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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Now she really was curious about what he did for a paycheck, besides stripping.

“I don’t have my phone on me. It’s stored in my locker. Do you have yours?”

He slipped his phone from his back pocket. A phone he really shouldn’t have in the club according to Mel’s own policy. But then, she let him walk into the club with a knife, too, so there was that.

When he was ready, she rattled off her number.

After plugging it into his contacts, he lifted his head and tucked his phone away. “I just texted your phone so you have my number.”

“Sounds good. I’ll text you tomorrow night if she shows up. If not, it’ll have to be another time.”

“No problem, as long as you agree to come to dinner with me.”

Before she could answer, the back door opened and Taint himself strode through it.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath.

Danny immediately spun around, for the most part becoming a wall between her and the biker. Did he do that on purpose?

She stepped to his side anyway. She couldn’t get out of dealing with the head biker, unfortunately. Not if she wanted to keep her job.

“Who’s that?” Danny asked her quietly. His narrowed hazel eyes remaining on the approaching man.

She sighed. “Taint.”

“That’s him?”

“You should probably go. I need to get back out on the floor.”

“Are you going to be okay? You don’t want me to stick around?”

A lot more meaning was behind his questions than what he was actually asking. It was a whole vibe. As in, he thought she might need protection.

That was sweet.

But totally unnecessary.

“Can you find your way back out?”

“Sure.” He dropped the volume of his voice to the point Mel could barely hear him ask, “You sure you don’t want me to stick around for a few?”

“I’ll be fine. I appreciate the offer.”

He nodded, but that gesture did not match his guarded expression. “You have my number, text me if you need me.”

Her brow furrowed. What was he going to do? Go against Taint if the biker stepped out of line? The man had a whole outlaw army behind him. Danny was only one man. A dancer, at that.

Yes, he was built like a brick house, but she knew Taint was packing at least one gun and most likely had a couple of knives on him, too.

“Thank you. And I’ll let you know about tomorrow night.”

He reached out and squeezed her shoulder. “Text me if you need me. I’ll wait in my car for a few.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’m used to him and I’ll be fine. But I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Not a problem.” When he turned to face her, his jaw shifted. And for a second, she didn’t think he was going to leave. But after another nod, this time with his expression carefully masked, he headed out toward the main area of the club.

Suddenly, Mel felt very alone.

Despite that, she stood her ground as Taint stopped in front of her.

The fucker sucked on his teeth and took his time running his gaze over her. Of course, he paused on her breasts before continuing all the way down to her high heels.

Asshole.

When Cookie wasn’t around he was always eye-fucking the girls or trying to touch them.

“Should show your legs more.”

And you should go choke on your own dick. “I need to get back on the floor.”

As she turned, he snagged her arm and pulled her back to him. “Who was that?” He jerked his chin in the direction Danny went.

Mel glanced down at his hand on her arm. Unlike Danny, Taint did not release her. Instead, he tightened his grip. “He was one of the dancers from last night. He forgot something and came back to pick it up.”

She gave her arm a little jerk. A message for him to let her go.

He stared at her for far too long, with a look that made her stomach churn, before loosening his fingers. She rubbed her bare arm where he’d held her. It didn’t hurt, she only wanted to brush away the memory of his touch.

“Before you go out there, got business to go over.”

Great. What that fucker knew about running a business could fit on a grain of sand. “What about?”

“Fire that fuckin’ Chris guy and that other guy… The bouncer. Whatever his fuckin’ name is.” Saint squinted as he thought.

Like squinting would help him think.

Mel somehow managed to avoid rolling her eyes. She made the mistake of doing it once when the Demons first took over and Saint had actually grabbed her by the throat. Luckily, Chris had stepped in, pulling the angry biker’s focus to him instead.

Losing her best bartender would be a major hit for the club. He’d been with her for years now and was the one who volunteered to work last night. He also made her the best margaritas.


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