Beyond the Badge – Finn (Blue Avengers MC #2) Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Blue Avengers MC Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
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Rez grimaced and silently mouthed, “Fuck.”

Finn risked a glance over at Nox. Their BAMC brother was still typing away with his back to the rest of them. Maybe he didn’t hear Rez. Though, that was doubtful since Rez had a big fucking mouth.

Crew huffed out a breath and shook his head, glaring at Rez.

“Where would we put those cameras?” Decker asked, trying to move past Rez’s fuck-up.

“Definitely one or two facing the back lot since that’s the area where we have zero visibility. We should put one inside the van, too, so we can capture whatever’s going on in there. Also one in the office for the hell of it. Your girl will have to give us access afterhours to install them.”

Your girl. “I’ll have her give me the new security code if Saint changed it.” His educated guess was, to keep Finn out, Saint immediately changed it after the earlier incident.

“We’ll need to make sure whoever installs the system isn’t caught on the cameras that are still functioning. That would fuck up everything,” Crew announced as if none of them knew that. “And from the footage you got us, it looks like there are a bunch of cameras on the inside.”

“Yes, there are. In the lobby, pointed at the bar, the tables, the hallway, the stage. They’re everywhere except the bathrooms, the dressing room and the…” Fuck, did the VIP rooms have hidden cameras? If they did, he hoped Mel would’ve mentioned that before they had sex in there.

Finn glanced at Crew. No, there couldn’t have been. If there was, he would’ve never heard the end of it. In fact, he wouldn’t put it past his brothers to put that performance on the big screen downstairs after making a vat of popcorn.

He continued, trying not to think about that possibility. “As of now, Mel still has access to the security footage. Maybe she can shut it off for the time it’ll take us to set up the cameras. Somehow make it look like a glitch.”

“I might know someone who can assist us with that,” Crew murmured, deep in his thoughts.

“What about Rodgers? Does he have skills in that department?” Finn asked about Crew’s fellow DEA agent also on the task force.

“Possibly. I’ll ask him. If not him, then I’m sure I can find someone to manipulate the footage or at least instruct us how to make it look like the gap in time is a glitch and not on purpose.”

“Mel will also have to ensure the security cameras facing the rear lot are still disabled before we go in.” As long as Saint didn’t pull her security access. If he did, that would put a huge kink in their plan.

“Let me see how quickly I can get a drug dog out there and right before the handler goes out, we’ll get Mel to check to make sure those cameras are still disabled. See? As much as you’d like her out of there, we need her.”

Once again, the jackass was right. But that didn’t mean Finn had to like it.

Crew whacked him hard on the back, making him lurch forward. “Brother, I can still see how fucking tense you are about this whole thing with her. Dr. Crewlittle suggests you straddling your original love and take her out for a long ride.”

“Are you talking about Mel or his Harley?” Rez asked with a snort.

“A long ride on either would do him some good,” Crew answered.

“Let’s plan one for Sunday,” Finn suggested, since he was road captain. “We have to get as many in before it gets too cold. Will that work?”

“Count me in,” Rez answered.

A long ride would do Finn some good. It would be even better if he could convince Mel to be his backpack. She’d probably love it. He wondered if she owned any footwear other than fuck-me pumps.

“You just have to be careful that going along doesn’t blow your cover,” Crew said.

Another reminder he didn’t need. “Yeah. I’ll do what I did last time or wear my full-faced helmet with the dark tint.”

Decker stood and, with a loud, obnoxious yawn, stretched his arms over his head. “Damn shame Fletch has been missing out. Never thought I’d hear myself say that the MC isn’t the same without him.”

Crew laughed. “Right? But he can’t ride with us until he’s no longer wearing an Angels’ cut. ’Til then he needs to either ride strictly with Wilder or in formation with the DAMC.”

Nox glanced over his shoulder, his fingers paused over the keyboard. “Are they still letting him ride on their runs?”

Crew answered with, “They are. Even if reluctantly. Good thing the prez of that MC has a reasonable head on his shoulders. That’s our only saving grace for Fletch and Wilder remaining undercover with them. He’s now done over thirty major buys from the Demons. That’s a nice chunk of meth off the streets.”


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