Blood & Bones: Judge
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. And 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.
Release date: September 5, 2020
Publisher: Double-J Romance, Inc.
Print pages: 365
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Blood & Bones: Judge
Jeanne St. James
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.
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.
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.
“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.
“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.
“Wanna see your tits,” he demanded as she began to climb on his lap.
“Not for a fifty.”
“How much more?”
She was fucking crazy. He’d seen them before at the warehouse. They weren’t worth a fucking twenty. Fuck it.
He held his breath as she wiggled herself into place, grabbed his dick, holding it where it needed to be and...
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
He groaned as his load shot out of his balls and into the wrap before he was even able to stick it in. “Fuck!”
The bitch snorted.
Judd didn’t find any of it funny.
“Wanna eat me out, instead, for that fifty?”
He tried not to gag. “No.”
Molly shrugged, climbed off him and yanked her skirt down. “Better luck next time, kid.” Then she dug into his jeans and yanked out the money he had tucked in the pocket. She slid open the door and disappeared into the dark.
He dropped his head back onto the seat, closed his eyes and blew out a breath. He just paid fifty bucks for something he could’ve done himself.
He yanked off the full wrap and tossed it onto the van floor with a curse. Then he yanked up his jeans and climbed out.
He was still a goddamn virgin.
He had already told Trip and Sig he was getting some tonight with Molly. Now he was going to have to lie.
He cautiously made his way out of the car lot, crossed the railroad tracks and hoofed it two more blocks home.
When a pig mobile raced past him, he hid behind a bush. His night had already gone to shit and him getting caught out after curfew would just be the fucking cherry on the...
Yeah, cherry on the virgin.
He blew out a frustrated breath and kept going. His pop wouldn’t care if he was out after curfew, but he’d care if 5-0 brought him home.
Last time the pigs dropped Judd off, his pop beat him with a belt. Not for being out late, but for getting caught.
So now Judd was more careful. Way more careful.
As he turned the corner, he froze.
Their whole street was full of pigs. Not just local 5-0, but ones who were heavily armed, wearing all kinds of protective gear and hunkered down behind their vehicles and facing the old, run-down duplex they lived in. They looked like they were headed to war.
What the fuck was going on?
Did the neighbor in the other half of the house beat the shit out of his wife again? Even in all the times they’d shown up next door, he’d never seen a response like this before. Maybe this time he’d killed her instead of just giving her a black eye or a broken arm.
Judd ducked behind an overgrown bush and peeked through it.
What the fuck? The pigs were all focused on their front door, not the neighbor’s, who shared the same porch.
Judd’s heart began to thump. The pigs had their lights off, no sirens, no radios, and weren’t saying a word.
Holy shit. Maybe they were arresting his pop for killing Razor and Tin Man.
His mom told him that Ox had shot Razor between the eyes in retaliation for killing the club prez, Buck. And then Tin Man tried to take Ox out for killing the man’s brother. Judd’s pop blasted Tinny right in the chest, dropping him right where he stood.
So, yeah, maybe all the 5-0 out front had something to do with that since it only happened a few days ago.
Maybe somebody snitched.
And if somebody snitched...
He needed to sneak around back, get into the house and warn his pop.
But as he made his way through the dark, sticking behind the shrubbery, he came out behind the house, only to see the same shit as out front. Too many pigs, wearing vests and carrying high-powered weapons. Plus, a couple more local cops.
There was no way to get to the back door. They’d stop him first.
Something huge was going down.
Glass breaking at the back of the house, and a flash bang that scared the shit out of him, had him hitting the ground hard. A whole bunch of shouting quickly followed, the sound of doors being busted in at the front and back, shouts that included the words “arrest warrant,” and pigs moving everywhere.
Judd was afraid to move, and he couldn’t follow them in, anyway, because some of the pigs remained standing guard outside. Probably to make sure his pop didn’t escape out the back. He watched the pigs, who had their guns drawn, enter the house, shouting to one another as they cleared each room.
Almost all the windows were propped open since it was ball-sweating hot out and the fucking piece of shit house they lived in didn’t have air conditioning. Because of that, he heard everything like he was right inside along with them.
He crawled forward, the dead shrub scratching his arms, his fingers digging into the dirt, so he could get a better view of the back of the house. But he wanted to stay where the local oinkers wouldn’t see him. Because if they saw him, they’d probably nab him.
Where the fuck were his parents?
Where the fuck was Jemma?
Had they left town and not told him?
Had they left town and left him behind because he was in some damn minivan trying to get his cherry popped and they couldn’t find him?
Maybe they left town and just didn’t want him anymore.
Through the open windows, he heard a scramble of feet, more shouts, then boots rushing up the steps.
“Gun! Gun! Gun!”
“Put the gun down!”
“Put it down.”
Judd couldn’t breathe and was frozen to the ground.
“PUT THE FUCKING GUN DOWN!”
“Let her go, Scott. You don’t want to do that.”
“Fuck you, pigs!”
“Let her go.”
“Put the fucking gun down and let her go.”
Who? Who was her? His mother?
“She’s just a baby, you won’t be able to live with yourself if something happens to her.”
His fucking pop had Jemma.
Judd forced himself to keep his mouth shut and keep from shouting out to his pop.
“Let her go, Scott. We can do this without any of you getting hurt.”
What was Ox doing?
“Will let ‘er go when you get the fuck outta my house.”
“Let her mom take her. We’ll get them both out of here safely.”
That motherfucker was using Jemma!
“This isn’t going to end well if you don’t let her go.”
Judd needed to get upstairs. He needed to get Jemma.
“You really want us to shoot you in front of your kid? Is that what you want? To show them how much of a hero you are? Scar her for life?”
“Fuck you! Ain’t takin’ any of us.”
“We don’t want anyone but you, Scott. Wife and kid can stay here. But we have a warrant for your arrest and we’re not just going away. Let’s do this without getting anyone hurt. Including your little girl.”
“How come you gotta bring a pig army to deal with one fuckin’ man? You all pussies?”
Judd didn’t hear the answer or even if there was one, but he knew why. His pop killed people and didn’t think twice about it. He’d kill all those pigs without even blinking.
But it pissed him the fuck off that he was using Jemma. His baby sister was only five.
Worse, Judd could hear her crying even from where he was lying on his belly in the dirt.
He could also hear his mom throwing out pot shots at the pigs. He wondered if Trixie had encouraged Ox to use Jemma as a shield.
If she did...
Judd’s jaw shifted and his fingers curled into his palms, his dirty nails digging in painfully. If she allowed her own daughter to be used, Judd was running the fuck away and taking Jem with him.
“Ma’am, take your daughter from your husband.”
“No, you fuckin’ don’t, Trix. Stay where you’re at. It’s a fuckin’ trick. You know how these fuckin’ pigs are.”
“Get the fuck out of our house,” Judd heard his mother shriek. “Get out! This is our property! You got no fucking right to be here!”
“We’re here to serve a warrant, ma’am, and we’re not leaving until we do.” The pig sounded pretty fucking calm for the situation. “So, let’s make this quick and painless and stop scaring your daughter.”
“You’re the ones fuckin’ scaring her with all those fuckin’ guns drawn.”
“Scott, this isn’t going to end well.”
“Yeah, it ain’t, no matter what fuckin’ happens.”
When a sharp crack was heard, Judd’s heart leapt out of his chest. “NO!” He jumped to his feet and began to sprint toward the back door.
Someone hooked him around the waist and pulled him to a halt. He began to struggle but was put in a hold that was not only painful, but made it impossible to break free.
“Calm down, kid. You can’t go in there.”
“That’s my sister!”
“She’ll be fine.”
“No, she won’t!”
More shouts and boots stomping on the bare floors were heard. His mother was shrieking and his father bellowing out non-stop curses.
It sounded like a cluster-fuck.
But somehow through all that craziness and even through the pounding in his ears, he heard it.
Jemma screaming. Crying. Calling out Judd’s name.
Judd lost all his strength and went limp in the pig’s hold. His head dropped and he blinked back the tears that threatened to escape. “Jemma,” he whispered.
The pig’s radio squawked, and a voice announced Ox was in custody with just minor injuries. The woman and child were unharmed. Hearing that made him breathe a little easier.
“Lemme go!” Judd yelled, pulling on the arms preventing him from getting to his sister.
“You need to stay out of the way. If you don’t, I’m taking you into custody.”
Judd bit back his, “Fuck you,” and nodded his head instead.
The pig slowly released him and as soon as he did, Judd ran toward the front of the house. The pig ordered him to stop.
He only slid to a stop when he saw a bunch of the military-like 5-0 surge from the house with his father in cuffs. However, it took a few of them to handle him because Ox wasn’t going without a fight.
As Judd went to move toward them, an arm hooked him around the neck, cutting off his air. “Don’t get any closer or you’re going to end up just like your old man.”
Judd forced a “Fuck you” past his crushed windpipe.
“Got a great future ahead of you, asshole. Just like him. Just give yourself a few years, if you live that long.”
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you, you scum-suckin’ pig!
As they tried to drag Ox down the porch steps, his pop did a reverse head-butt and slammed the pig behind him in the nose. Blood gushed from the oinker’s face and there were a bunch of yells, a raised metal baton and then it cracked his pop alongside his already bleeding head.
Ox dropped to his knees with his head hanging. The only thing keeping him from collapsing all the way to the concrete was the pigs hauling him back up. When they did, he spat a big, bloody hocker in one of their faces.
Judd shouted as everything became a blur. His father was shoved to the ground, a shin was pinned to his throat, and someone yelled, “Get a hood,” as they shoved his face into the concrete.
Another one yelled, “Seems like someone earned himself a spit tax.”
And then several of them began kicking his pop’s ribs and stomping on him with their boots.
Judd’s “No!” only came out as a squeak because of the arm pressing on his throat.
A flash caught his attention and he saw his mother, Trixie, rushing out of the house, screaming like a wild woman, her blonde hair flying behind her and her face twisted as she launched herself at one of the 5-0 beating up his father.
Another pig grabbed her, threw her to the ground and tried to pin her down, but she kept fighting. She was snapping with her teeth, clawing and spitting, too. Local 5-0 quickly jumped in and got her cuffed.
When the dust settled, his parents were both detained with their wrists and ankles bound, and screened hoods pulled over their heads. 5-0 dragged his father to a car, while a couple of them carried his mother.
She was still screaming but his pop was quiet as fuck, which was so unlike him.
Had they killed him?
One of the uniformed oinkers was yelling at Ox, “Double murder charge, resisting arrest, agg assault on several police officers, enough drugs in plain sight for a possession and intent to distribute charge. Illegal firearms. The list is fucking endless, Scott. You aren’t ever seeing your kids again. Probably better for them, anyway. It’ll give them a better future than an animal like you would ever give them.”
The pig loosened his grip just enough for Judd to catch his breath. “Lemme go!” he cried. “Lemme go!”
“Who can come get you and your sister?”
“If you don’t have anyone, Child Services will take both of you and most likely split you two up.”
That couldn’t happen. They’d run away first. He was not letting Jemma go anywhere without him. “No! I’m sixteen and old enough to take care of her ‘til they come home.”
“No, you’re not. And your parents aren’t coming home any time soon. Both will be going away for a long time.”
What? “Even my mom?”
“She’s getting charged with agg assault on a police officer, and there were enough drugs in the house to be charged for that, too. You probably won’t see her for the next five to seven years.”
Holy shit. That can’t be true! He couldn’t raise Jemma by himself for that long. He didn’t have money. He didn’t even have a damn job. He didn’t have shit. The only thing he had was what his parents had provided. Which wasn’t much but it was something.
Now he’d have nothing. How was he going to take care of his baby sister?
“Got family close by we can call?” another pig asked as he approached with a pad and pen.
Judd blinked. Who the hell would want to take him and Jemma in?
The only person he could think of was his pop’s sister.
But before he could tell the pig that, another oinker came out of the house carrying Jemma, whose face was ravaged from crying.
Judd ripped from the pig’s grasp and as he got closer, Jem spotted him and screamed, “Judd!” extending out her arms to him.
He snatched his sister out of the pig’s arms, and she clung to him, snot running out of her nose and tears an endless stream down her cheeks. “It’s okay, Jem. It’s okay. Promise. Gonna take care of you. Don’t worry.”
The slam of car doors had him turning and watching the pig mobiles tear down the street, one carrying their mother, the other their father.
He squeezed Jemma tighter. He had no fucking clue how he would do it, but he’d do everything he could to take care of her.
He just hoped he didn’t fail.
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