Mama & Pops (Bones MC Legends #1) Read Online Marteeka Karland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC Tags Authors: Series: Bones MC Legends Series by Marteeka Karland
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
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“Now you’re just taking away all my fuckin’ fun,” I muttered. I was secretly pleased he’d done it, but I also knew there would be a couple who’d test me. There always were.

As I glanced around, I found two, possibly three, who would test me. I could see it in the way their gazes slid to me. They were all young -- none of them over twenty-three or twenty-four -- but they had been on their own long enough to not take kindly to a woman giving them orders.

I walked up to the biggest of them. He was a good three or four inches taller than me, but I managed to get in his face. “I see you got a problem with me bein’ in charge.” My voice was quiet, as deadly as I could make it. “You gonna test me, do it now. I won’t have anyone claimin’ I snuck up on ‘em before I nutted ‘em.” I stepped back a couple of steps and held out my hands to my sides, raising an eyebrow. “Take your best shot, motherfucker.”

As I expected, the guy lunged for me, going for his arms around my waist, probably to take me down in a football tackle. Amateur. I went down to one knee and uppercut his crotch with as much force as I could. The guy let out a startled yelp, then went down to his knees, clutching his privates.

I spun out of the way so he couldn’t reach me if he tried. Immediately, the other two charged. One of them I punted on the side of the knee. The other one wrapped two brawny arms around me from behind. I snapped my head back twice, my height letting me catch him in the nose. He staggered back and I nailed him with a spinning kick so my heel connected with his jaw.

“Who’s next?” I glared at the three men on the ground before staring down the rest of them. Mike, bless his heart, stood with his arms crossed over his chest, a big-ass shit-eating grin on his face.

He looked at Taz. “That’s my woman.”

The men on the ground groaned, looking to Taz for… something. I had no idea what, but this would define our relationship with this club. If it wasn’t to my satisfaction, I’d take Gracie and Liam and we’d get the fuck out. Start our own fucking club.

Taz shook his head. “Don’t look at me. I tried to fuckin’ warn ya.”

I waited until the guy whose knee I’d taken out attempted to stand. He looked up at me, pain on his face. “Sorry, ma’am.”

“Mama. My name is Mama.”

I reached down to offer him a hand up. The kid nodded as he took my hand and stood. “Mitch Bohannon. They call me Brutal.”

The one I’d kicked in the face was already on his feet, holding out a hand to me. “Mason Gray.” He shrugged. “Gray.”

The poor guy I’d nailed in the balls had made it to one knee, but he didn’t look like he was ready to go farther. “Gerald Ferguson, ma’am.”

“Mama.” I grinned, holding out a hand to him. “Got a road name?”

He gasped for air. Though he took my hand, he couldn’t seem to get to his feet. Kid shook his head before dropping my hand, one arm braced on his knee, the other went back to his balls. “Nah.”

“How about Squid?” someone called out. The guy on the ground threw a scowl over his shoulder. Or tried to. He ended up groaning, but finally managed to get to his feet. He still bent over, sucking air.

“How about you shut the fuck up.” Pops took charge, angry scowl firmly in place. “He needed a demonstration. He got one.” He tilted his head at Gerald. “How about we call you Mo.” Pops shrugged. “Seems fitting.”

“Mo?” One of the other guys barked out a laugh. “What does that even mean?”

Pops looked at me, grinning before shrugging his shoulders. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the twitch to my lips. “The Mighty Mo.”

“What does the USS Missouri have to do with Ferguson?”

“Jesus, man.” Brutal gave the guy an irritated look. “Missouri is the fuckin’ Show Me state. Maybe you’re the fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Oh.” The other guy looked a little deflated but didn’t protest. “Yeah. That’s pretty good.”

“Mo it is then.” I clapped the guy on the shoulder. He grunted, but actually attempted to chuckle. Straightening slowly, he extended his hand to me. I took it in a firm grip. “Mama.”

I grinned. “Good.” Looking around the rest of the group I raised an eyebrow. “Anyone else need a demonstration?”

When no one answered, Pops took over again. “You all are gonna get to work. We’ve got a place to clean up and remodel. And build. We can’t have a proper home until we get it finished.”


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