Down & Dirty: Dawg Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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“Right,” D grunted. “Bonus in it for you guys. Got me?”

Mercy flipped a hand over his shoulder in acknowledgement and when he passed Dawg, he whacked him on the back. “The bonus was seein’ Emma an’ her daughter reunited. Worth more than money.”

“Got your six, dude. Anytime,” Dawg said. “Walker an’ Hunter, too.”

“Will tell ‘em. Never know when we might need extra hands. ‘Specially when it comes to those squirrelly Warriors.”

“Still workin’ on that?” Dawg asked, surprised. “Figured something was goin’ on behind the scenes since we haven’t heard a peep from those fuckers since they grabbed Slade.”

“The roaches are still scurryin’ but been doin’ some pest control,” Mercy began.

Mercy started to say something else, but D made a noise from behind his desk and have his man a pointed look. “Get gone, Mercy.”

Ah, Diesel was keeping whatever was going on with the Warriors under wraps. Dawg could understand that.

Mercy’s gaze landed on D then he gave his boss a nod. “Got you.” He headed out of the office.

Once the door closed behind the man, Dawg turned to D.

“Got your woman, got her daughter back. Now what?”

“Gettin’ Keeks to get my daughter back.”

D nodded. “Hear ya on that. Moose ready to take over Heaven’s Angels?”

“Workin’ on it. Just a little more shit I gotta go over with ‘im an’ he’ll be good.”

“Pierce didn’t resist the idea of you helpin’ ‘im out at the gun shop. The reasons didn’t make ‘im suspicious.”

Dawg nodded. “Good. Gonna look for a house to rent and move my shit out of the apartment above the club. In the meantime, I’ll crash at church.” He considered the big man behind the desk. “You’re gonna need a house, too. Can’t be livin’ over the pawn shop when your kid comes. It’s not big enough for a family.”

“Big enough. Just havin’ the one kid.”

Dawg grinned. “Sure ‘bout that?”

“Yep.”

“Sure you don’t want a place with a fenced yard an’ shit?”

D made a disgusted face. “Fuck no.”

Dawg bit back his laugh. “Okay.” He gave D a chin lift. “Gonna take Lily an’ Em home. Sure she’s anxious to get Lily settled.”

“Then fuckin’ get gone.”

Dawg smirked. “Thanks, brother. For everything.”

D grunted. “Get gone. Go take care of your woman.”

“Plan on it.”

That was for damn sure.

Epilogue

Dawg sat at the table watching Emma move around the kitchen making breakfast.

Lily sat in his lap with the excuse that she was helping him with his homework.

Yeah, his fucking fudgy homework.

Emma thought it would be a good idea for him to get his GED. There was no reason for him to get it, other than it sort of being a good influence on the girls. Education was important his wife said.

Dawg didn’t need an education. He had life experience, and he was helping Pierce take the gun shop and range to the next level. Dawg’s goal was for it to bring more money into the club coffers than ever before. Pierce was a lazy fucker, and the books showed that.

Since Dawg took over as assistant manager, the cash flow looked so much fucking better. Assistant manager.

What-fucking-ever.

Hopefully, a change was coming. Sooner than later.

Though he loved the challenge of turning the gun shop around, he hated Pierce more each day. He had to step in several times when the man got handsy with female customers. He was a lawsuit waiting to happen.

Jag wanted to be the one to carve the colors off Pierce’s back, but Dawg would help him. No fucking doubt. Though, for some reason Diesel was in no rush to oust the older member. He seemed to be the most resistant on stripping the man’s colors.

He wouldn’t say why, but there was something D knew that the rest of them didn’t. So he’d have to trust D for now.

But Dawg’s patience with Pierce was running thin.

Really thin.

“Are you going to answer that?” Lily asked him, tugging on his beard. He dropped his gaze to the blonde haired, blue-eyed miniature of Emma.

His heart swelled for a moment, then it hit him what girl said. “What?”

“Your phone! Looks like Aunt Kiki is calling!” she exclaimed.

Dawg’s gaze landed on his cell which vibrated again. She was right. Kiki’s name was coming up on the caller ID.

He snagged it and swiped to answer, lifting it to his ear. “Hey, Keeks, what’s up?” Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Emma freeze where she stood and turn to face him.

“Got good news.”

“Hawk Jr. coming?” he teased. Kiki seemed ready to pop any day now.

“No! And I wouldn’t be calling you if I was in labor!”

“Ow. That wounded me.”

“You’ll get over it. It’s better than that.”

“Better than hatchin’ Tweetie Bird?” he asked with a smirk.

“Fuck,” she muttered, though he could hear her muffling her laughter on purpose. “Good Lord, I pity Emma if you two ever have a kid. You are forbidden to name it.”



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