Blood & Bones – Rev (Blood Fury MC #8) Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Biker, Mafia, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blood Fury MC Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
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She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. “It’s a secret location.”

“Why the fuck is it secret?”

“So you animals don’t crash it.”

“No men then?” he asked, not liking the sound of the women being at a location no one else knew about.

Reilly huffed, “It’s a baby shower.” Like that should tell him everything. He didn’t know shit about baby showers. “But…” She rolled her lips under.

He didn’t like that, either. Rev’s eyes narrowed. “No men allowed, right?”

She shrugged innocently. “Just strippers and Teddy.”

“Strippers at a fuckin’ baby shower?” Rook asked, his eyes now narrowed, too. “What the fuck?”

“Only because it’s also a surprise bridal shower for Stella. She didn’t want us to throw her one, so we’re combining them without her knowing. She’s going to hate it!” She laughed. “But she’s the first ol’ lady to actually tie the knot among us, so we decided to do it, anyway, despite her threats.”

“Make her wear some stupid sash and tiara,” Cage said.

“Oh, don’t worry, we have them for her.” Reilly giggled and Rev got caught up in the sound of it.

“Take shitloads of pictures of her wearin’ those, too,” Rook said. “Never know when we’ll need it as blackmail.”

“Still can’t believe your sister’s pregnant,” Rev muttered.

“I can’t fuckin’ believe one of Deacon’s swimmers penetrated one of her iron-clad eggs,” Rook said. “It probably argued a case with the winnin’ sperm before it would let it penetrate.”

When they all laughed, Dyna did, too.

“You sure she can’t understand what we’re sayin’?” Rev asked.

Cage turned Dyna to face him and asked his daughter, “He’s a dumbass, ain’t he?” Then he nodded.

Dyna nodded, too, and smiled.

“Huh. Maybe you’re right,” Cage said, “she can understand just fine.”

Reilly tapped Rev on the cheek. “She’s only reacting to everyone else, Rev. It’s what babies do. All right, I have to go.” She turned and headed to her cage.

“Text me when you’re home. And don’t you fuckin’ touch any strippers.”

She waved a dismissing hand over her shoulder.

“Unless they’re women strippers,” he yelled out. “Then take video.”

The crew working on their modular home all stopped in place and turned toward Rev. Then their collective gazes turned toward Reilly as she got into her Kona.

The crew member closest to Rev gave him a grin and a thumbs up.

“Fuck,” Rev muttered.

Rook bumped Rev’s shoulder. “You just gave them their whack-off material for tonight. Just think, they’re all gonna be fantasizin’ about your woman lickin’ some stripper’s snatch.” He made a V with his fingers and wiggled his tongue between them.

Rev shoved him away. “Asshole.”

“She likes to lick asshole, too? Damn.”

Rev shook his head and studied the way the four modular homes were set up in some semblance of a neighborhood along a stone lane leading directly off County Line Road. A narrow tree line also separated the houses from the rest of the club compound.

The former fallow field was turning into a little private neighborhood. Between that and the lot Trip had built to store Shelter from the Storm’s trailers, the Amish would be farming quite a bit less land.

“Can’t believe how fast they got that lot prepped and the house here.” Rook, now standing with his hands on his hips, was taking in the exact same sight as Rev.

“The green stuff makes shit happen,” Rev muttered. Lots of scratch made it happen. Scratch that Rev or Reilly didn’t have.

Reese had paid cash for the modular to expedite its delivery. Her and Deacon wanted it set up and Reilly moved out of that studio apartment as soon as possible. One of her demands in exchange for fronting the money was that he and Reilly take it slowly and not move in together right away.

But in the few weeks before they got caught, Rev had gotten good at sneaking in and sneaking out. He planned on continuing that. Especially since all he’ll have to do was walk from the bunkhouse across the courtyard and through the line of trees to get to her house. Easy fucking peasy.

“Can’t believe she forked over that wad of scratch,” Cage said, handing Dyna over to her uncle, who took her without hesitation.

Dyna bounced with happiness in Rook’s arms and yelled, “Ook, ook, ook!” her name for Rook.

She called Cujo, who was off running around sniffing and lifting his leg on anything that didn’t move, Jo. Jo, Jo, Jo, she would squeal whenever the nasty little fucker came within eyeshot.

“Only ‘cause I agreed to let Reilly live there by herself for a bit.”

Rook snorted. “So, you’re sayin’ you’ll need some empty boxes, then, to pack up your shit from your room and move it over here.”

Rev grinned and shrugged. “If I move outta my room, it’ll open up a spot for someone from one of the visitin’ clubs to stay in durin’ the weddin’ blow-out weekend. The more places we can provide, the less tents will be needed.”



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