Beyond the Badge – Decker (Blue Avengers MC #3) Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Biker, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Blue Avengers MC Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
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When she found an opening, she gouged his face with her fingernails, easily ripping open his cheek.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” he screamed.

But all that effort still didn’t get her free.

She twisted her body to the left and back to the right as he struggled to maintain a good hold on her. Dropping her weight backwards gave her enough leverage to be able to raise her leg and kick him square in the gut, making the air rush from him with a grunt.

For a second she thought she was free but he had only loosened his grip long enough for him to grab her ankle when she tried to kick him away. Using her captured foot, he twisted her leg in a direction it wasn’t made to go. She bit back a cry of pain as her joints were pushed to their limits.

He wasn’t going to give up.

Well, fuck him. Neither was she.

She only had to keep him occupied long enough for the police to arrive.

As long as Val made it to one of the neighbors.

Sloane hoped to hell she did.

When he reached to grab her arm, she grabbed his instead and pulled it closer, baring her teeth and sinking them into the webbing between his thumb and finger as hard as she could, taking a page out of Finn’s playbook.

That bought her another shot to the head with the heel of his boot.

She landed flat on her back, her head spinning, her vision narrowed to a pinpoint. Her thoughts scrambled.

The room became darker by the second.

If she lost consciousness, she lost this fight.

And that was the last thought she had.

Sloane groaned. Her temples pounded, her mouth was bone dry and something in it made it hard to breath and swallow. She tried to spit out whatever it was but it didn’t budge.

When she tried to lift her hand to remove it, she found that was also impossible.

She winced as she opened her eyes to find herself laying across the backseat of a moving vehicle. She yanked at her arms and, as her thoughts cleared, she discovered not only was she gagged, but her wrists and ankles were bound, too.

She had lost the fight.

She had lost consciousness, making it easy for him to take her. The Demon who had broken into Decker’s home looking for Sadie had abducted her to do who knew what with her.

She blinked a few times in an attempt to clear her fuzzy vision and snuck a peek toward the front of the vehicle.

The bastard was driving. No one was in the passenger seat and she was alone in the back. Unless the asshole had thrown Val into the trunk, she hoped like hell Decker’s daughter had taken shelter at the neighbor’s and was safe.

Every inch of her body hurt, not making it easy for her to carefully and slowly slide up just enough to peek out of the rear side windows. She had no idea how much time had passed or how far they were from Decker’s house, but it was still dark outside.

Hopefully he didn’t get too far with her. The farther he got, the less likely she might be found before he hurt or killed her.

Trying to remain as calm as she could, she resisted making too many moves since she didn’t want him to know she was awake.

And plotting her escape.

But she was having a hard time corralling her scattered thoughts with the way her face and head throbbed.

With how tight the skin on one side of her face had become, she had no doubt it was swollen. But since she was already injured, she might as well do what needed to be done to get free.

No matter how much it hurt.

Injuries were temporary but death was permanent.

She only had one choice to make.

She shimmied herself backwards until her bound hands could touch the rear passenger door handle. Once she got a good grip on it, she waited until the time was right.

As soon as he slowed down to take a sharp corner, she yanked on the handle, shoved her shoulder into the door to open it and launched herself out and away from the moving car.

She did her best to curl into a ball to lessen the impact, but having both wrists and ankles bound made it difficult. When she hit the pavement hard, she cried out, and the momentum sent her rolling. She only hoped the direction was off the roadway instead of into the middle of it.

Tires squealed and a red glow illuminated the darkness when the brakes were engaged. But she hurt so damn badly she couldn’t move quickly enough when the reverse lights blinded her. Her vision was hampered, as well, from the blood sliding down her forehead and into her eyes.

She was done.

She would never escape.

Never get away from this psycho.



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