Blood & Bones – Dodge (Blood Fury MC #10) Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blood Fury MC Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 603(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
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Blood & Bones - Dodge (Blood Fury MC #10)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Jeanne St. James

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B0994T1ZT3
Book Information:

First mistake: He let his guard down...
If it wasn’t for his cellmate, Rook, during his last bid in prison, Dodge never would’ve landed in Manning Grove.
In that small town in upstate Pennsylvania, he found his tribe. His brotherhood. His family.
Especially after years of having nothing. Being a part of the Blood Fury MC, life is good. Solid. It gives him something he’s never had before. Stability and roots.
He’s successfully managing Crazy Pete’s bar. He has his choice of women. He has zero complaints. Then she walks in. He tries his best to ignore her, until it becomes impossible.
The moment she begins to sing on stage, it flips him inside out and upside down. Her sinful, sultry voice drags him under her spell and never lets him go.
The only problem is, no one knows who she is. Including him. Not until it’s too late.
****Note: Blood & Bones: Dodge is the tenth book in the Blood Fury MC series. This AGE GAP (OM/YW) romance has no cheating, no cliffhanger, and has an HEA. It’s best to read this series in order.
Books in Series:

Blood Fury MC Series by Jeanne St. James

Books by Author:

Jeanne St. James



Songs mentioned in this book:

Get It On - T. Rex

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

Creep - Radiohead

Lightning Crashes - Live

Dream On - Aerosmith

Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi

My Heart is Broken - Evanescence

Ride Like The Wind - Christopher Cross

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

Fade into You - Mazzy Star

Prologue

Running on Empty

His lungs were on fire.

An invisible knife stabbed him in the ribs.

He lengthened his stride, pushing through the pain and pushing himself harder.

His destination was clear.

Escape.

The further he got away from that house, the further he got away from them, the better his chances were.

His sneakers slapped the concrete as he sprinted down the sidewalk.

“Stop! Police!”

That fucking house. He knew he’d find her there.

“Stop!”

He always found her there.

Stoned and passed out on the floor on a stained, filthy mattress. What used to be light colored fabric was now black and brown. And even dark red in some spots.

“Stop!”

Tonight, her second-hand dress had been pulled up to her waist. Her legs and other places exposed. Places a son shouldn’t see on his mother.

“Stop!”

Her eyes were closed, appearing asleep. Her mouth slack. A rubber tube still tied around her arm above her elbow.

“We’re only trying to help you!”

Liars.

The cop who shouted that out was now wheezing.

Good. Maybe they’d give up soon.

“Hey, kid, stop running!”

Needles.

Syringes.

Lighters.

Spoons.

Pipes.

Burnt aluminum foil.

Empty plastic bottles. Empty soda cans.

Empty faces.

Empty bodies.

Empty.

Empty.

All fucking empty.

Junkies propped in the corners of the crumbling, dark rooms. Along the hallway. On the stairs. All of them high. Some of them semi-awake, most of them not. Some of them maybe even dead.

He didn’t give a shit. She was the only junkie in that house that mattered to him.

He was only there to find the woman who was supposed to be responsible for him.

It wasn’t supposed to be the other way around.

He tried to hear his pursuers over his own strained panting and racing heart. To gauge how close they were.

They hadn’t given up yet.

Not yet.

He needed to lose them.

He darted left and down a dark alley.

And stopped short.

Shit. He picked the wrong fucking one.

Headlights sliced across the narrow alley. He winced and shielded his eyes when a spotlight hit him directly in the face.

Fuck!

He swiveled his head back and forth, desperate to find an escape.

He wasn’t sure if his mom was dead. He never got a chance to check before the house was swarmed with men in uniform. But dead or not, the cops showing up at a crack house was never good.

Them chasing him was even worse.

A closed dumpster was pushed against one brick wall, but even if he climbed on top of it, he still couldn’t reach the roof of the two-story building.

He was trapped. With only one way out.

The way he came in.

He gritted his teeth and took off, right toward the cop car blocking the entrance and heading in his direction.

He screamed as loud as he could as he ran directly at it.

His sprinted as fast as he could but the vehicle was faster.

Worse, so much bigger.

Before he could dart out of its path, what felt like a brick wall knocked him off his feet. He fell backwards, his arms windmilling in a failed attempt to catch his balance.

All the air shot from his lungs as he struck the pavement hard. His brain rattled in his skull as it hit, too.

It was over.

Done.

He closed his eyes and surrendered.

His life just like the alley.

A dead end.

The fingers gripping his shoulder dug in deeper. A silent warning not to flee. But if he got the chance, he would.

He didn’t want to be here.

Not on that stoop.

Not with those people. Both the ones outside and inside.

One of the two cops flanking him jabbed his finger against the fancy doorbell again.

A few lock clicks were heard, then one side of the double doors opened, cool air from the air conditioning rushed out and a tall, thin blonde woman stood on the other side, looking down her nose at them.

Victoria Collins.

The woman Dodge’s mother called Tricky Vickie for whatever reason. Dodge didn’t care why, he just knew the woman was his stepmother in name only.

With a pinched face, her gaze skimmed both cops, then dropped to Dodge, standing between them.

Her lips twisted and her eyes narrowed as she slowly raised her gaze from him back to one of the officers. “May I help you?”

“Good afternoon, ma’am. We’re looking for Kevin Collins,” the filthy pig to his right announced.

Apparently, the invisible lemon she was sucking on became more bitter. “What’s this about?” Her words might as well have icicles hanging off each one.

“We’re looking for his father, ma’am.”

Dodge rolled his eyes. They were at the wrong house, then. The man who lived there never once acted like his father. The asshole who lived on and off with his mother was more of a father to him than the one at this address.


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