Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel
Rae B. Lake


Disclaimer
This book includes several graphic traumatic events that may be troubling/triggering for some readers. Discretion is advised.


Acknowledgments
To the man who would burn the world down for me- Sometimes it feels like you don’t realize how much we appreciate you. From the long hours to the small fixit jobs you do around the house, thank you so much for all you do.
To my feisty little women- Stay strong no matter what. The both of you have more wisdom and every day you just get smarter. I’m so proud to be your momma!
To my Family, Friends and Readers!- YOU STUCK WITH ME! I’m so happy. I know that this hasn’t been the easiest few books to read. There has been a lot of pain and agony for our boys but you know they had to go through the hell before they had their HEA.


Copyright © 2021 by Rae B. Lake
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Permission granted by E.C. Land for the use of her copyrighted characters from the Inferno’s Clutch MC Series.


Contents
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
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue-Wire
Epilogue-Pope
Next Up In The Wings of Diablo
Special Thanks To E.C. Land and Inferno’s Clutch!
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Dillon
"This one right here. I want this one deep inside my little kitty cat tonight." A few women laugh at the bar and one of them tries to make their way in my direction.
I can barely register what is going on. I've been drinking for a few hours already. The pain of losing my family not to death, but to my own fucking stupidity is a heavy fucking cross to bear. I just want to forget all of it, but of course I know that I never will. My club. My wife. My daughter. My entire life in fucking shambles, because of my decisions.
I don't pay the woman next to me any mind. Hopefully, she will get the picture and leave me the fuck alone. The wedding ring on my finger should be enough to scare her away. Despite that, the longer I'm out on the road the more I realize that this little piece of metal means absolutely shit to some people.
She scoots herself into my space and I have to push myself back so I'm not touching her. I pick up my drink and pound the rest of it back.
"Hey baby, you look like you want to have a good time tonight."
"No." I put a hand on her shoulder and push slightly to get her away from me. I turn in the chair and she takes that as her opportunity to hop up and sit on my lap. Apparently, my no isn't enough of a hint for her.
"Aww baby, don't be like that. I can make you feel so good. Don't you want to feel good tonight?"
I suck in a deep breath, but the second I do, it feels like my head is swaying back and forth. I've drunk so much I think I might fucking pass out. I haven't done that in a while. At least not that I can remember anyway. I push at her again, but there is no real force behind it. My head spins faster and faster. Fuck I can’t think. I close my eyes and try to get a grip on myself. Everything starts to dim down as my grip on time sways in and out of my grasp. I feel a woman's hand on my neck and she leans closer to my ear. I have no idea what she says, but it sparks a memory that has me gripping onto her.
I used to love when Keeley would do that. When she would bite on my neck and ear as I rammed into her. My woman is basically insatiable. I miss her so fucking much.
"That's what I'm talking about baby. I knew you wanted to be with me too. What do you say we get out of here so we can take care of that."
The sounds of the bar come rushing back to my ears as I feel that same hand drop below my waist. I blink a few times to see the woman in my face with bright red hair and dull grey eyes smiling like she had just won a prize.
She's not Keeley though. I grab her hand and pull it up roughly. I don't want anyone touching on me besides my wife. Even if it's been months since she has. Months since I've seen her.
"I said get the fuck off." My voice is stronger this time. My anger breaking through the pitiful drunkenness.
"You don't want me to g-" Before she can finish her statement I stand up and she falls directly on the floor. Her legs get caught in the bottom of the stool and her dress hitches up to her waist.
"Oh my God, Macy!" Her friends cry out as they realize what I've just done to her.
"You fucking prick! What makes you think you can touch her like that!" One of her friends screams in my face. I turn back to the bartender pull out some money and lay it down. I know what this song leads to. I don't have time or the energy to fight with these women about my choice to tell their friend no.
"Asshole!" Another one of the girl’s friends hisses at me as I step over the woman. Slowly, and unsteadily I make my way to the door. I need to sleep this shit off. I should know better than to get this fucking sloppy drunk.
I open the side door to the bar and the cool air