Page 56 of Dirty Dylan: Dirty Dusters

“I’m not sure that would stop him. Anyway, if you take his call, you’ll be back at square one. I doubt you’d be able to shake him off so easily next time. You pulled the rug out from under his arrogant feet. He’s vain. He likely thought you looked forward to your tete-a-tetes as much as he did, so he won’t have seen that coming. He’ll be prepared for that moving forward. He’ll have learned his lesson.”

There’s a pause while she no doubt weighs out the lesser of the two evils.

“True. Give her my number then. Ask her to call.”

“Will do. Oh, and I saw Bailey yesterday. She mentioned Cillian and Sarah are coming to see you next week? Some west coast mini tour while he touches base with the Angels and the Sons? Maybe then would be a good time to mention the unrest with the Undertakers?”

“I’d rather not involve the Dusters now I’ve shaken Eoin off, but I’ll leave that decision up to Ace. It’s his call. Anyway, things seem to have calmed down. Ghost is denying he’s setting up with the previous backers. I guess we’ll just have to take his word on that. He’s managed to coerce a handful of brothers to join him so seems content for now.”

“Do you think he’s definitely going to set up a new MC?”

“Seems that way.”

“Three in the same town?”

“Yup. That is unless we can encourage them back into the fold.”

“Achievable you think?”

“Anything is achievable, Jessie. Money talks. If the backers are involved and offering large sums of cash, we need to consider our position and maybe increase our own offer.”

“Or?”

“Or, who knows? Things could remain amicable, or they could turn nasty. It could go either way. Anyway, how are things with Dyl? You still fucking him?”

“Might be.”

“Either he’s sticking his dick in you or he isn’t. There’s no might be about it.”

“Yes, he’s definitely doing that. But listen, I’m pretty sure something’s going on. He’s stopped asking questions about my background, and he’s fucking me so hard and so often it feels like his cock’s taken up permanent residency in my pussy.”

“He hasn’t said anything?”

“I don’t like to pry. It’s not like I’m not keeping my own secrets, Jaine.”

There’s a pause. I’ve got a feeling she suspects what’s going on, but she wants clarification before she furnishes me with her suspicions.

“Leave it with me. I’ll see what I can find out.”

I frown at that response as I pour myself another coffee. I don’t like the sound of that. I’m sure I can already hear the sound of the shit hitting the fan.

And I’m pretty sure the outcome will stink.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

JAINE

Jaine’s Home, Rising, California

Padraig:Jaine?

Jaine:Dylan.

Padraig:Won’t you just speak to him?

Jaine:No.

Padraig:He’s making everyone’s life a misery, darlin’.

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