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Mutt: Sins of the Father
(2026)(The tenth book in the Evil Dead MC - Second Generation series)
A novel by Nicole James
From Wall Street Journal bestselling author, Nicole James, comes a Grumpy/Sunshine, Reverse Age Gap, MC romance.
Mutt—
I never expected this shit job to be anything but an annoyance.
I’m part of the Nevada chapter of the Evil Dead MC.
Lately, we keep doin’ the San Jose chapter favors, but this has got to take the cake.
Babysitting?
Is that what my life has come to?
Some crazy chick who’s got it out for the mob and is determined to avenge her late husband—whom they knocked off, by the way, and I’m supposed to keep her ass in check?
What hell is this I’ve been dropped into?
They call this town Sin City, and I’ve always believed in Lady Luck, but this hand I’ve been dealt is complete shit.
And then I lay eyes on the woman in question.
She’s shooting craps at one of the casinos the mob owns.
I sip my whiskey and watch her.
That cannot be the woman I’m supposed to keep in check.
There is no way that hot mama is forty-eight years old.
Hell, I’ve got more wrinkles than her, and I’m thirty-three.
There may be a fifteen-year age gap between us, but I’d do her in a New York minute.
I double check the info I’ve been texted again.
Jocelyn Silver, widow of Harry Silver, attorney for the San Jose chapter.
Forty-eight. 5’10. 120 pounds. Blonde hair, blue eyes.
I study her photo.
She looks like Charlize Theron. Only reason I know the name is the Mad Max movie, plus the hot as hell perfume commercials she’s done. This chick is a dead ringer for her.
I’ve never met Harry Silver, but they sent me a photo of him, too, and she’s definitely way out of his league, even if he made a shit-ton of money. Those two as a couple do not make sense, although, he’s six feet under now, so it doesn’t matter.
Which is where I come in.
The hired bodyguard. Not hired by her, but put to work by my MC to make sure she stays out of trouble and doesn’t do something stupid like get herself killed.
Why we care is a mystery to me. Daytona said Cole doesn’t want her death on his conscious so that’s supposed to be a good enough reason.
I thought my life was hell before.
Fuck me.
Mutt—
I never expected this shit job to be anything but an annoyance.
I’m part of the Nevada chapter of the Evil Dead MC.
Lately, we keep doin’ the San Jose chapter favors, but this has got to take the cake.
Babysitting?
Is that what my life has come to?
Some crazy chick who’s got it out for the mob and is determined to avenge her late husband—whom they knocked off, by the way, and I’m supposed to keep her ass in check?
What hell is this I’ve been dropped into?
They call this town Sin City, and I’ve always believed in Lady Luck, but this hand I’ve been dealt is complete shit.
And then I lay eyes on the woman in question.
She’s shooting craps at one of the casinos the mob owns.
I sip my whiskey and watch her.
That cannot be the woman I’m supposed to keep in check.
There is no way that hot mama is forty-eight years old.
Hell, I’ve got more wrinkles than her, and I’m thirty-three.
There may be a fifteen-year age gap between us, but I’d do her in a New York minute.
I double check the info I’ve been texted again.
Jocelyn Silver, widow of Harry Silver, attorney for the San Jose chapter.
Forty-eight. 5’10. 120 pounds. Blonde hair, blue eyes.
I study her photo.
She looks like Charlize Theron. Only reason I know the name is the Mad Max movie, plus the hot as hell perfume commercials she’s done. This chick is a dead ringer for her.
I’ve never met Harry Silver, but they sent me a photo of him, too, and she’s definitely way out of his league, even if he made a shit-ton of money. Those two as a couple do not make sense, although, he’s six feet under now, so it doesn’t matter.
Which is where I come in.
The hired bodyguard. Not hired by her, but put to work by my MC to make sure she stays out of trouble and doesn’t do something stupid like get herself killed.
Why we care is a mystery to me. Daytona said Cole doesn’t want her death on his conscious so that’s supposed to be a good enough reason.
I thought my life was hell before.
Fuck me.
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