Dirty Chaos, page 1
Dirty Chaos
By
Dawn Martens
Table of Contents
Title Page
Blurb
DAWN MARTENS
Songs I listened to while writing
Dedication | This book is for Penny, my biggest cheerleader, and of course the only reason this book exists the way it does haha. #teamhunter
Prologue | Dirty
Chapter one | Anara
Chapter Two | Dirty
Chapter Three | Chaos
Chapter Four | Anara
Chapter Five | Dirty
Chapter Six | Chaos
Chapter Seven | Anara
Chapter Eight | Dirty
Chapter Nine | Chaos
Chapter Ten | Anara
Chapter eleven | Dirty
Chapter Twelve | Chaos
Chapter Thirteen | Anara
Chapter Fourteen | Dirty
Chapter Fifteen | Chaos
Chapter Sixteen | Anara
Chapter Seventeen | Dirty
Chapter Eighteen | Chaos
Chapter Nineteen | Anara
Chapter Twenty | Dirty
Chapter Twenty-One | Chaos
Epilogue one | Anara
Epilogue Two | Dirty
Epilogue three | Chaos
About the Author
More from this author
Falling For The Roommate
Falling For The Boss | Falling For The Biker
Never Letting You Go | Wasn’t Supposed To Love You | Don’t Want To Lose You | Can’t Resist You
Derek (Book Four)
UnKiss Me | UnTouch Me | UnBreak This Heart | UnLove Me (The Angel Warriors MC Complete Trilogy Box Set) | New Love (Angel Warriors MC Novelette)
Always Were Mine
Falling For The Untamed
Revealing Raven | Unravelling Raven | Ravishing Raven | Unleashing Raven
Sacking The Player
You Wreck Me | You Break Me | You Kill Me | You Belong to Me
Renegade Lady | Renegade Reject | Renegade Wedding
Whiskey Lullaby | Broken | I Hope You Dance | Love Song Series Box Set
Chase (Book One) | Kade (Book Two)
Blurb
Once you become Untamed property, there is no way out.
Anara and Dirty have loved each other for years. Finally, they’re together, seemingly happy. But when an earth-shattering video gets sent out, everything comes crashing down.
Hunter ‘Chaos’ Jackson lost Anara once. But now that Anara is newly single, will she give him a second chance or is the love they used to have over for good?
Two men, two different clubs, both fighting for the same woman.
Who will get her in the end?
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DAWN MARTENS
Copyright © Dawn Martens
Published 2022
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Songs I listened to while writing
Situations – Falling in Reverse
I really wish I hated you – Blink 182
Pick up the Phone – Falling in Reverse
Caraphernelia – Pierce the Veil
I Don’t Love You – My Chemical Romance
I Hate everything about You – Three Days Grace
Gives You Hell – All American Rejects
A Letter to Ashley – Your Broken Hero
Dedication
This book is for Penny, my biggest cheerleader, and of course the only reason this book exists the way it does haha. #teamhunter
Prologue
Dirty
Fucking this bitch, there is nothing like it. The thrill of something new and shiny, and Chasity is fucking shiny. I’ve been a good boy, for too long, and I can’t hold back my dirty desires. Anara is too vanilla for me, and I hate it. Maybe I made a rash decision with us becoming something, moved too fast. But I didn’t want her getting taken away from me before I could make something of us.
So, I claimed her, when I had no business in doing so. Six months, that’s all it took for me to get back to my playboy ways. And not a single part of me regrets it. I love Anara, I do, but I need more.
It’s been a downward spiral for me; at first, it was just on the road, but now, it’s whenever I can. I can’t stop myself.
“Oh, Dirty.” Chasity moans as I thrust hard into her. Fuck, she’s tight. I love breaking in the new girls, since Hangman stopped doing it. Watching Hangman and Rage both fall in love and stop fucking whores was a sight to see, but my dick is constantly hard as a rock with these new bitches. Don’t know how they do it.
“Fuck yeah, come around my cock,” I grunt as I thrust roughly inside this bitch’s cunt.
She does just that at my words and I feel it coming myself. Pulling out of her, I flip her around, on her knees in front of me and finish myself on her face. Fuck, she’s hot.
I pull her up, and kiss her, tasting myself as well. “Thanks,” I say as I pull away and tuck myself back into my jeans.
“Anytime, baby. When are you gonna leave Anara?” she asks innocently.
“Never, she’s my Old Lady.”
“But, Dirty, I got this.” She pulls down her top and there in black ink is ‘Dirty’s Girl’ tattooed on her tit. I pale as I see it. What the fuck?
“Bitch, what did you do?”
She shrugs and gives me a cum-covered grin. “Just wanted you to see how devoted I am.”
“I ain’t yours.”
“No, but I do belong to you. No one else fucks me but you,” she says, getting a face cloth from my bathroom to clean her face off.
“Fuck, you better keep that shit covered,” I warn her.
“Don’t worry, Dirty, I will, you’re mine. Anara or not. I’ll always be your dirty little secret.” She gives me the sexiest grin and my cock starts to harden again. Fuck, maybe I have a sex-addiction issue. That would explain it.
My phone starts going crazy, and I look and see not only has Anara been messaging me but so has Hangman, Rage, and Decker.
I frown opening everything, and freeze. Someone sent a video of me fucking Chasity to Anara. What the fuck? Who would do this? I storm out of my room and go in search of Hangman. There I see Gunner on the floor bleeding. Everyone is shouting at him about sending texts.
“What’s going on?” I demand, coming into the crowd.
“This fucker sent texts to our women, about us cheating.”
Well fuck! I considered Gunner a good friend; why the fuck would he do this? “I just got a text from Anara, it was a video, of me fucking Chasity.”
Decker shakes his head and everyone looks at me like they already fucking know and don’t give a fuck. I get it, they all have shit happening. But fuck, Anara got a full-blown video; I was even calling Chasity ‘Anara’ as I came on her face. Gunner is gonna die, a slow, fucking, painful death.
And I’ll happily take part in it.
Chapter one
Anara
Fuck Dirty, fuck him with a rusty spoon. I hate him, and everything about him. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten with him, but no, my love for him won out in the end. And now here I am. Looking like a fucking fool.
I snapped at Jennifer about him when we all last got together, and I know it’s not her fault, but I couldn’t help but act like a bitch. I knew something wasn’t right, and I knew that Dirty fantasized about her, and I just reacted. I hate that I did because it’s not her fault.
No, it’s mine...for ever giving Dirty a chance to begin with. He’s just like Hunter, just fucking like him. Why do I have such shitty tastes in men? I mean come on. First, Hunter cheats on me, in front of me, and I just take it for years. Then I knew, fucking, knew, Dirty would be the same and I still went for it.
Well, fuck that, I’m picking myself up and not giving in to him again. He can suck a rotten egg.
Getting that text from the unknown number, well that about did me in. I didn’t know what the hell I was opening, but when the video started playing and my name was said, I freaked out and instantly forwarded it to Dirty, telling him we’re over.
Right now, I’m at Melissa’s place, but the house I left was mine. Dirty was an added addition. So, the minute I can, I’m ch
We’re done. So fucking done.
Now I’m sitting here, watching Justine pace with her newborn daughter. She got a text, too, but pictures, not a video. Jennifer is here also, but she’s not as mad. She knew about Rage’s cheating, he told her, flat out. She’s just upset that it was shoved in her face.
“While I don’t mind having y’all here, what are you gonna do?” Melissa asks.
“I’m going back first thing once the locks are changed,” Justine says.
“I’m just staying for a little to help the ladies, I know they’re upset. I am, too, but for me, it’s not as bad,” Jennifer replies.
Everyone looks to me. “I’m staying here until I can get locks changed also. It’s my house, not Dirty’s; he only moved in. I’m over him, over it all!” I spit out angrily.
Melissa looks to me and cringes at how mad I am. Then, she looks to Justine. “I’m sorry my dad did this.”
Justine shrugs. “After the shit I went through before with him, he can fuck himself.” Her baby starts to cry and I swoop in to take her. I wanted a kid, wanted multiples of them with Dirty. But now, fuck that. This might be my only chance to hold a baby.
“Hey, pretty girl,” I coo at her.
The girls continue to rant and I say nothing, my anger is stewing. I have nothing nice to say, and I’m sure this pretty baby can pick up the vibes of the room.
“I should have just maintained not being exclusive with Carson. All of this could have been avoided.” Non-exclusive huh, maybe I should take that on. Then I won’t get so heartbroken. Justine has been rubbing off on me lately. I love her company. Dark and dirty. Dirty, just thinking about that name launches my anger.
“Yeah, I don’t blame you, girl. Dad may have wanted you all to himself but what he did. I have no words,” Melissa tells Justine.
“Fuck men,” I mutter, rocking little baby Chandler.
Jennifer looks at me with pity. I don’t want her pity, not after how I’ve treated her. “Girl, I’m sorry, I know you’re struggling but you need to talk to Dirty before you make any rash decisions,” she tells me.
I shake my head. “We already went over this. I told him flat out, he cheats once, I’m gone. And it’s that bitch Chasity.” That makes it worse. I knew Chasity. She only recently joined the club as a girl, but I knew her. We worked together at the grocery store.
And in the video, her shirt was pulled down and I saw Dirty’s named tattooed on her skin. If I wasn’t a good person, I’d take a knife to the bitch and cut it off of her.
“At least you haven’t married him yet. Unfortunately for me, I married Hangman and had his kid. So, I will have to deal with him at some point, but that time isn’t now. I’m changing the locks and filing for divorce. Fuck him!” Justine spits out angrily.
I feel her, Dirty wants to get married but I held off, saying I wasn’t ready. In truth, deep down, I always knew we wouldn’t last. Not because I don’t love him or anything, but I knew something would happen to fuck it up. Now I’m just thankful I went with my gut.
I hear the sound of bikes coming down the street, and I put baby Chandler down in her playpen and go to the window next to Justine, Jennifer and Melissa follow behind us. And, of course, there they are, all our men. Rage, Hangman, and Dirty.
Slammer beats us to the door and stands guard. Melissa really got a good man in him. “Y’all need to leave,” he states, not moving from the door, arms crossed.
“We’re not leaving until we talk to our women,” Hangman says. “You’ll let me pass, Slammer, you may not be a full member anymore but I’m still your president.”
“Then consider me out for good, because president, father-in-law, doesn’t fucking matter, you ain’t getting in here,” Slammer declares and Melissa swoons.
“My man is so sexy, no wonder I keep popping out his kids.” She giggles and we all join in.
Jennifer takes this moment to put her coat on and grab her purse. “I’m gonna head out with my man, we need to talk anyway. He already told me about the girl, just seeing the picture hurt. You two, I’ll be in touch and we can talk.”
How she can forgive Rage baffles me. But at least her man is honest about shit. Unlike mine. How long has Dirty been fucking around on me? Probably since the beginning. I wouldn’t be surprised.
We look out the window and see Jennifer go to Rage, give him a quick kiss, and hop in her car. He ends up following behind her.
I don’t hear Hangman talking to Slammer anymore, instead I see him next to his bike, fists clenched. Dirty looks worse for wear, good. Hope he feels like shit. Asshole.
Dirty goes up to the door next. “Please, I just need to see her.”
“Nope.” This time, I move, going to the door, moving Slammer out of the way, and get into Dirty’s face.
“I hate you. I never want to see you again. And if you even think about trying to persuade me otherwise, I’ll gut you myself. I’ll happily do time.” I walk back inside just as Dirty lets out a guttural roar and drops to his knees.
Fuck him. I’m done.
Chapter Two
Dirty
I’ve fucked it all up, she won’t take me back. I just went home to see if she’s there and my key wouldn’t work. She’s changed the locks. Fuck me. I head back to the club, defeated. I brought this on myself. I can’t even be upset with her, I go back to my bike and it’s there, at the side of the house I see it. All my shit, in boxes and bags. A giant sign saying my name on it.
Fuck, she’s really done with me.
I have to do something, to prove I can be a better man. But I don’t know what, and I know I won’t stop fucking around because that’s not me, I can’t be a one-woman man. But how can I get Anara to take me back? She hates cheaters.
I call a prospect and have him bring a cage around so I can load up my shit. Looks like I’ll be staying at the clubhouse again for the foreseeable future. I see movement in the window and my heart breaks. Fuck me, I miss her. I miss her gentle smile, the smell of her cigarettes after we have sex.
I just hate that she wasn’t enough to satisfy me, that’s what it comes down to. I’m not man enough for her. For now, I’ll give her space, but the minute I think she’s ready, I’m storming back into her life and not giving her a second to breathe. Then we’ll talk. Maybe a non-exclusive relationship will work better, but the thought of another man touching her makes my blood boil.
But I can’t think about that right now. She needs time, and I’ll give it to her.
The ugly, white van we own comes down the street and turns into the driveway behind my bike. “Hey, man, my shit’s over on the side of the house, help me get it into the cage.”
Prospect nods and helps me load up, doesn’t take us long and then we’re off. To the clubhouse, where I’m going to fuck away all my problems.
TWO SHOTS, THREE SHOTS...fuck, I don’t even know how many anymore, when Chasity comes up next to me. This is the bitch that got me in shit, I knew Anara knew her, and that had to kill her even more. I’m such a fuck up.
“Don’t want you,” I slur, and she just smiles.
“Baby, you want my tight cunt, we both know it. Heard Anara finally dumped you, so that really means you’re mine now.”
“Bitch, Anara is my Old Lady, that’s never gonna change, just letting her cool off before I get her back.” Chasity’s face falls and she glares at me.
“Whatever, just let me suck your cock.” She pouts.
I shrug and turn around in my seat so she can free me and she drops to her knees instantly, pulling out my cock and sucking it back. Fuck yeah, that feels good.
I grab her head and hold her down, listening to her gag on my cock gives me a thrill. Letting her up, I shove her off, and stand up. “Go to the couch, I want your ass.” I slap her ass and she squeals. Hangman comes in the room and sees what I’m about to do then frowns at me with a shake of his head.
I’ve already lost Anara, may as well keep fucking this bitch.
I grab a condom, something I’ve been doing since I finally landed Anara, and slide it on my hard cock. Giving myself a squeeze, I take my free hand, and slap her cunt. She’s wet. So wet I use it as lube instead of going to search for some.
