Page 134 of Dirty Dylan: Dirty Dusters

I want to wrap my hands around his throat and choke the fucker, but that won’t be good for business. And in his defense, I’m pretty sure the feeling’s mutual. In fact, going by the look in his black eyes, I know it is.

He has one thing in his favor. He’s currently unattached. So, I’d say may the best man win, but there’s only one man in the running.

I want to punch something. That life can be so unfair it lets me have perfection such as her for all of five minutes, then steals her away again.

And just you wait. She’ll become his old lady. And as part of the alliance and for the rest of my days, I’ll have to put up with updates from him telling me how great it is to be married to her and telling me all about their adventurous sex life in glorious technicolor detail.

It’s called rubbing it in.

It would have been far easier to deal with a nameless, faceless person. Now, I’ll be living our Paddy’s fucking nightmare all over again.

It’s my own fault. It’s shitty karma for getting involved in all the lies and deceit with Jaine.

I stare around the place, wondering where she is. There are only a few places out front where she could build her nest and not be seen. Hiding places are plentiful to the back, though, as we’re not too far from where the ground starts to rise into the mountains.

Then again, I’m not sure about the range of that two-million-dollar rifle of hers. At that price and knowing Jaine’s skill set, she could likely fire that thing from her front room in Rising and still hit a fucker square in the skull while sipping on a cup of tea.

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I watchas Jessie commands the floor like she used to in our weekly meetings, co-coordinating everyone to a mutually beneficial agreement for all concerned.

“All in favor, raise your hand.”

All hands are raised.

“Welcome aboard, Ghost Whisperers.”

Lots of handshakes, back slaps, and smiles. But I’m not smiling.

Jealousy flows through me as I watch her congratulate Ghost. Opening her arms wide, she then throws them around his neck. In response, he wraps his inked ones around her slim waist. I watch as he deliberately drops one down slightly, so it’s resting right at the top of her backside. The fucker’s trying to cop a feel. If it goes any lower, so help me God, I’ll hack the fucking thing off, alliance or not.

Let’s see him grope her arse then.

“Grace is a better match.”

I don’t even look at Molly.

“And what makes you say that?”

“She’s the same as you.”

“I’ve changed, or haven’t you noticed, Molly? I’m nothing like Grace. Not anymore.”

“I don’t mean that. What I mean is she’s a mobster, not a biker.”

I turn to look at her. “And what problem do you have with bikers? Are you saying you don’t find Ghost or Lucifer or Tadgh agreeable?”

“I don’t have an issue with them per se. It’s Roisin who has an issue with them.”

I nod. “You’re right. Ma does have an issue with bikers, but she has more of a problem with Jaine, and we both know why. It’s the only reason you’re here. Given we’re in her neck of the woods, it’s to make sure she doesn’t make a move on the elder of the two interested parties which is unlikely given she hates Eoin’s guts.”

“She needs to stay away from Eoin. From both of them.”

“Good luck with trying to make Jaine Jones do anything she doesn’t want to.” I smirk.

“Trust me, I’m not the one who needs the luck.” She smiles knowingly at me.

Is that a veiled threat towards Jaine? I stare at her retreating back as my phone vibrates in my pocket.

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