Blood & Bones – Cage (Blood Fury MC #5) Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blood Fury MC Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 113353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
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Just as long as it wasn’t Philly or Cleveland.

Or Baltimore.

He snorted. Yeah, his baby girl would never dress in anything but Pittsburgh colors. Like her old man. Like his old man.

But he didn’t have to worry about that right now. He needed to give her a name. A real name. Not Duchess. Not monkey.

He needed to claim her as his. For real.

He stared at the Harley Low Rider some more.

Harley Lo?

Harlow?

The obvious choice hit him right smack in the middle of his forehead.

Dyna. A nod to a Harley without sounding too obvious.

Dyna Dietrich.

Fuck yes, it was goddamn perfect. And badass, too.

The baby lurched in his arms and warm liquid soaked the towel and the back of his T-shirt.

“Fuck!”

He rushed into the kitchen and put the baby in the little bouncer thingy that sat on top of the kitchen table. He grabbed a wet paper towel and wiped her mouth and chin clean.

She blinked up at him with her grayish-blue eyes, not giving a fuck she just puked all over her father.

He froze as she gurgled, then hiccuped. Then followed it with a sneeze.

Was she dying? Did he do something wrong?

What was wrong with her?

She gurgled again as her little fists jerked and so did her legs.

Her skin was a normal color and she wasn’t crying. That was a good sign, right?

Holy fuck, he had no fucking clue what he was doing. This poor kid was doomed by having to rely on him to keep her alive.

“Sorry, monkey. So fuckin’ sorry you’re stuck with me.” He’d told her that a million times already and probably would tell her that a million more.

He growled his frustration, then scraped his fingers through his hair. When his hair stood up, he realized he’d had spit-up on his fingers.

“Fuck!”

Dyna gurgled again.

“You must think this is funny, huh?”

He turned his head and glanced at the mess on his shirt. He not only needed to change, he needed a damn shower.

His father probably hadn’t left for the garage yet. Hopefully, he’d be in a generous mood this morning and could watch the baby while he jumped in the shower quick. He yanked the puke-covered shirt over his head, turning it inside out, and threw it over the back of a chair. He lifted Dyna back out of the bouncer and put her against his shoulder, remembering, once again, to support her neck and head. Both Cassie and Stella had beaten that into him with an invisible club.

He moved down the short hallway of the small two-bedroom unit, which was the bottom half of a two-family house, and opened his father’s bedroom door, not bothering to knock. “Hey, Da—”

Christ.

Some very pale, naked chick was sprawled on her belly diagonally across Dutch’s bed. And worse, his father was just as naked, but his hand was planted on her bare ass cheek.

He quickly covered the baby’s eyes, then looked closer to see if he recognized the woman. Girl. Whatever.

She was pretty damn young, whoever she was. But then, most women his father boned were a lot younger than him.

He narrowed his eyes. This woman was definitely not a sweet butt, unless she was a new one Cage didn’t know about. However, he’d been out of the loop for the past few days. If she wasn’t a sweet butt, Cage had no idea where she came from. He had to assume from Crazy Pete’s, since Dutch went there last night for a few beers.

Turned out, he not only came home with a buzz but pussy to boot. His old man still had impressive skills when it came to sweet talking some strange into his bed.

Go, Dad, he thought dryly, then grimaced.

He quietly closed the door and uncovered Dyna’s eyes. He looked straight into her face. “You’re never doin’ that at that age.” He headed down the hallway. “Fuck that. You ain’t doin’ that ever.”

He needed to get the fuck out of his father’s house and soon. But, for fuck’s sake, he couldn’t take Dyna to the bunkhouse.

He needed to seriously figure shit out.

But first, he needed to survive whatever the exec committee decided. In his opinion, being saddled with a surprise baby should be enough punishment. Though, they wouldn’t give a fuck about his opinion. Or that he regretted taking Sarah’s virginity.

But whatever the punishment was, he’d take it like a goddamn man.

He glanced down at Dyna.

Because he needed the club. He needed his family.

He didn’t even kid himself.

There was no fucking way he could do this on his own.

Cage heard a groan. Then realized it came from him.

He opened his eyes just a slit and saw nothing but sky. A stretch of light blue. A few white puffy clouds. A red-winged blackbird flying overhead.

With his fucked up luck the bird would shit on him while he laid sprawled on the ground. Helpless.


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