Beyond the Badge – Finn (Blue Avengers MC #2) Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Blue Avengers MC Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
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When no one spoke up, Finn said, “I’d volunteer but you made me a fucking Pecker. Those two prospects and the Demon in charge of The Peach Pit all wore Uniontown patches. So, me going under with them would create suspicion.”

“Yeah, I read your report. While we’re on that subject, you want to do a quick summary for everyone else?” Crew asked Finn.

Decker snorted. “Actually, we only want to watch a video of you dancing.”

“Too bad for you since they don’t allow that there.” Thank fuck. If there was video proof, he’d never hear the end of it. “And if you want to see my cock wrapped in satin, just ask, Deck. I’d be glad to show it to you, though you might get a complex afterward.”

Decker chuckled. “Doubt it.”

Finn glanced around the table. “Let me just say, I need hazard pay for Monday night. Those women were fucking brutal.”

“Thought you loved women manhandling you.” Rez smirked. “Aren’t you on that type of dating site? What’s it called?” He pursed his lips, scratched at his temple and pretended he was thinking, but Finn knew better. Rez didn’t have enough brain cells to have a solid thought. “Not Tinder, I think it’s called Spankers.”

“Damn, does that really exist?” Mullins asked with a laugh. “Is that hookup app available in the Google Play store?”

“Nah, the app is actually called Wankers and it’s used to set up dates with his own fist.” Decker made a jerk-off motion with his hand.

Crew scrubbed his fingers back and forth over his short hair and sighed loudly enough to catch everyone’s attention. “As entertaining as this conversation is, let’s get back to business.”

“Powers, do you have the names of all the bikers in the Uniontown chapter?” Finn asked.

“Yes, I have a current membership list if you need it.”

“Can you email that to me? Like I said, I’ve already seen two prospects and one patched member at The Peach Pit so far.”

“What are their road names?” Powers asked.

“The patched member’s name is… get this… Saint. He’s like the strip club’s CEO or something.” Or something.

The muttered “fuck” coming from the phone’s speaker wasn’t a good sign.

“Know him?” Crew asked Powers.

“I’ve seen him coming in and out of the gas station a lot. He’s got an ol’ lady that seems to hang around there, too.”

“Yeah, her nickname is Cookie. She’s the club’s new assistant manager, except she doesn’t show up for work when she’s supposed to. The two recruits are Popeye and Ringo. One was working the front door, the other guarding the back hallway. I’m sure there are more I haven’t seen yet. All three had fresh Uniontown patches on their cuts.”

Crew’s eyebrows shot up his forehead. “They’re wearing their cuts in the club?”

“Sure are,” Finn confirmed. “They’re not hiding shit. At least not who they are, anyway. Any illegal activities, on the other hand…” He shrugged. “None were working on Monday night during the show. Just the manager, who’s worked there for a decade, and a few other people, none of the Demons from what I could tell.”

“Then how’d you see those Demons you mentioned?” Crew asked.

“I purposely left an item behind on Monday night, went back on Tuesday with the excuse to get it when the club was open during normal business hours. I didn’t see any drug deals, but then, I wasn’t there long.”

“Keep working on getting in the back.”

Finn shot the task force leader a look he hoped strongly conveyed his annoyance at being an undercover male stripper. “Do I have a choice?”

Crew grinned. “Fuck no. You’ve got your foot in the door, now wedge your whole body in.”

“We’ve got one more show there this coming Monday night. Unfortunately, if it’s the same staff working then, I might not get shit. I need to figure out a way to get in there during their regular nights when the Demons are around and more of the dancers, in case some of them are involved.”

“You have a plan?”

Finn slid his hand down his jawline as he answered Crew. “I just might.”

He could see the DEA agent’s ears perk. “Yeah? Want details.”

Finn wasn’t sure if he wanted to involve MJ. His interest in her was solely personal but… taking the club’s manager out to dinner might provide some perks professionally as a side benefit. Ultimately, the task force was a team and he needed to do his part. That might mean using her, whether he made her aware of it or not.

“I tried to make a date with the manager. It ended up getting canceled at the last minute because the assistant manager, Saint’s ol’ lady, keeps fucking MJ over and not showing up.”

“MJ?” Crew asked.

“The manager.”

Crew frowned. “Are you trying to get something going with her?”

He sucked in a breath, thinking that getting something going with her—even personally—might get messy. Especially since his only reason to be at The Peach Pit was to gather intel on the MC using the club to deal meth.


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