Broken (Devil’s Blaze MC – Second Generation #1) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Devil's Blaze MC - Second Generation Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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The pain really isn’t that much. It’s light and more like sharp stinging pains. I know it’s not labor. It’s nothing like they discuss in the books or the Lamaze classes.

“Sure thing, Gabby.”

I smile, feeling warm from my head to my toes. I’ll have a bed for my baby soon. The landlord of my soon to be rental home said I could paint the walls as long as it was neutral. I’m going to do a beautiful gray and just add color here and there with my accessories. We may not have much, but I’m going to make sure my baby is safe and happy. I’ve been checking employment in Denver. I’m hoping I can get on at a call center and work from home. I don’t have a ton of experience, but I’ll have good work recommendations and I’m hoping that will help. If not, I’ll have to leave my baby in daycare, and that’s something I know I’ll have to do eventually, but I’d rather not when she’s still a baby.

“Thanks,” I answer, still smiling. “I’ll just put my purse and crap up. What do we need for the barbecue? How can I help?” I ask, directing my question to Rory and Dani. The rest of the old ladies are sitting in lawn chairs under a pop-up shelter the men put up yesterday.

“You can help by going to the doctor,” Rory says, giving me her mom look. I sigh.

“Seriously, Gabby, you need checked out,” Nicole adds.

“What you don’t need to be doing is working another double shift at the diner. I’m going to have to talk to them,” Crusher grumbles. I didn’t even realize he was here. I don’t know how I missed him, but such is the way when Dragon is in front of me demanding I go to the doctor.

“No, please. I don’t want to give them a reason to get rid of me. They’ve already been great hiring a pregnant woman. Not many places want to do that, especially when you get as far along as I am,” I practically beg. Crusher stares at me—clearly unhappy. He gives me a chin lift, which I interpret—hopefully—as acquiesce. I grin my thanks. “I’ll just go get changed and then come back out to help,” I murmur.

“I’ll take you to the doctor,” King replies, stopping my escape.

“Um …”

“You can take my vehicle,” Crusher says, tossing King the keys—which somehow, he catches easily. My face jerks up and I look at Crusher. His gaze isn’t on me, though. He’s staring at Dragon, and he seems irritated. “And what the fuck are you talking about—you’ll borrow Diesel’s? Is there some fucking reason you can’t take my vehicle?” he barks.

Uh-oh. I’m preparing myself for biker badass fighting. I’ve seen it before. I may have never felt like I fit in around the men in Dad’s club, but that didn’t mean I’ve not seen the men going at one another. Dragon laughs in Crusher’s face—something I’m not sure most men would have balls to do.

“Fuck, I’m not driving that thing you call a ride.”

Crusher’s eyes narrow. “Asshole, it’s brand new and is totally FCS Syndrome worthy.”

“What the fuck is FCS Syndrome?” Dragon barks, and honestly, I’m glad he asked cause now I’m worried he, Dani, or one of their kids is sick.

“Fancy Car Syndrome. Dani won’t have anything that doesn’t have all the options. Fuck, I don’t even know what some of those buttons do. There are buttons to heat your ass, cool your ass, and massage your ass. Hell, the only thing I haven’t discovered is the one that makes your woman shut up,” Crusher mutters.

“Keep that shit up and you won’t have to worry about my mouth ever again,” Dani promises, her voice a hair past annoyance and entering the bitch zone. “In fact, it will be snapped shut so tight that no part of you will ever experience my mouth again.”

“Jesus, Maw, I don’t want to hear that shit,” Cowboy yells. He’s a year patched in with the club and their oldest child—an adopted son that still looks just like Crusher. They’re actually so much alike it’s uncanny.

“I didn’t want to walk into my kitchen and see what you were doing with your latest skank either, but it happened.

“Hayley ain’t a skank,” Cowboy mutters. Even he doesn’t sound like he’s sure, and he shouldn’t be. Hayley is the very definition of a skank. There’s not much good about that woman and I should know, I think I was just like her once upon a time. She’s desperate to hitch herself up to a man.

That is definitely not me this time. No way, no how.

“She’s right. It’s going to cost me over twenty grand to redo that damn kitchen so Hellcat will get back to cooking the food I like and letting me do her on the bar like I love,” Crush adds in. At this point, I’m holding back a laugh.


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