Beyond the Badge – Decker (Blue Avengers MC #3) Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Biker, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Blue Avengers MC Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
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Until there were none left to choose from.

She was so damn wasted and this wasn’t recent. She’d been like this for a while. He was surprised her organs hadn’t shut down yet.

Though, they could be on the verge of that.

“Sadie,” he repeated in a loud whisper, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one was entering the room.

Grabbing her chin, he twisted her head toward him to get a good look at her.

Same hair color. Same eye color. He pulled up her picture and placed it next to her face.

His breath seized.

It was her.

He needed to carry her out of there, but not naked and not wrapped in a blanket that was so damn gross he wouldn’t give it to a stray dog to sleep on. He glanced around and found a long-sleeved Harley T-shirt on a pile nearby. Anything was better than that fucking blanket.

He propped her lifeless body up, leaned her against his legs and threw the blanket aside, exposing her long enough he swore he could see every fucking bone under her skin. He could count every rib. She had lost most of her breasts as well as every ounce of fat when her body began to eat itself in an attempt to keep her alive.

He steeled himself from spiraling down to a dark space knowing this rescue might not mean a damn thing if she wasn’t willing to help herself. If she wasn’t willing to even try. If not for herself, then for Sloane.

Pushing his frustration aside, Decker pulled the large tee over her flopping head and tucked her arms into the sleeves. Then he scooped her up in his arms and got to his feet.

Her head lolled back over his arm as he carried her out of the room and down the corridor. She was so damn light, it was like holding one of those fake, plastic skeletons used for Halloween decor. Because of how delicate she was, he was gentle with his grip since he was afraid of breaking her bones.

As he headed toward the nearest exit, her mouth gaped open showing him her meth mouth. Most of her teeth were now gone and what was left most likely would need to be pulled.

It was hard to wrap his mind around the fact this woman was in her twenties.

Halfway down the corridor, he hooked a left and, using his boot, kicked the back door open. His plan was to carry her the long way around to his truck since there was no fucking way he was taking her through the common area. He would be stopped and questioned if he did.

As he strode quickly through the dark around the back of the old gas station, he hoped like fuck the gate was unlocked. If it was chained shut, he was screwed. He’d have to leave Sadie near the gate, make his way back through the clubhouse to get his truck and use it to plow through the gate to get her out of there.

No doubt that would catch some attention.

He breathed a bit easier when he got to the fence and saw, while the gate was closed, it wasn’t locked. He managed to open it without dropping Sadie and hurried through it.

His phone kept vibrating in his back pocket but he couldn’t stop to read the damn messages. His truck was only about ten yards away and he was so close to breaking her out of there that he could taste freedom.

As he rushed to the passenger side of the Ranger, he dug deep into his front pocket to find his key fob, blindly pressing the buttons until the doors unlocked. Then he carefully balanced Sadie in his arms as he ripped the passenger door open.

He propped her lifeless body in the seat, making sure she didn’t fall over, held his breath while latching the seatbelt across her body and slammed the door shut before pulling out his keys and locking the doors again.

His phone began vibrating once again but he needed to get the fuck out of there before someone stopped him.

As he jogged around the hood of the Ford, he came face to face with T-Bone.

Fuck!

“What the fuck you doin’?” T-Bone shouted at him with his long wet hair soaking the T-shirt he wore. His eyes narrowed as he jabbed a finger toward the truck. “She’s mine.”

As T-Bone made a move to get around him, Decker stepped in his way to block him. “The fuck she is.”

Decker was bigger, weighed more and had more training behind him. T-Bone was no match. But then, the man preferred to mess with women.

“Sadie ain’t yours to take,” T-Bone shouted. “You might be a Demon but you still gotta fuckin’ pay. Nobody rides for free.”

“Ain’t payin’ shit. She’s fuckin’ wasted and half dead.”

“Don’t matter. Her cunt still works. You gotta pay to use it.”


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