Corrupted (Book 2): Blacktop Sinners MC, #2

By Kathryn Thomas

This is book 2 of the Blacktop Sinners MC romance series! Book 3 of this motorcycle club romance series is available everywhere now!

 

Every stroke corrupts her more and more.

 

It only took one night to change her life.

One raw night that left her craving more and more of me.

 

But I can't stay here.

Not with an innocent young thing like her.

I'm too scarred by my criminal past. Too corrupted to lay my dirty hands on the pretty little virgin nurse.

 

So I break her heart in order to save her life.

 

Leaving Tess was hard.

But getting her back will be even harder.

Because just when I think I've severed all ties, my enemies find her, the only weakness I have left.

 

Now, I'll have to fight a war to protect my woman.

If that's what it takes, so be it.

I've spent my whole life preparing for this moment.

 

And I'll spill every last drop of their blood to keep her safe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393420262

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Corrupted: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Blacktop Sinners MC Book 2)

By Kathryn Thomas

Every stroke corrupts her more and more.

IT ONLY TOOK ONE NIGHT to change her life.

One raw night that left her craving more and more of me.

But I can’t stay here.

Not with an innocent young thing like her.

I’m too scarred by my criminal past. Too corrupted to lay my dirty hands on the pretty little virgin nurse.

So I break her heart in order to save her life.

Leaving Tess was hard.

But getting her back will be even harder.

Because just when I think I’ve severed all ties, my enemies find her, the only weakness I have left.

Now, I’ll have to fight a war to protect my woman.

If that’s what it takes, so be it.

I’ve spent my whole life preparing for this moment.

And I’ll spill every last drop of their blood to keep her safe.

Chapter 1

Derek dropped her off at her apartment after the most awkward truck ride ever. He was just grateful that Boone was only so big. He’d passed through Houston just once on a trip post juvie, and it took an hour to get anywhere in that town. The fifteen minutes of icy silence between him and Tess till he let her out was its own special kind of never ending Hell. Once he was home, he had spent almost an hour in his truck, his head resting on the steering wheel and his blood boiling in his veins. He’d just have to do this the tough way, break into the hospital, and get to the lost and found himself. It would be easier to get caught, far more likely to be conspicuous, but his clock was running down, and the finesse approach had blown up spectacularly in his face.

Swallowing, he hopped out of his Ford and headed through his garage to the door. It was stupid. It was no better of him to let himself imagine what a life with Tess could be like than when he was a kid and daydreamed that this set of parents, finally, would be the real ones, the fairy tale kind that everyone else got. Except he wasn’t ten anymore and should know better. There weren’t happy endings, not for used up men like him.

Not for killers.

He might have gotten his own hands dirty only when his brothers needed it, only when it was protecting his president or his club, but Tess would never understand that. She was a good girl, and even suspecting the knife had been used in a murder had turned her cold and against him. The fact that it was all an accident and he wasn’t even the guilty party (this time) wouldn’t do anything to thaw her. Healers and killers didn’t run together; nurses and outlaws didn’t ride off into the sunset together. Hell, outlaws always rode off into the great unknown alone. He should understand that, know better.

After all, except for Ron and then for his brothers in the club, he’d always been alone. Right now, when it mattered, except for Ron defending him to the board, he was still fucking alone.

No, scratch that. As he walked into his kitchen, he realized with a sinking sensation that he must have spent a lot more time collecting his thoughts in the darkened garage than he realized. Right now? He had visitors.

Sitting around his kitchen table like it was any other Saturday, here for round two of pancakes were Bones, Bullet and Smitty. It did not escape Derek’s notice that Smitty had his brass knuckles grasped in one hand, albeit not yet formally in placed over his right fist.

Shaking his head, Derek strode to the fridge and pulled out a Coke. Opening it, he took in greedy gulps as he leaned against the cool, stainless steel of the appliance. You’re early. I’ve got more than twenty-four hours, and you know it.

Bones shrugged and glanced at Smitty. We’re here as an incentive committee.

Extra special bonus? He demanded. This is between me and Spike—-

You’re wrong, Grinder, Bones continued, the veins in his neck pulsing as he talked. Someone needed to lay off the steroids just a notch. You betray the brotherhood? And it’s between all of us.

Well since I didn’t do that and am about to head over to the hospital to steal back the knife, then no one has to worry.

Smitty shook his head, his beady eyes regarding Derek with nothing but disdain. Spike’s sentimental. He’s always favored you.

And I’ve always had his back, Derek countered.

Until you didn’t, Bullet snapped, his mullet even greasier than a day ago if that was possible. Convenient that you had the president in the perfect position to ruin him, get him shot or sent to the pen forever.

Not me, Derek countered, draining his drink. At least the caffeine was getting his neurons firing, something they hadn’t done worth a damn all morning. It’s not time’s up yet so get the Hell out of my house before you remember why I’m the chief enforcer.

Not for much longer, Smitty said, as they stood. Blacktop Sinners don’t got time for traitors. With that, he stalked over surprisingly fast for his size and slugged Derek hard in the stomach.

He bent over and gasped with the loss of air in his gut, with the flash of pain from the brass knuckles the old dick had slipped on in time to really sock it to him. Wheezing and trying to regain equilibrium, Derek glared up at all three of them.

I’m going to prove it wasn’t me, and then you’ll all be wearing the biggest shit eating grins in history.

Smitty’s expression softened for just a second as he spoke, I hope so, kid, hate to think you fooled us all.

But, Bones added. Your whole bit would be a fuck ton more intimidating if you weren’t gasping like a damn fish out of water. Right now, clock’s ticking, you bastard. Get the knife or we’re going out back, and you won’t be returning, even to traction.

Chapter 2

Tess was locked in the hospital lab all alone. She had no idea why she was doing this, why she was running the test on the blood dried on the knife to determine if it was human or not. It wasn’t too extensive