Che (Golden Glades Henchmen MC #2) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
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Che (Golden Glades Henchmen MC #2)

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It was starting to seem like we would never get a break.
We just needed a little peace, some time to add new members, build our club up, so we could take on whatever threats were coming our way.

How could we have known that a new threat would be coming hot on the heels of someone I hadn’t seen in nearly a decade, someone who was back to call in a marker, someone who was in trouble. And, perhaps, someone I wanted to keep in my present, and my future.
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Chapter One

Che

"Don't mind me," Harmon said, curling up on the couch with a giant bowl of popcorn. "This is like watching a movie," she added, shooting Huck a smirk when he sighed at her.

"We're having church," Huck told her.

"That's such a funny term since I'm pretty sure you'd all catch fire if you tried to go to church," she mused.

"It's club shit, babe," he tried, knowing he was losing the battle. It wouldn't be the first one. Or the last.

"I know. And since I have a vested interest in the club doing well, I figure I am an auxiliary member now. Like Teddy," she added, sharing a smile with him. "Please, proceed," she invited, waving her hand.

He knew he could argue the point, but that he would waste time that would ultimately have the same outcome, so he shook his head and leaned back against the wall.

"The Chechens," McCoy reminded him.

"Right," Huck agreed. "The Chechens. Remy got word that they just had a big welcoming party yesterday."

"Who are they welcoming?" McCoy asked.

"That's the question, isn't it?" Huck asked. "I have Arty looking into it, but we might need some more eyes around their headquarters. If they have a big player coming in from the old country, we might have a shitstorm on our hands in the near future."

"Oh, the plot thickens," Harmon said, tossing popcorn into her mouth, getting a chuckle out of Remy and a smile from Teddy, who'd always had a soft spot for her. "Question," she added, getting a low curse from her man.

"What, babe?" Huck asked, patience strained.

"All of this super covert mission stuff, is that going to get in the way of the raised garden beds someone promised me would be done six months ago, but the wood is still all piled in the backyard?"

"Harmon," Huck grumbled, getting a smile from her. "I think maybe you shouldn't be at church," he informed her. "You know, for plausible deniability reasons in case shit ever goes down, and the cops come in."

"Sure, sure, make the pregnant lady haul her ever-widening ass off the comfortable couch she just got onto. That's not rude or anything."

Huck had, thus far, proven an overprotective soon-to-be father. So when Harmon played the pregnancy card, he tended to comply almost immediately.

He was standing his ground on this one, though. "All the more reason you shouldn't be in on this conversation," he told her. "That baby is going to need someone here for it if I ever get locked up. Or worse."

The dark look that crossed Harmon's face said he'd hit the nerve he'd been looking for.

"I don't know why you have to say things like that," she snapped, unfolding from the couch, shooting daggers at him as a piece of popcorn rolled off her rounded belly.

"Because it's a legitimate worry," Huck insisted.

We were a relatively new chapter still. We didn't have the kinds of connections our mother chapter had back in Navesink Bank, New Jersey. We didn't have the cops in our pockets, paid to look the other way, or to tip us off if something was about to go down.

We were working on it, but it was a situation that called for some finesse.

"I know it's a worry," Harmon snapped again, but her lower lip was wobbling.

She'd been pretty even-tempered through the beginning of her pregnancy, but she'd been jumping from moods so quickly these days, you could get whiplash. Still, it was a small price to pay to have a new life in their family.

"Alright. No, no," Huck said, looking panicked. "It's fine. Nothing is going to happen to us."

"You can't promise that."

"You're right," he agreed, placating her because the tears were starting. "But I can promise you that even if I did get caught up with the law, that Teddy's rich ass over here would put you guys up in a mansion while you wait for me."

"I don't want a mansion," she snapped, back to anger, making McCoy and Remy share a smirk.

"Are you feeling okay?" Huck asked. "You're looking a little pale. Maybe it would be good to rest for a while."

Harmon hadn't caught on yet, but Huck used that line when she was being particularly grumpy, knowing she needed rest, and reminding her that she was, for all intents and purposes, a high-risk pregnancy because of her epilepsy, so she needed to be careful and take it easy, not get too stressed out.

"I am tired," she agreed, sighing. "But I want to know if something serious is going on with the Chechens."

"If or when that happens, I will let you know," Huck assured her, leading her upstairs to their room. He came back down a few minutes later, running a hand through his hair. "Can one of you assholes find a woman already, so they can commiserate with each other while we kick them out of church?" he asked, taking a deep breath. "Where were we? Right. Possible new player in town."


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