Down & Dirty: Books 1-3: Dirty Angels MC Series Box Set
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Down & Dirty: Books 1-3
Dirty Angels MC Series Box Set
Jeanne St. James
Copyright © 2018 by Jeanne St. James
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Contents
Books by Jeanne St. James
Disclaimer
DAMC
Acknowledgments
Author’s Note
Down & Dirty: Zak
About Down & Dirty: Zak
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
Epilogue
Down & Dirty: Jag
Acknowledgments
About Down & Dirty: Jag
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
Down & Dirty: Hawk
About Down & Dirty: Hawk
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
Epilogue
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(Can be read as standalones)
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(All the novellas in this series are standalones)
Forever Him
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Down & Dirty: Dirty Angels MC Series:
(Can be read as standalones)
Down & Dirty: Zak
Down & Dirty: Jag
Down & Dirty: Hawk
Down & Dirty: Diesel
Down & Dirty: Axel
Down & Dirty: Slade
Down & Dirty: Dawg
Down & Dirty: Dex
Down & Dirty: Linc
Down & Dirty: Crow
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Down & Dirty ’til Dead
Acknowledgments
A HUGE thank you to Judy and Kenny Vodila for answering all my questions when it came to MC’s. You were an important part of this book!
And even though it’s fictional (and a romance), I hope it’s true to life as much as an MC romance can be.
Author’s Note
With the end of the Brothers in Blue Series, I was sad to let the Bryson family go. So, I was determined to create another “family” of sorts. This time only a couple of them are cops. The rest? Well, they are rough talking, tough acting, and ready to get “down and dirty” bikers. But in the end, these men will do anything for their women. And, to me, that’s all that matters.
Welcome to Shadow Valley, Pennsylvania, where the Dirty Angels MC rules...
Dedication
At an author takeover on Facebook, there was a “game” played where you had only $5.00 to spend on the characteristics you wanted in a lover/spouse/partner. I spent my $5 to pick the following characteristics on my ideal partner. I chose:
A cop
Tattoos
Funny
G-Spot Magician
Good with his Tongue
Afterward, I realized I hit the jackpot and I had all that. Thank you, baby, for being so supportive. Love you. (You know who you are.)
About Down & Dirty: Zak
Welcome to Shadow Valley where the Dirty Angels MC rules. Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this is Zak’s story…
After spending the last ten years in prison, Zak, former DAMC president, has a few priorities: to reconnect with his “brothers,” to get drunk, and to get laid. Not necessarily in that order. When he spots a stunning woman in the clubhouse and mistakes her for one of the club’s strippers, those priorities get a bit skewed.
Sophie has no idea what happened to her life. One minute she’s totally focused on building her bakery business, and the next? She’s delivering a cake to the Dirty Angels motorcycle club’s “homecoming” celebration for a member who just got out of prison. Little does she know baking that cake will change the rest of her life, not to mention, make her a target for a rival MC. Normally, Sophie wouldn’t be caught dead with a man like Zak, a tattooed, ex-con, badass biker.
When a decades old territory war threatens to rip them apart, Zak will do anything to keep Sophie, his club, and the town safe. But being from two different worlds, the threat the
y’re under may not be worth the risk.
Chapter One
A high-pitched buzz sounded. The magnetic door latch released and with a violent push, Zak stepped out into the sunlight.
Not even six feet from the building, he stopped, closed his eyes, flared his nostrils and inhaled a deep breath.
Smelled like freedom.
He opened his eyes, spun on his heels and raised his arms to give the double middle finger salute to the guards watching him on the cameras. He threw his head back and laughed.
Fuck them all.
His breath condensed in the frigid air and he wore no jacket but he didn’t care.
Life. Was. Good.
A horn honked and he turned to see who it was. Though, it wasn’t who he’d hoped, he wouldn’t gripe about it. A brother was a brother, whether blood or not.
He picked up the small bag of personal items from where he dropped it in his haste to flip the guards the bird and jogged to the curb where his chariot awaited.
Diesel tossed him his leather cut, as well as a hooded sweatshirt. After pulling the sweatshirt over his T, he raised his colors to his nose and inhaled.
Yeah. His vest smelled like leather, smoke, booze and pussy. Best combination in the world.
The patch was dirty and worn but still made a clear statement. He was a fucking Dirty Angel and after ten years in the joint, that still hadn’t changed.
This was his homecoming. And it would be his last one because he swore to himself he would never go into that concrete box again.
Never.
Diesel, the club’s Enforcer, wore a huge grin when they clasped hands and bumped chests. “Good to see you, brother.”
The man’s smile was infectious. “Same, brother. Been too fuckin’ long.” He jabbed a finger at the Sergeant at Arms patch on the man’s cut. “See nothin’s changed. Still bustin’ heads?”
Diesel only grunted and moved around the hood of the car to the driver’s side.
Zak yanked open the door of the classic Pontiac GTO—Diesel’s baby after his bike—and slid onto the seat, holding his cut on his lap like it was precious. Before climbing in, Diesel shrugged out of his, turned it inside out and slipped it back over his shoulders.
You never wore your colors when riding in a “cage,” and if you did, you turned your colors in. Because DAMC was a damn bike club, not a car club. That was a lesson not to be forgotten. Zak smiled at the memory of kicking a prospect’s ass for disrespecting the club by wearing his vest colors out while in a car.
Good times.
As Diesel pulled away from the parking lot, the larger man’s head swiveled to study him, but Zak wasn’t in the mood to talk about his time inside so he said, “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”
“Sounds like a plan. Need to get to church anyway, everyone’s gettin’ together for your homecomin’ celebration.”
Zak glanced at him in surprise. “Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah. Want to welcome home our president.”
Zak shook his head and frowned. “I’m no longer president, D. Even I’m aware of that.”
Diesel grunted, then said, “That’ll change,” and turned the key.
The throaty roar of the big block engine was music to Zak’s ears. He couldn’t wait to get the power of his bike between his thighs again. He’d missed it.
He’d missed the open road.
He’d missed doing shit on his timetable and not the warden’s.
Even so, he hadn’t missed being the club president and didn’t know if he even wanted the hassle anymore. He wanted to enjoy his newly found freedom for a while. And being constantly saddled with club business choked that freedom.
But as his gaze slid to Diesel, he didn’t think the time was right to talk about it.
They had a party to go to.
Beer to drink.
He needed to reconnect with his brothers.
And, almost as important, he needed to fuck some pussy. Because ten years was way too long to go without.
First order of business back at the club was to make his rounds. Second was to drain his clogged pipes.
And if it took more than one woman to do it? So be it.
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When Diesel pulled the GTO through the gate into the rear parking lot of the clubhouse, a sense of relief overcame Zak. He breathed easier and felt himself automatically settling back into the old ways. He was home. Really fucking home.
He’d noticed there were no bikes or cars parked out front on the public side of the clubhouse, The Iron Horse Roadhouse. Hawk must have shut the bar down so everyone could attend the pig roast, which would be held out back, the private side of church.
“Got the girls to clean out one of the larger rooms upstairs so you got somewhere to crash tonight. Stay as long as you want. You know the deal.”
Zak didn’t answer, he only nodded, amazed at the sight of how packed the back lot was with vehicles.
Large fucking turnout.
Anxiety crept through him, his stomach churning a bit. He’d been gone a long time. A whole fucking decade. Things looked the same so far, but he knew there had been changes. Hopefully for the better.
Club life hadn’t stood still waiting for Zak to do his time. His fingers fisted in his cut as it laid on his lap.
Diesel parked directly in front of the back entrance to the clubhouse—it was almost as if the spot had been reserved for him—and shut the car off, not moving to get out.
Zak didn’t, either. Instead, he rolled his gaze up to read the sign over the grey steel-metal door.
Dirty Angels MC.
Under that, in smaller letters… Down & Dirty ‘til Dead.
His nostrils flared as he sucked in oxygen.
This was his family. They would welcome him home with open arms.
Well, they would.
His dad and brother… not so much.
He mentally shook that problem out of his head and shot a look at Diesel before pushing the door open and unfolding from the passenger seat. As soon as he was on his feet, he shrugged his cut over his shoulders.
That was more like it. Now he was home.
He glanced down to where the rectangular patch was missing, where it had been ripped free from the leather, just a few stray threads left behind as a reminder.
He was no longer president. Someone else wore that patch now.
More power to Pierce for taking on the headache.
Though, some of the brothers weren’t thrilled with Pierce taking the head of the table. Even though they were all brothers at heart, Pierce didn’t come from either bloodline of the two club founders, Doc and Bear.
And Pierce didn’t always agree with all of the club’s business staying on the upside, staying legit. He tended to lean toward the old ways.
But the old ways had gotten way too many of them locked up. And when a brother was doing time, that meant less money in the coffers. One less member paying dues, one less member working in the businesses.
And that was not good. Not good for the club in general. Not good for the brothers who remained on the outside because they had to step up to fill in the financial gaps.
“Gonna just stand there, or gonna take your ass inside?” Diesel prodded, making Zak shake himself mentally to get himself out of his head, his thoughts.
With a smile to his brother, he kissed the tips of his fingers then leapt straight up, tagging the club’s entryway sign with his hand.
Good to be home.
Diesel grunted, yanked open the door, and shoved Zak past the threshold into the dim interior.
Then the sound was deafening. The hooting, the hollering, the cat calls, the whistles, and “fuck yeah’s,” as Zak parted the crowd like the Red Sea. The common area was packed. Familiar faces became a blur as he fought his way through the back pats, shoulder bumps, forearms clasps. His face began to ache from the smile he wore; it couldn’t get any bigger, any wider.
He pushed his way to the club’s private bar and stared at Ha
wk stationed behind it. The big man had his thick arms crossed over his chest and a serious expression on his face. He looked the same as Z remembered, just ten years older. A few lines at the corners of his dark brown eyes, his dark hair in a short mohawk. That hadn’t changed, either. Both sides of his head were shaved, his bare scalp sporting tattoos.
His right-hand man.
Or used to be, anyway. Zak’s gaze dropped to the man’s rectangular patch and was pleased to see the man was still VP.