Beyond the Badge – Crew (Blue Avengers MC #5) Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Blue Avengers MC Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
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Some tales had been a bit embellished, but Nox managed to make military service sound much more exciting than it was in reality.

No matter what, Nox tried to spend time with them whenever one of their brothers brought their kids along to the BAMC church. Most likely because Nox and his wife had been about to start a family when Jackie died. He hadn’t hidden his excitement about becoming a father.

All of that had been ripped away from him in a flash.

Right now, being around the kids was the only thing that brought him out of his funk.

“Hey, I was thinking about taking them for a ride on Sunday before I have to take them back. You interested in coming along and having Dylan as your backpack? I can take Chloé.”

Nox dropped his head and stared at his boots for a few seconds. With his baseball cap pulled low, Crew couldn’t read his expression.

But when the man nodded before lifting his head, Crew felt relieved.

“Yeah, I’m game. Maybe we can take them for ice cream or something.”

Holy shit. That was a good sign. “I’m sure they’ll be good with that. Maybe I’ll get Deck to join us with Valee Girl. Do some sort of Daddy/daughter ride but not just with our girls.”

There were others in the MC with kids who could go along, too. Cross and his twins. Jamison and his twins. Miller and his litter of children. The only problem with Miller would be picking which kid to go along. Probably the one most willing. And if some didn’t want to be left out, Crew could recruit some of the other BAMC members to haul them around.

Or, even easier, he could let the BAMC road captain plan it. “I’ll say something to Finn. Maybe he can throw together a club run on Sunday just for the kids. We should be able to get enough of us together to make sure they all have a seat if they want.”

“Not sure Cross’s boy will want to go.”

“Then, he can bring Bri. And Jamison can bring Laney. Maybe it should be strictly a Daddy/daughter run. We could always leave the boys downstairs to play video games.”

“Thought you wanted Dylan riding with me.”

Oh fuck, that was right. Because if Nox didn’t have a kid riding with him, he might not go at all. And going for a long ride in the fresh air would do him some good. Being around the kids might help, too. “Yeah. Brain glitched there for a second. I do. I don’t get a bunch of time with them and this gives them a good reason to stay off their phones. Taking them to a Pirates game Saturday afternoon, too.” Now he wished he had bought an extra ticket for Nox.

The man grunted.

“All right, I’ll get with Finn and we can set that up. Unless you hear otherwise, assume it’s a go.”

“‘Kay.”

“You sure you’re good?”

Nox set his dark eyes on him. “Will be once you stop blocking my door.”

Crew shifted out of the way. “Got it. I’ll be upstairs.”

“Figured that.” Nox pushed past him, unlocked his door and went inside.

Crew stood there long enough to hear the deadbolt click. He shook his head and sighed in frustration on his way up the steps.

Nox had been on the road to recovery before finding Sloane’s sister Sadie dead in a motel room in Ohio.

Not only dead but with her corpse violated.

Crew heard it had been an ugly scene. He did his fucking best not to imagine it. It was bad enough to set Nox back by months, if not longer. The whole reason they had that intervention with him and gave him the “ultimatum.”

Was the counseling and support group working? Seemed to be, but it was a damn slow process.

He punched in the code and the lock released. He went inside to see some of his team already hard at work.

Except for Rez, who was lounging on the couch hardly working. Of course.

He went over to the couch to see his brother’s eyes shut. Crew thumped him in the chest with the heel of his palm.

“Hey!” Rez shot up, eyes wide, rubbing the impact point.

“Maybe you should stop fucking Sapphire all night and get some sleep. You’re supposed to be working, not napping.”

“Maybe you should find someone to fuck instead of your fist and you’d understand why I’m so damn tired.” Rez got to his feet.

Crew went to the coffeemaker next. Priorities. “My fist doesn’t talk back and is always nearby when I need it.” He grabbed his mug from the stand next to the coffee and filled it to the brim. “Even better, my fist isn’t high maintenance. It doesn’t need money for clothes, purses and makeup and doesn’t whine until it gets jewelry.”

“Who hurt you?” Rez asked him.

Even though Rez was sort of teasing, he knew about all the turmoil Crew went through during the divorce. He had witnessed a lot of it. So did the rest of his BAMC brothers.



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