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  Blood & Bones: Judge

  Blood Fury MC, Book 3

  Jeanne St. James

  Copyright © 2020 by Jeanne St. James, Double-J Romance, Inc.

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  Contents

  Books by Jeanne St. James

  About the Book

  Character List

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

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  Blood & Bones: Deacon (Unedited)

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  About the Book

  Some risks are more dangerous than others...

  Judd “Judge” Scott lives a simple life running a successful business with his cousin, Deacon. As a bail bondsman and bounty hunter, he’s good at what he does.

  He never expected Trip to come home and resurrect the Blood Fury MC, reopening old wounds. Being asked by the new prez to fill his late father’s boots as the Sergeant at Arms should be a hard no for Judge. Not only are they some pretty big boots to fill, but he also has too much to lose if things go sideways. Besides it risking his bail bonds business, he’s worried history will repeat itself and Judge wants to avoid ending up in prison, or dead, exactly like his father did. Even so, he reluctantly takes the spot as the club’s enforcer and wears his old man’s colors on his back.

  Despite having no interest in a woman complicating his life, he’s intrigued by the young mother who shows up in town with her little girl. However, once Judge learns why she’s come to Manning Grove, he finds he has no choice but to get involved. And that could create more complications than they’re worth.

  Note: Blood & Bones: Judge is the third book in the Blood Fury MC series. As always, this book has no cheating, no cliffhanger and has an HEA. It’s recommended to read this series in order.

  Character List

  To avoid spoilers this list only includes the characters mentioned in the previous books

  BFMC Members:

  Trip Davis – President – Son of Buck Davis, half-brother to Sig, mother is Tammy, Runs Buck You Recovery

  Sig Stevens – Vice President – Son of Buck Davis, mother is Silvia, three years younger than Trip, helps run Buck You Recovery

  Judge (Judd) Scott – Sgt at Arms - Father (Ox) was an Original, owns Justice Bail Bonds

  Deacon Edwards – Treasurer – Judge’s cousin, Skip Tracer/Bounty Hunter at Justice Bail Bonds

  Cage (Chris Dietrich) – Road Captain – Dutch’s youngest son, mechanic at Dutch’s Garage

  Ozzy (Thomas Oswald) – Secretary – Original – manages club-owned The Grove Inn.

  Rook (Randy Dietrich) – Dutch’s oldest son

  Dutch (David Dietrich) – Original – Owns Dutch’s Garage, sons: Cage & Rook

  Dodge – Helps manage Crazy Pete’s Bar

  Whip – Mechanic at Dutch’s Garage (formerly known as the prospect Sparky)

  Rev (Mickey) – Mechanic at Dutch’s Garage (formerly known as the prospect Mouse)

  Shady – Prospect

  Easy - Prospect

  Stella – Trip’s ol’ lady - Crazy Pete’s daughter, owns Crazy Pete’s Bar

  Autumn (Red) – Sig’s ol’ lady – Accountant for the club’s businesses

  Former Originals:

  Buck Davis – President – Deceased


  Razor Stevens – VP - Deceased

  Ox – Sgt at Arms – Deceased

  Crazy Pete – Treasurer – Deceased

  Tin Man (Tinny) – Deceased

  Others:

  Syn Stevens – Sig’s sister

  Silvia Stevens – Sig’s mother, Razor’s former ol’ lady

  Tammy Davis – Trip’s mother, Buck’s former ol’ lady

  Bebe Dietrich – Cage & Rook’s mother, Dutch’s former ol’ lady

  Clyde Davis – Buck’s father, Trip & Sig’s grandfather, deceased

  Lizzy – Sweet butt

  Max Bryson – Chief of Police – Manning Grove PD, Bryson brother

  Marc Bryson – Corporal – Manning Grove PD, Bryson brother

  Matt Bryson – Officer – Manning Grove PD, Bryson brother

  Adam Bryson – Officer – Manning Grove PD, Brysons’ cousin, Teddy’s fiancé

  Leah Bryson – Officer – Manning Grove PD, Marc’s wife

  Tommy Dunn – Officer – Manning Grove PD

  Teddy Sullivan – Owner Manes on Main, Adam Bryson’s fiancé

  Amanda Bryson – Max’s wife, owner Boneyard Bakery

  Carly Bryson – Matt’s wife, OB/GYN doctor

  Levi Bryson – Adopted son of Matt & Carly Bryson (birth mother: Autumn)

  Prologue

  The End

  Judd crept through the used car lot, keeping low and to the shadows, ducking behind each car he came to until he spotted the one he was looking for.

  He grinned and his dick was already hard in anticipation.

  At sixteen and not yet a member of the Blood Fury MC, he wasn’t allowed to touch any of the club’s sweet butts, unless his pop gave his permission. Like Buck had done for Trip when he was fourteen and got his cherry popped by one of them. In front of everyone.

  Judd didn’t want his first time to be in front of the club members because he didn’t need them heckling him as they watched. Just like they did Trip.

  Fuck that.

  Instead, he found a way to pop a nut on his own. At least in a snatch and not his own palm. That he’d done more times than he could count. Sometimes him and the other boys would hide under the exec committee table during parties and watch when one or more of the brothers used that table to bang one out with any female they could find.

  His fist had gotten some good workouts while watching some of that.

  He’d tuck that shit away and remember it when he was in his bed at night, too. It gave him plenty of spank bank material.

  It was his time. Trip lost his cherry at fourteen. And Judd was now sixteen. It wasn’t fucking fair and none of the girls at school would let him down their pants.

  It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried.

  He was too tall and gangly, and they called him a loser. They also called him dirty, even though he wasn’t.

  The girls would say nobody wanted to let white trash like him touch them. Because if they did, no other boy would ever want to touch them afterward.

  Well, fuck them.

  He didn’t want one of those snobby-ass bitches, anyway. All he wanted to do was blow a load deep in their cunt, not marry them. Or even date them.

  They probably preferred to take it up the ass anyway, so they could say they were still virgins.

  Right.

  He blew out a breath and slid his hand down the hard-on under his jeans. He’d stolen some wraps from the pharmacy in town and had a couple tucked into his front pocket.

  He was ready.

  He had also stolen some money from the cash register when the clerk was distracted by Sig tripping and knocking over a display of sunglasses.

  Judd slipped him a five for doing it. Then Sig had demanded more. But Judd told the twelve-year-old he could fuck off. It hadn’t been worth any more than five since he only had to knock something over while Judd did the crime.

  Sig threatened to tell the clerk if Judd didn’t give him a twenty. So, he popped Sig in the mouth, making him bleed. The kid accepted the five and shut the fuck up after that.

  Judd needed the rest of the money since tonight was the night he was going to get what he’d been waiting for.

  He popped his head up from behind a Chevy and glanced around the dark sales lot. At midnight, no one was around. He just wanted to make sure the pigs didn’t roll by and see him, fucking up his plans.

  He moved closer to the old Dodge Caravan and peeked through the side window.

  His heart pounded so hard, he could feel it all the way to his dick.

  She was in there. Waiting like she said she would.

  Because the cunt wanted the cash.

  And he wanted the cunt.

  With his blood racing through him, he jerked on the handle to the sliding side door of the minivan and carefully pulled it open, trying to be as quiet as possible.

  “Got the scratch?” Molly asked.

  He could hardly breathe enough to answer, “Yeah.”

  She held out her hand with her long nails and lots of dumb bracelets on her wrist. “Let’s see it.”

  “I got it,” he told her, worried she’d snatch it right out of his hand and go tell his pop. Then he’d get busted right across the mouth—if not worse—for trying to fuck a sweet butt when he knew he wasn’t allowed to.

  But fuck Ox. All he had to do was tell one of those patch whores to fuck Judd and they’d do it. And he wouldn’t have to pay them shit.

  “How much do you have?”

  “What you wanted.” He was getting annoyed. She let any of the brothers fuck her for free and now she was getting picky?

  He would be a future Fury member. She needed to learn a little fucking respect.

  “You’ll get it after.”

  She held out her hand again. “Least show it to me.”

  “Fuck you, Molly.”

  “No, kid, you want me to fuck you. So, scratch or no snatch.”

  “You’re a fuckin’ whore, you know that?”

  “If I wasn’t, you wouldn’t be getting ready to lose your virginity.”

  Heat rushed into his cheeks. “Ain’t a virgin.”

  “That’s not what your fist says.” Molly laughed.

  Fucking laughed.

  Fuck her.

  “Show me what I’m payin’ for first.”

  “I’m sitting right here.”

  “You know what I fuckin’ mean.”

  Molly sighed loudly, like this was a chore for her. She shoved up her short denim skirt, opened her legs and spread her pussy with her long-nailed fingers. “There you go, kid.”

  He couldn’t see shit since it was so damn dark in that minivan, even with the vehicle’s interior light. But it was a free place to go and Molly had access to all the car keys on the lot since she worked there as a receptionist during the day.

  Judd climbed into the van and slid the door almost closed. He left it open just enough for the overhead light to remain on. He pulled out the money, waved it in the air and then shoved it back deep into his pocket.

  “Shut it all the way so the cops don’t spot us in here.”

  He frowned and shut it, engulfing the whole van in darkness.

  “How do you want me, kid?”

  He wanted her to stop calling him a fucking kid, that was what he wanted! He was fucking sixteen. He wasn’t a kid anymore.

  But he had no fucking clue on which way would be best in the back of a minivan. He’d seen a lot of fucking in his life. And he’d seen women getting it in all kinds of positions. But he knew this would be once and done for the fifty bucks he was paying, so he wanted to pick the position he’d last the longest.

  Trip hadn’t lasted long his first time, which was one reason he was ribbed so hard afterward by all the brothers. Judge didn’t want that happening to him.

  “Just pull your fucking pants down and sit on the seat. Christ, kid. It’s not rocket science.”

  Judd quickly undid his belt buckle and his jeans, shoving them all the way to his boots.

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p; “God, you’re just a gangly thing, aren’t you? Nothing like your pop.”

  “You seen my pop naked?” Judd wondered if his mother knew. Or if Trixie even cared.

  Not answering, Molly moved off the seat, waited for him to get settled, and then she shoved her skirt up even higher.

  A smell wafted to him that made his nose wrinkle. Is that what they all stunk like?

  So fucking gross.

  But fuck it. They were there. He had the scratch and wraps. He was doing this.

  He pulled a wrap from the front pocket of his jeans and handed it to her. With an annoyed sigh, she took it, ripped it open and rolled it down his dick.

  He almost lost it when she did. That did not give him confidence in his staying power with what was coming next.

  Maybe if he concentrated on the smell, he’d last longer. Yeah, that’s what he needed to do. He inhaled deeply and almost puked.

  Maybe that wasn’t a good idea.

  With that rot, maybe this whole thing wasn’t a good fucking idea.

  Fuck it. He was doing this. He could be pickier later.