Beautiful Thorns

beautiful thorns BOYS OF BELLEROSE BOOK 4 JAYMIN EVE TATE JAMES Tate James Jaymin Eve Beautiful Thorns: Boys Of Bellerose #4 Copyright © Tate James, Jaymin Eve 2023 All rights reserved First published in 2023 James, Tate Eve, Jaymin Beautiful Thorns: Boys of Bellerose #4 No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition, being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. All characters in this publication other than those clearly in the public domain are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Cover design: Emily Wittig Editing: Jax Garren (line). contents Follow Us Content Warning Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Epilogue Part One Epilogue Part Two Also by Tate James Also by Jaymin Eve For those who can't sing except in the bedroom. That's all you need to bag a rockstar. Or four. follow us For book discussions, giveaways, and general shit talking from Tate or Jaymin, please check out their reader groups on Facebook: Tate James – The Fox Hole Jaymin Eve – The Nerd Herd content warning Boys of Bellerose is a rock star mafia reverse harem story where the female main character finds her happily ever after with more than one lover. It’s a four book series, so cliffhangers should be expected throughout, until they find their happy ending. This series touches on darker themes and includes both graphic sex and graphic violence. Some characters have traumatic pasts, and there is mention of miscarriage, drug use, addiction, and murder. Should you have concerns, please apply discretion in deciding if this story is right for you. - Tate & Jaymin one BILLIE In the moments after shots rang out, and before I could even see who had fired those shots—or if anyone had been hit—Angelo threw himself on top of me, completely covering my body with his own. As I went down under his bulk, my pulse raced to epic levels, and my damn life flashed before my eyes. The fucking cliche of that happening, when I’ve always thought it was a bullshit line used in books, was infuriating. Maybe it was that I’d just hallucinated my dead father that brought everything to the forefront—these brief and random glimpses of my life. Like the first day I met Jace, both of us scrawny, missing teeth, and with more attitude than any fucking child should have. He called me a brat and I called him a butthole and we were soon best frenemies, hanging out and happy one minute, fighting and name-calling the next. The toxicity of our relationship would be disturbing, if part of me didn’t absolutely live for that shit. I couldn’t lose him. I couldn’t lose us. Not when we were almost back to the happy again. And then the next memory was the day I met Angelo. My Angel. The next boy to come into my life and turn it on its fucking head. Our first meeting had been similar to mine and Jace’s, on the top of the hill where we’d all lived. But we hadn’t really talked until our second meeting. That was at the local playground, one of the few times I’d gone there without Jace, and these two bullies were chasing me around trying to push my face into the dirt. My mom had been busy on her phone, not looking in my direction, and I’d been doing a pretty good job evading the assholes, when Angelo stepped out of what felt like thin air and pummeled them both. He’d been my savior from day one, and even now, in what might be our last moments, he was throwing himself in between danger and me. I couldn’t lose him. I couldn’t lose my guardian angel when I’d only just gotten him back. As the shots faded briefly, I heard Grayson’s roar, the sort of roar that spelled out a complete loss of control, and it shook me to my core. Was he okay? My silent, strong, protective Gray. He was the one who stood in the shadows so the rest of us could exist in the sun, and in truth, I wanted to live in those shadows with him. At least some of the time. The rest of the time I’d pull him into the sun with us because he was equal parts light and dark. He’d come into my life at a time when I’d had nothing, and now he meant everything. I couldn’t lose him. Not when we were repairing our bond and building a stronger foundation. Or was his roar about Rhett? My knight. My savior. There was no way I could imagine living in a world without his selflessness. Without his kind heart and wicked sense of humor. I couldn’t lose him either. I couldn’t lose any of them and survive with my soul intact. It was fucking ridiculous that any one woman could have four true loves. Four men that filled her metaphorical life-well with love and music and laughter, but here the fuck I was. On top of the world. About to lose it all. My breathing grew shallower as I remained motionless under Angelo. My brain was screaming at me to push him off, get up, do fucking something to ensure that my life wasn’t over now.