Dirty Unknown: Black Horsemen MC, #2

By Claire St. Rose

Dirty Unknown is book 2 of the Black Horsemen MC trilogy. Book 3, Dirty Wrongs, is available everywhere now!

I'LL TEACH HER TO KEEP HER MOUTH SHUT.

GLORIA
I heard something I wasn't supposed to hear.
I thought these dirty secrets would be my ticket out of this place.
But all they've gotten me is a one-way trip to a killer's bed.

VINNY
She tried to blackmail me.
Stupid little girl.

She's in far over her head.
If she doesn't do as I say…
I'll have no choice but to break her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Jan 7, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386484127

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Dirty Unknown: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Black Horsemen MC Book 2)

By Claire St. Rose

I’LL TEACH HER TO KEEP HER MOUTH SHUT.

GLORIA

I heard something I wasn’t supposed to hear.

I thought these dirty secrets would be my ticket out of this place.

But all they’ve gotten me is a one-way trip to a killer’s bed.

VINNY

She tried to blackmail me.

Stupid little girl.

She’s in far over her head.

If she doesn’t do as I say...

I’ll have no choice but to break her.

CHAPTER ONE

Ascream filled the room. Blood curdling, aching—the noise only a man in overpowering pain could make.

Gloria’s boiling water simmered to the top of the pan and ran down the side, extinguishing the fire that burning underneath. But the sound of the man screaming was her cue. She ignored the gas still running and the spoon still perched bobbing in the bubbly, frothy water. Her attention was only on the sound of the man crying out. What are you doing?! she screamed at Vinny as he lay on the floor of the living room. His legs were still on the couch, but he had managed to slip the top part of his body off. You’re not supposed to move without help. Do you want to break another rib?

She couldn’t help but break into a smile at seeing him writhe in pain as he attempted, in vain, to lift himself back up to the couch. Vinny was well over six feet tall. His bare chest was covered in black and red tattoos. His face was full of bruises and scars from fights he had won and lost. Yet, here he was in his own home, weakened from a blow to his ribs. And Gloria got to bear witness to just how much a man like Vinny could break when pushed to the edge.

She stood over him, her tiny arms crossed over her slight body and her foot tapping away impatiently. Yet a hint of a smile crossed her small face. She blew a strand of yellow hair from her eyes as she knelt down to offer him a hand.

Vinny took his free hand and pushed her off. He was not about to let her help him anymore than she already had. It had been about a week now since he had woken up back in his apartment. Gloria had already been there several days, attending to his every need and care. But now that he was starting to get his bearings back and the drugs were finally wearing off, he saw no need for her to baby him. Get off me, woman! he shouted at her as she continued to try to lift him by hooking her arms underneath his armpits. I can do this myself. I’m not completely helpless!

Fine. Do it your way. She dropped him back to the ground with a thud and took two steps back. He let out yet another cry of shocked pain. Her hand shot up to cover the burst of laughter she was about to release. But she knew better; Vinny was proud, almost to his detriment, so laughing at him—or even his situation—was a pretty heavy faux pas. Her best defense was to just roll with his silly demands and play along like nothing had happened to him, like she was not a part of the reason why he was so badly injured.

Ha-ha-ha. Vinny turned his head to mimic her. Laugh all you want. You won’t be laughing when I can manage to get myself off this goddamn couch. You best prepare.

She knelt down next to him, her face inches from his. She could feel his hot, sticky breath dance along the corner of her forehead. Oh really? she said, amused. And what exactly best I prepare for?

He smiled wickedly, a fire sparked in his dark, steely eyes. I promise you this: I won’t be babyin’ you like you been doin’ with me.

Vinny’s threat sent shivers down Gloria’s spine. She couldn’t help but remember those moments in her darkened bedroom the first night she met him. Sure, both of them were trying to play each other for information – Gloria had wanted to make him part of her blackmailing scheme; Vinny wanted her for an introduction to a motorcycle club – but each of them got what they were asking for and certainly more than they bargained for.

Gloria answered him breathlessly as her mind filled of the memory of him twisting her body to his every need, him overcoming her till she was what he wanted, Then you best get your ass back on this couch and let me take care of you until then.

Vinny slumped enough, allowing her to help place him back on the couch. This certainly was not what he wanted. Just a few short days ago, he was her bodyguard and an enforcer for the Black Horsemen Motorcycle Club. He was a 1%er with a reputation for being a take no prisoner kind of guy. He kept those who rebelled in line, and had no one giving him orders or helping him back to his makeshift bed.

He could still smell the blood from all of his most recent assignments with the Horsemen. His most recent was working on a man named Junior who was suspected of double crossing the Horsemen with the rival gang, the Road Devils, by giving their leadership information on who they bought and sold merchandize from.

It was actually Junior who led him to meeting Gloria. After Vinny had stepped up to vouch for Junior and to save him from getting killed under the Horsemen’s president’s command, the two were instructed to find out what the Road Devils had known and what their own drug operations looked like. Junior was to be used as an infiltrator, and Gloria was the perfect way to get him into the ranks by using her encyclopedic knowledge of everyone who frequented the motorcycle bar, Jackman’s Tavern.

It worked like a charm with Junior getting in without a question. It should have set off red flags for both Vinny and Gloria, but they were too wrapped up in their own scheme. Vinny had totally let down his guard after Gloria blackmailed him. He negotiated a deal where he would work with her as a bodyguard while she conned the locals rather than to pay her a ridiculous sum of money. In exchange, Gloria would keep her knowledge of the Horsemen’s scheme to herself.

Now, Vinny was no longer her bodyguard. In fact, it was him who had her to thank for keeping him alive. Vinny had failed to see the danger in Carl. He thought he could take him. But the thirst for vengeance made Gloria stronger. She had followed Vinny back to the Horsemen’s headquarters where she watched Carl and Junior beat the crap out of him in the parking lot. If she had not been there to stab Carl in the back, the same way he stabbed her in the Tavern’s parking lot during her first blackmail attempt, it certainly would have been Vinny’s body buried in a shallow grave.

He owed her his life now. It wasn’t just that he was her bodyguard or that she had some