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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Dawg’s gaze slid to Diesel and, of course, D’s expression didn’t give him shit. His face might as well had been chiseled in stone.

Jewel came around the bar to give Emma a quick hug, then turned toward Diamond. “This is my sister, Diamond. She’s also Slade’s ol’ lady. You haven’t met them yet. They’ve been busy setting up a new business for the DAMC.” She gave her sister a wicked smile. “And other stuff...”

Diamond approached with a laugh and enveloped Emma in her arms, giving her a hug, too. “Welcome to the sisterhood.”

Dawg was pleased as hell that the DAMC women were so welcoming and being friendly and open. Emma would eventually fit in perfectly with them. And it would be nice to have the women help her out with Lily when needed, like being available as babysitters for when he and Em would need some private time.

There wasn’t one DAMC woman he wouldn’t trust. And he was sure that wasn’t the norm in most MC’s since women could be catty bitches. He’d seen it first-hand just how brutal they could be at Heaven’s Angels. He’d broken up cat fights before over stupid shit. Like a fucking tube of lipstick. Any dancer that continued to cause problems found her ass outside looking in.

“Glad you’ve decided to stick around,” Ivy said, giving Emma a wide smile. “We can’t wait to meet Lily.”

Jewel and Diamond murmured their agreement.

Dawg let his gaze roll over the redhead wondering why Jag hadn’t knocked her up yet. “Know you fucked up the betting pool,” he told Ivy.

She smirked. “Wasn’t me.” She waved a hand toward Jewel. “Jewelee fucked it all up.”

“It wasn’t me!” Jewel exclaimed. She jerked a thumb toward D. “I can’t help that he’s a beast in bed.”

“What the fuck,” D muttered. “Was on birth control!”

“Yeah, but all the sex you demand gave me a UTI, and I had to go on antibiotics which screwed up—”

Diesel slammed his hand on the bar, making the women jump. “Ain’t here to talk ‘bout your insides.”

Ivy dropped her head and turned her face away, but it was hard to miss her body shaking with laughter.

Diamond smiled, announcing loudly, “Your Ass-holiness has spoken!”

“Diamond, shut the fuck up,” D grumbled with a frown.

She saluted him and rolled her lips under, her blue eyes twinkling.

“Well, D, you called us all here for a reason, so get to it,” Ivy said.

“You mean, you don’t know, either?” Dawg asked her, surprised.

Before Ivy could answer, D spoke up. “Wanted ‘em here for your woman.”

Dawg’s stomach sank, and he glanced at Emma who had suddenly paled. He moved next to her and threw an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. She automatically put an arm around his waist and tucked her hand inside his cut, planting it on his gut. When she lifted worried eyes up to him, he gave her a reassuring squeeze.

“Well, baby, now you got them both worried. Will you spill what’s going on and stop leaving us hanging?” Jewel asked her man, the impatience thick in her voice.

So, Jewel didn’t know either. Fuck.

“Maybe she should sit down on one of the couches,” D suggested but his words were quickly drowned by all three of the DAMC women screaming, “No!”

“No one’s sitting on those couches,” Diamond said, shuddering.

“They need to be burned,” Ivy agreed.

“Whatever,” D muttered. “Got bad news.” At Emma’s gasp, D lifted his hand. “Lily’s all right. But there was a bad car accident.” D’s dark eyes met his. Dawg knew what was coming next... “Husband didn’t make it. My guys are in the country an’ was ‘bout to make contact when they heard. Not thinkin’ the girlfriend’s goin’ to fight my men takin’ custody of her an’ escortin’ her back to the States, but need your permission anyhow, just in case.”

D’s gaze dropped from Dawg to Emma as he waited for her answer.

The whole time D was talking, Emma had become stiff. Now, she still stood frozen in place, clinging to him. He adjusted his hold on her to make sure she didn’t drop to the floor.

The women’s worried eyes were also glued to his woman. Then it hit Dawg why they were there... In case she needed support while dealing with the news. D must have thought the women could help.

It was hard to imagine that the man would care enough to think that through. But sometimes he surprised them all.

Dawg also realized D had purposely blown quickly through the explanation and wondered when it would hit Emma that her estranged husband was dead.

Though, it didn’t take long for D’s words to sink in...

“Oh my God, he’s dead?” Emma whispered in a shaky voice.

The DAMC women watched her carefully, as if ready to step in if they were needed. Dawg never loved them more than at that moment.


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