Dirty Truths

dirty truths BOYS OF BELLEROSE BOOK 2 JAYMIN EVE TATE JAMES Tate James Jaymin Eve Dirty Truths: Boys Of Bellerose #2 Copyright © Tate James, Jaymin Eve 2022 All rights reserved First published in 2023 James, Tate Eve, Jaymin Dirty Truths: Boys of Bellerose #2 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 Also by Tate James Also by Jaymin Eve This book is dedicated to our foolish optimism and chronic overachieving. It’s just a match made in heaven, baby! Or maybe the other place, come to think of it. Whatever, it works. 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, abuse, drug use, addiction, and murder. Should you have concerns, please apply discretion in deciding if this story is right for you. - Tate & Jaymin one JACE The blonde chick cried out as I thrust another two times, before the lackluster rush of my release had me blowing my fucking load. She continued to moan and writhe below me, no doubt hoping I’d make her come too, but I was done. I made no excuses about who I was these days. They wanted the rock star cock, and they got it, but this dick gave zero fucks about them or their pleasure. Rolling off her, I found my pants in the next seconds, pulled them on, and headed for the door. She called out after me with a breathy Jace, baby, but I was already done. Finished. Forgotten her damn name. Had I even asked her name? Probably not. She was a bad choice, anyway. From a glance, she looked too much like her. Billie fucking Bellerose. Security waited for me outside, one of them handing me a leather jacket, which I shrugged on. I ended up without a shirt more times than not these days, but these guys were well trained. No one said a word as they followed me down to the car that was waiting out front. I’d paid for the whole night, but I never stayed longer than it took me to get off. I kept my head down as I slid into the backseat of the blacked-out SUV—not wanting to make myself an easy target for the paparazzi constantly following me around—so I didn't realize I had company until the car door closed. “Don’t fucking start,” I growled, pulling a rolled joint out of the pocket of my jacket. I’d raided Rhett’s stash before he woke up this morning; he was so fucked up these days that he’d never notice. Grayson gave a long-suffering sigh but said nothing. Yet. He just waited for me to light up, then stole the joint from my lips before I even got a full drag. “Dick,” I muttered, waiting for him to take a puff before he handed it back. He exhaled heavily, filling the back of the car with thick, musky weed smoke. “Good shit,” he grunted. “Rhett’s?” I just tipped my head back, filling my own lungs as my head swirled. I’d been hitting drugs and alcohol harder than usual, but nothing compared to Rhett. Poor bastard was suffering a broken heart. I got it. I’d been there, with the same ruthless bitch. “Why’re you here, Gray?” I drawled, refocusing on the broad-shouldered fuck beside me. He leveled me with a hard glare. “I need a reason? I thought we were a band, Jace.” I scoffed, an ugly sound. “Don’t give me that shit, Gray. Hurricane Billie destroyed us, and you know it.” His mouth twisted with anger. He’d been more into that temptress bitch than he’d ever let on, but I could recognize it in his eyes every time I said her name. I almost wished she would turn up again, just to see Gray rip her a new asshole. “Billie isn’t responsible for this,” he said in a low rumble. “Flo is. And Tucker. If they hadn’t—” “Bullshit,” I spat. “Bullshit. Flo and Tom fucked up by trying to sell her back to the Riccis, but look how it all turned out. She wasn’t abducted, she ran away. Willingly. No one forced her to go, Gray, she left of her own volition. The sooner you two accept it, the better you’ll both be.” Grayson’s fist balled in his lap, and I got the feeling he’d happily punch me in the teeth right now. I didn’t even care. Maybe it’d be good if he