mongrel . . . sheâs dead.
âPlease tell me this is a mistake,â I murmur lightly while tears spill from the corner of my eyes.
The blond officer grabs my hand and frowns. âI wish we could, but you know as well as I do, this isnât. As much as I hate asking you this, we need to know youâll go over and keep the children company until their father arrives. Otherwise, we need to call DCF and get someone over there.â
I nod, understanding what heâs trying to say. âYes, of course. Iâll head over as soon as you both leave. I just need to lock up and walk over.â
âThank you. Iâm sure the children would appreciate you being there versus some stranger,â the one with the buzz cut says. I nod, not sure what else to do.
Both of the officers walk off the porch and I grab my keys from the hook. I lock the door before heading over to Amandaâs house, knowing these kids will probably be a complete wreck.
Fern comes up to me and widens her eyes. âWhat the hell was that about?â
âAmanda, my neighbor. You know her, right?â
âThe one with the three kids, yeah?â
âI nod, sheâs dead. They asked me to go sit with the kids until their dad gets here tomorrow.â
âOh god, Iâm so sorry. Want me to tag along? Obviously we canât bitch, but Iâm sure thereâs tons of other stuff we can do.â
âYeah, this is going to be so hard. I feel so bad for them.â I accept her gracious offer and we both walk across the property. A few weeks ago we created a little path through our yards, especially since Amanda and I had become such great friends through my grandmotherâs illness.
Inhaling a deep breath, I relax as much as I can and prepare to go mend these little hearts. I canât imagine the way theyâre feeling right now.
Chapter Two
Fenrir
The entire time it took for Marker to get the clubâs plane ready to go, Iâd called the police at the Tallahassee department to inform them I was on my way. They confirmed my kids were with a friend of my exâs at the house.
Runes made sure I knew weâd discuss shit after my brothers and he joined me in Florida. Right now, I need to focus on my kids.
Fuck, I still canât believe Amandaâs gone. My mind wanders to our last conversation.
âOskar and Emil say they want a bike like yours,â Amanda murmurs through the line.
âI donât see why they canât have one when theyâre old enough.â I
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