Beyond the Badge – Fletch (Blue Avengers MC #1) Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Biker, Mafia, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blue Avengers MC Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
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Unfortunately, Fletch couldn’t tell if the approaching biker was a Demon without seeing the back of the guy’s cut, but he sure as fuck hoped that was who he was reeling in. The big man got a few back slaps along the way, so he must be well known in the bar. That could be a good sign.

As he worked his way over to them, Fletch noticed a scar split his right eyebrow and a longer one marred his left cheek. He narrowed his eyes on the man’s name patch.

Wolf.

With as shaggy as his face and hair was, he did kind of remind Fletch of a wolf. A mangy one that smelled as if it rolled around in a dead animal carcass. And not just once, either. The funk was so bad his eyes burned and he wanted to plug his damn nostrils.

Holy fuck, didn’t these assholes take showers on the regular? Or was it that they didn’t do laundry and wore their clothes until they were fucking ripe and could walk away on their own?

He couldn’t imagine a sweet butt or even an ol’ lady being forced to suck their dicks and not have them gagging.

Fletch wanted to gag at that thought.

If his nostrils had to be assaulted, this man better be a fucking Demon.

The Big Bad Wolf took his time eye-fucking Nova first and Fletch fought to keep his upper lip from lifting into a sneer.

He gave the biker a chin lift. “Ghost. Dirty Angels.”

“Wolf,” came the grunt along with an answering chin lift. “Deadly Demons.”

Thank fucking fuck. Now they were getting somewhere.

Fletch grabbed Nova’s pussy over her jeans. “See you checkin’ out my ol’ lady. Like what you see?”

“Yeah. You lend her out?”

Jesus fuck with these people. “Ain’t offerin’, just askin’.”

“You askin’ made it sound like you were offerin’.”

“Don’t share her outside my own brotherhood.”

Fletch forced himself to stay loose when Wolf reached out and drug a thumb over Nova’s bottom lip. The fingers she had clamped on his thigh dug painfully into the muscle but that was the only indication that Wolf’s touch bothered her.

“Fuckin’ shame,” Wolf grumbled. “Looks like she could do some damage.”

“Damn right she can. Name might be Kitten, but she’s more of a fuckin’ wild cat. Got the scratches and bites to prove it.”

Wolf’s nostrils flared with heat and interest as he took a closer look at Nova. Maybe Fletch needed to dial it back some before he got another offer to purchase her. Or even rent her for an hour.

“Said she ain’t no kitten. Guessin’ she likes it rough.”

“Not just rough, begs me to choke her the fuck out. And she comes just from me slippin’ my belt off ‘cause she knows what’s happenin’ next. Why she’s wearin’ my cut. Also why she ain’t sittin’ down. Her ass got stripes on it right now that won’t go away ’til next week.”

When Wolf slid a hand over the zipper of his jeans, Fletch noticed the biker sported an erection.

Christ, he needed to back it down before the Demon decided he wanted to claim Nova for himself and plugged a bullet between Fletch’s eyes right there in Hawg Wild.

Wolf stared at Nova for far too long before finally lifting his bloodshot eyes and narrowing them on Fletch. “Never see you Angels in this bar. Why ain’t you hangin’ out at The Iron Horse?”

With a casual shrug, Fletch explained, “New to the area. When me an’ the ol’ ball an’ chain went explorin’ last weekend, came across this biker friendly bar an’ stopped in for a cold one.” He paused before challenging sharply, “Got a problem with us bein’ here?”

“I say that?”

“No, but sure actin’ that way. Ain’t here to make fuckin’ trouble. Just enjoyin’ the atmosphere.” Holy fuck, he hoped that lie came off as truth. “This is more our kinda place. The Iron Horse gets borin’. More action here than there.”

The Demon’s dark eyes narrowed again and suspicion colored his next question. “New to the club, but got your fuckin’ patches already?”

“Ain’t new to the life, new to the DAMC.”

“Whataya mean?”

“Was up north with the Blood Fury for the past few years. Ol’ lady’s pop got cancer an’ we hadta come down here to take care of ‘im. He passed, so we’re gonna get his house once the estate’s settled. Since the Fury’s an ally with the Angels, they let me patch over. Can’t be livin’ as Fury in Angel territory. Angels want their dues.” He needed to redirect Wolf. “What about you? Thought the Demons were in West Virginia but your patch says otherwise. Last I checked, Uniontown ain’t in your home state.”

Wolf’s eyes hooded and it took him a few moments to respond. “Prez got me setting up a chapter here.”

“For what reason?”

Wolf’s head jerked back and his already big body suddenly seemed to expand. “We fuckin’ need one?”


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