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  The Unacceptables Series Box Set Two

  Books Five through Nine with Exclusive Bonus Chapters

  Kristen Hope Mazzola

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  The Unacceptables Series Box Set Two

  Copyright © 2018 Kristen Hope Mazzola

  Published by Kristen Hope Mazzola

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, including electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return it to the seller and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the author’s work.

  Published: Kristen Hope Mazzola 2018

  Cover Design: Kristen Hope Mazzola

  Cover Image: #104463584 © anatoliy_gleb / Adobe Stock

  Formatting by: Kristen Hope Mazzola

  Editing by:

  C. Marie [email protected]

  Created with Vellum

  Contents

  Introduction

  Note from the Author

  Unacceptables MC Logo

  The Unacceptables Bar and Pool Hall Logo

  Introduction: Author Confession

  Unbearable

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Bonus Letter

  Bonus Chapter

  Undeniable

  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

  Epilogue

  Bonus Chapter: Bonfire

  Uncut

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Bonus Letter

  Unscarred

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Bonus Chapter

  Unstable

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Deleted Scene: Unstable

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  About the Author

  Also by Kristen Hope Mazzola

  Best Selling Noir & Vigilante Justice Boxset

  The Unacceptables MC Series is made up of steamy, gritty, standalone romances focusing on the Unacceptables Motorcycle club! From the presidents of the chapters, to their swoon-worthy club members, to the old ladies that are the backbone of the club - this series has it all, with tons of characters that will rev your engine while melting your heart, keeping you turning those pages... So, grab your e-reader and get your heart racing while falling in love with this amazing group of hard-core bikers and their entire family as they take you on one hell of a wild ride!

  The compilation includes:

  Unbearable

  Undeniable

  Uncut

  Unscarred

  Unstable

  And bonus, follow up chapters from all the Unacceptables' characters you're dying to hear from again!

  Note from the Author

  Thank you so much for picking up a copy of The Unacceptables Series Box Set Two. I appreciate the time you spend allowing me to entertain you through my books. I genuinely hope you enjoy these stories! If you do, please consider leaving a review! Reviews help authors!

  Please note: This is meant for audiences that are 18+ for sexual situations, language, and adult content.

  The stories in this box set are not for the faint of heart! But if gore, violence, and extreme sexual situations are your cup of tea, this is the read for you.

  Unacceptables MC Logo

  The Unacceptables Bar and Pool Hall Logo

  Introduction: Author Confession

  How the Unacceptbles Series actually became a series…

  When I think back on where the Unacceptables MC Series started, I can’t help but laugh. It really is funny…back in 2015 when I sat down to write Unacceptable, I had no idea what I was actually getting myself into. The original plan was a write my first true alpha and jump on the Step-Brother Romance phenomena train that was taking the indie book industry by storm. The idea of writing a gritty, taboo story with a strong, tainted heroine and a smooth talking, bad-ass biker was alluring, to say the least.

  Confession: Abel was never supposed to be a single dad and originally Fun Dip was not in Unacceptable.

  When I was shopping for swag for Wicked Book Weekend, an author event in South Florida, in the beginning of 2015, I wanted to bring some things that other authors didn’t have. I stopped at Target and found Valentine’s Day Fun Dip and a light bulb went on in my brain. I hadn’t see it since I was a little kid and I hoped that other book loving attendees would agree that it was a amusing addition to my table. Luckily, I was correct. To this day, I am still called “Fun Dip” by a few of the authors’ husbands that I see at other events that I met at Wicked.

  Trying to figure out a way to incorporate it into my books so I had a fun reason to have the sugary candy on my table at author events, I decided that Abel would use it as his ‘after sex treat’. Best idea ever! I freaking love the light comedy that the bright blue lipped bikers bring to the mix in the middle of the mayhem that they are usually in the trenches of. It’s one of the moments where it is good to enjoy the little things in life even when the future looks kind of bleak – a common theme that I try to bring to all of the Unacceptables standalones.

  Shopping for the same event, I was scouring Amazon for everything and anything I could find that I thought would be memorable to readers when they stopped at my table. I was a total no-buddy back then and I really wanted to make any form of amusing impression that would stand out among all of the talented authors that I was going to be signing with. It didn’t take me long to be down the Amazon rabbit hole looking at random rubber ducks. Finally, I found it – “Eureka!” I squealed to myself as I clicked on the white unicorn-looking ducks with rainbow manes and tales. They were absolutely adorable.

  These stupid kid toys were the beginning of the series as we know it. I made the choice to write the cute creature into Unacceptable but there had to be a character added to enjoy the whimsical bath figurine. Abel went from
a straight-up bachelor to a heart-melting single dad all because I wanted to have a reason to bring unicorn rubber ducks to book events with me. Miss Gilda, what Raine named her favorite toy, has turned into a staple in my MC world along with at book signings and I couldn’t be happier about it.

  Without that silly toy, there would never have been Raine. Without Raine, I don’t think I would have continued the series at all. I had never intended to continue the series and now I don’t see an end in sight, which makes my heart smile. This crazy motorcycle club world with grizzly alpha bikers and strong women has helped shaped my writing career in ways that I never had thought possible and I owe all of it to candy and rubber ducks.

  Unbearable

  An Unacceptables MC Standalone Romance

  Dedication

  To all nighters, the white Monster energy drinks, Diet Dr. Pepper, and Hershey’s Chocolate.

  Thank you for helping me write this story.

  Chapter 1

  Bear

  Red.

  That was all I could see.

  The blaze of rage burning in my eyes.

  The stinging of sadistic desire for revenge.

  The sight of coursing blood.

  Abel’s blood.

  I was riding south on Interstate 85 in the middle of the night, just past Greenville. I hadn’t even noticed when we crossed over the North and South Carolina boarder. Jaxon was close on my flank. We road well together. There was a stinging emptiness though. Going up to Vilas, we had been three. Riding home with one missing was something I never thought would happen in my wildest dreams.

  “Fuck you, Rigger!” I cursed my fallen traitor of a brother, screaming into the damp, still night air. My words were swallowed by the wind that whipped through my beard. I was the one who had brought Rigger into the club. I was responsible for trusting him on this mission. It was all my fault that Abel was dead.

  The weight of that responsibility would haunt me for the rest of my days.

  I was the reason why Abel was dead. I knew it to be true, but I could barely believe it.

  Abel Hellock was not just a friend, another president, another Unacceptable—he was the backbone of the entire organization. He was the binding force that kept our men honest, loyal, and brave. What the hell were we going to do without him?

  There was no method to the madness that I could pinpoint. For the first time since the president flash was put on my chest, I was unsure of the future of the club and unsure of the skull and bones that graced my back.

  As we neared an exit in White Plains, I signaled to Jaxon that we were pulling off. I had a call to make. It was for a conversation I had been dreading to make for days, but I knew it was far too overdue.

  Pulling into a 7-Eleven parking lot, Jaxon and I parked at gas pumps.

  “Everything all right, Pres?” he called over to me, pulling his skull bucket off.

  I grabbed my cell out of the right saddlebag of my hog. “Yeah, fill ’em up. I have to hit the head.”

  Even though Jaxon would find out I was calling Buck, I didn’t want him to hear me. I knew my voice would be shaky and hesitant. I knew I would fumble for words. It was not the time or place for a leader to show any sign of weakness, especially in front of a soldier who was losing his faith as well. Jaxon would never admit it to me, but my number two was wavering—I could feel it deep in my bones.

  The store clerk’s eyes got wide as her gaze wandered over to me when the bell chimed overhead, announcing my entrance into the tiny shop.

  I nodded over her way. “Hello, darlin’.”

  She feigned a smile. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen, and I knew she was scared shitless. Her hand slowly disappeared under the counter; I knew she was reaching for some sort of weapon hidden under there. It wasn’t the first time I had gotten a reaction like that from a female. I was pretty used to it, and I couldn’t blame her. It was three in the morning, and Jaxon and I had ridden up on screaming hogs wearing cuts, looking meaner than sin. If she were my daughter, I would have taught her to do the same damn thing.

  I pointed to the back, where a big Bathroom sign hung over the hallway. “Just hittin’ the john, dear.”

  I walked into the tiny white washroom that smelled like mildew and piss. The lock clicked. The phone was gripped in my grasp, and I knew I had to dial. I knew it was time. To say that I was nervous was a damn understatement. It was the hardest thing in the fucking world for me to admit, but I was scared shitless to tell Buck about Abel. The other charters needed to know, deserved to hear it from me, but out of all the other presidents, Kane Buckley was going to be the hardest to tell. He needed to be first. I couldn’t bear the thought of him hearing the news from Blaz or Maccon.

  It was two in the morning in Killeen, Texas. Thankfully, Buck was usually still awake at that hour. The phone only rang once before his gruff voice answered, “Yeah? Who the heck is this calling at this time of the damn night?”

  “It’s Bear.” I sucked in a deep breath, waiting for his response.

  “Hold on.” I could hear him shuffling a little and Barley mumbling in the background. Buck whispered, “It’s all right, sweetheart. Just a call I have to take.” The sound of him kissing his wife on the cheek came through the line before he shut a door behind him. “Bear? You all right?”

  I chomped down, churned my jaw for a few seconds. No words would come out.

  “Bear? What in the fuck is going on?” Buck’s voice was low as he growled into the phone.

  “It’s Abel,” I finally spit out. Flashes of Abel’s skull ripping open as the bullet pierced the back of his head haunted me while I fought to find the words to explain the horror of that entire situation.

  “What do you mean?” The smallest hint of panic coated the simple question.

  I choked a bit before the words left my throat. “It’s not good, brother.”

  “Bear, you fucking need to spit it out.” His voice was low and even.

  “Fuck, man. H-he was shot. There was nothing we could have done. We walked right into their goddamned trap like fucking idiots.” My voice crackled as the thick words forced themselves out.

  “Who? How? What can I do?” The sounds of his boots stomping down the stairs of his house echoed.

  “The Vilas guys need some time. Ryder is his heir. Between Holt and Ryder, they will let us know what needs to be done. Right now, all we can do is reach out to connections and try to figure out who is truly behind this. We know Sinners were involved.”

  “They’re too small of an organization to have the balls or manpower to go to war with us.” Buck was right; there had to be something more to all of this.

  “I am about halfway back to Atlanta. I will call Blaz and Maccon in the morning.”

  “Safe home, man. Talk tomorrow.”

  “Aye, brother. We will make this right.”

  “Nothin’ can make this right. Regicide will never be all right.” I could hear the twisting of Buck’s heart in his words. It mirrored mine. Rage and sorrow collided as we tried to accept our new reality.

  After taking a piss and washing my hands, I made my way back through the store. “Have a nice mornin’, darlin’.” I nodded at the clerk on my way out. She never muttered a word all the while her eyes stayed glued on me.

  Jaxon was leaning up against his bike, waiting for me.

  “Ready to get home?” I asked, throwing my left leg over my Harley.

  “That’s a damn understatement.”

  * * *

  We were only a few miles out from our exit. The road was clear and quiet, it had been at least an hour since we had seen any other vehicles on the abandoned highway. I could feel the exhaustion from the last couple of days starting to weigh me down. It felt like it had been years since I had truly slept.

  A flickering light caught my eye just up ahead, off on the shoulder. Right as I was about to signal to Jaxon, he whistled. He must have been seeing the same thing I was.

  There was a motorcycle on its side,
the headlight strobing, the engine making a low crying sound. I flew off my bike, rushing to the aid of the rider who was sprawled out in the damp grass just a few feet from the overturned bike.

  Throwing my helmet to the side, I yelled to Jaxon, “Call 9-1-1!”

  “On it,” he responded and I could hear him pushing the buttons on his cell immediately.

  I ripped the helmet off of the injured, passed-out rider and was shocked to find that it was a woman. I checked for a pulse—it was faint, but there. She wasn’t breathing. Without second-guessing it, I started CPR. The song “Staying Alive” played in my head just like the instructor had taught me in the class I had taken in high school when I was getting my lifeguard certification. At the time, I’d thought it was the most ludicrous thing on the damn planet, but in that moment, it worked.