Down & Dirty: Dawg (Dirty Angels MC Book 7)

by Jeanne St. James

  His eyes narrowed. “You just call me baby?”

  Her lips curved upward. “Yes, I did.”

  “That a “poor baby” baby? Or “baby, I wanna fuck your brains out” baby?”

  She tilted her head and her smile grew. “Which do you want it to be?”

  “The fuckin’ second one.”

  She bit her bottom lip and, with a growl, he tackled her.

  One minute she was giggling, the next she was moaning.

  He couldn’t figure out which one he liked best.

  He’d just have to keep making her do both.

  Chapter Ten

  Steel, with his hands and bare feet wrapped with athletic tape, was beating the fucking snot out of a heavy bag that hung in the corner of D’s large warehouse, which was home to In the Shadows Security.

  “Can’t wait ‘til Slade gets that fuckin’ gym open,” Mercy grumbled next to Dawg.

  Diesel grunted in agreement. “Needs to quit bendin’ Diamond over an’ givin’ her dick every five minutes. That’s why shit ain’t gettin’ done faster.”

  Dawg’s eyes slid to Diesel, then back to Steel, as D’s man punched and kicked the bag with a power that was impressive. And a little scary if Dawg had to admit it.

  “You’re always in your office porkin’ your ol’ lady an’ you get shit done,” Mercy muttered. Mercy’s cold eyes landed on Dawg. “Heard you’re gettin’ some from that sweet little thing whose daughter went missin’.”

  “Heard you ain’t gettin’ nothin’ but your own fuckin’ palm since no woman in their right mind wants to look up into that ugly-assed face of yours when you’re huffin’ an’ puffin’ on top of her.”

  A smile that didn’t quite reach his gray eyes crept over Mercy’s face as he grabbed his dick through his jeans and shook it. “The dick makes up for the face.”

  “True that. Easy for ‘em to close their eyes, right?”

  “They don’t like my face, I can give it to ‘em from the rear.”

  Diesel snorted and smacked Dawg on the back. “C’mon, brother, got fuckin’ business to talk about.”

  “Want me in there, boss?” Mercy asked.

  D gave the large, scarred man a chin lift. “Yeah.”

  Mercy followed them down a corridor off the large open area of the warehouse as they headed back to D’s office.

  When Diesel shoved the door open, Jewel lifted her head from the desk and blinked at them.

  “You in here sleepin’?” Diesel barked.

  She gave her ol’ man a frown. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m pregnant. Your kid’s suckin’ the life out of me.”

  Dawg bit back his laugh and shot Jewel a smile. “Hey, Jewelee.”

  “Hey, Dawg.” She got up from the chair and moved around it to stand between Dawg and D’s former special ops guy. “How’s Emma?”

  “Good. You?”

  “Getting fat and cranky.” She glanced over at Mercy. “Hey, handsome. How’s it hanging?”

  “A little to the left,” Mercy answered with a poker face. He glanced at Dawg. “See? She’d do me from the front.”

  Diesel sank his bulk into his office chair with a grunt.

  “The scar gives him character,” Jewel agreed with a wink. “I’m sure it’s only scary when he’s making his ‘I’m coming’ face.’” Then she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a big orgasmic cry while twisting her face up.

  “Somethin’ you ain’t ever gonna see. Out,” Diesel barked at Jewel.

  “Jesus. Good thing I love you, asshole.”

  D swatted a hand in her direction as she walked out of the office.

  “Woman,” he bellowed. Jewel paused and looked over her shoulder at him. He softened his voice. “Don’t leave the warehouse, got me?”

  Her lips twitched and her eyes crinkled as she gave him a nod. Then shut the door behind her.

  D stared at the closed door for a moment then grumbled, “Fuckin’ women.”

  Dawg snorted. Diesel was crazy about Jewel. No matter how much he bitched about her or pretended she was a pain in his ass, he loved her to death. No fucking doubt about it. That man would do anything for the woman and though he wasn’t thrilled about her becoming pregnant, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill for her and his unborn kid.

  And Dawg knew D worried constantly about her getting snatched again by the fucking Warriors. Especially now that she was pregnant and even more vulnerable.

  No matter what, Dawg never wanted to see that happen. The huge man would lose his shit and go on a fucking rampage worse than Godzilla in a Japanese town.

  However, the Warriors had been quiet ever since Dawg, D, Jag and Hawk, along with D’s crew went into their midst to extract Slade from the outlaw MC. But then, that day there had been a lot of carnage left behind. A clear message to the rest of those assholes that the Angels were done with their bullshit.

  Even so, the nomad club was probably not done fucking with the DAMC. Dawg couldn’t imagine they ever would be. But he also had a feeling that the man with the scarred face leaning against the wall was on a mission. And that mission included exterminating every Warrior he and the rest of D’s “Shadows” came across in retribution for everything the fuckwads did to Kiki, Jazz and Jewel.

  Payback was a black-hearted, son-of-a-bitch named Mercy.

  “Trail went cold...” D started, and Dawg’s stomach sank.

  “In Brunei,” Mercy finished.

  Dawg’s gaze swung to the former Delta Force operator. “Where the fuck is Brunei?”

  “Small nation on the island of Borneo,” Mercy explained.

  “Run by some fuckin’ sultan,” D added.

  He didn’t even know where the island of Borneo was. He’d never had a geography class in his life, but he was keeping that to himself and he nodded like he knew. “A sultan?”

  “Yeah, won’t give a shit about any American girl. Especially one with her father. If they’re still there, we can get in an’ out with no one the wiser. If they moved on...”

  “When will you know?” Dawg asked Mercy.

  “Hunter an’ Walker are headed there now,” Mercy answered. “Problem is, there are plenty of other countries Americans can hide an’ not worry about extradition. Cuba bein’ one. Russia. The Western Sahara. Hell, Mongolia. Even fuckin’ Iran an’ Afghanistan. Though, don’t think the boys want to take a trip back down memory lane into those hell holes.”

  Dawg lifted a hand. “Hold up. Were they plannin’ on contactin’ the governments in these places first?”

  “Fuck no,” D grunted.

  “Nope,” Mercy confirmed. “This mission’s goin’ to be of the shock an’ awe variety. Get in, get the girl, get the fuck out.”

  “Maybe not so neat,” D muttered, raising a brow toward Mercy.

  That made a smile curve at Mercy’s mouth. Though his smile looked not only crooked, but sinister from the scar that ran diagonally across his face and pulled up one side of this lip. “It’ll be neat. Painless.”

  “Don’t want Lily witnessin’ any shit, D. Don’t want her scarred for life.”

  “Like me?” Mercy asked.

  “No, mentally scarred, not just stuck with an ugly puss like yours.”

  “She ain’t gonna see shit,” D confirmed, giving Mercy a look, whose expression reminded Dawg of stone.

  “Emma’s gonna get Kiki to file for full custody, so when Lily comes back, there ain’t goin’ to be any issues,” Dawg told them.

  “Not goin’ to need that. But let her do it, anyway. The man will never return to American soil. Guaranteed. But she doesn’t need to know that.”

  Diesel nodded at Mercy’s word. “Guaranteed. An’ agreed, your woman don’t need to know. Better she not know any fuckin’ details.”

  “An’ when the FBI asks how Emma got ‘er back?”

  “We’ll come up with a story. Might even be true,” Mercy said. “Girlfriend got knocked up, didn’t want to be saddled with the man’s kid anymore, put her on a plane back to her mother. Si
mple.”

  Dawg didn’t think it was that simple, but he wasn’t going to argue. Whatever it took to get Lily back was okay with him.

  “Ain’t divorced yet, right?” D asked.

  “Right.”

  D’s eyes met Mercy’s as he gave his man his orders. “Death certificate. Got me? Man died in a tragic accident, girlfriend don’t wanna raise another woman’s kid, ships her home. No problem with custody. No problem with the fuckin’ divorce. The widow gets the man’s shit. Life insurance, any assets, whatever.”

  “If he didn’t change the beneficiary,” Mercy murmured.

  D shrugged. “Either way. She’s free of ‘im. Kid’ll be safe. No fuckin’ worries.”

  Mercy nodded. “An’ the girlfriend will never show her face in the good o’ US of A, either. She’s a fugitive.”

  “Yeah,” D grunted. “Lemme know when you hear from Hunter or Walker.”

  “Got it. I’ll be on standby. Will head out as soon as I get a twenty.” Mercy pushed away from the wall. He whacked Dawg on the back as he passed, saying, “Got your six, brother.” He headed toward the door. “Get your woman’s girl back an’ you’ll get grateful pussy for the rest of your fuckin’ life. Guaranteed.”

  Dawg doubted that. As soon as Emma got her daughter back, she’d be getting her life back in order. He was sure Emma wanted to be a good role model for her girl, not raising her kid over a strip club where she only had to walk down the steps to be the Heaven’s Angels’ hostess and have men pawing at her.

  “Spill it. What’s she to you?” Diesel asked him once the door closed behind Mercy.

  “Nothin’.”

  “Ain’t nothin’. Makin’ too much of an effort for nothin’.”

  Dawg stayed quiet, hoping the club’s Sergeant at Arms would drop it.

  But that wasn’t good enough for D. “Known her less than a couple weeks, right?”

  “Right.”

  “My guys’ asses are on the fuckin’ line headin’ into some of these countries, got me?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So ain’t fuckin’ nothin’. Not gonna continue this mission if she’s nothin’. If she’s nothin’ send ‘er on her way. Ain’t attractin’ trouble for the club or my business for nothin’, got me?”

  “I gotta cover it, I’ll cover it.”

  “More than you got.”

  Dawg stared at Diesel with dread. The man knew what Heaven’s Angels was pulling in revenue wise every month since he sat on the DAMC’s Executive Committee. So he knew that Dawg wasn’t hurting for scratch in any way, shape or form. But what Dawg had banked wouldn’t be enough?

  Fuck. He had almost five hundred grand tucked away in his personal account. And Diesel knew that, too, because the club got ten percent of the net income every month from all the DAMC businesses. And Diesel was no dumb fuck. The strip club was one of the DAMC’s top earning businesses.

  The big man shrugged. “Three men in several foreign countries. Payin’ people off, payin’ for info, special equipment, travel, expenses. Also had to pay off the fuckin’ P.I. since Emma owed ‘im money. Wouldn’t spill any shit ‘til he was made whole. So, made ‘im whole. By the way, she was wastin’ ‘er scratch on that fucker. Didn’t do much besides trace some airline tickets an’ ping the husband’s phone. Phone ended up ditched at an airport. Asshole never woulda found your woman’s girl, but woulda kept suckin’ her dry.”

  Dawg’s jaw got tight. Emma said she lost her house and her car trying to pay for the guy’s help. The cage she currently drove, and the one now parked in his back lot, had to be no more than a five-hundred-dollar clunker. It wasn’t safe for her or her daughter. She’d need a better ride when Lily was back in her custody.

  “Paid ‘im for nothin’?” Dawg asked, fighting the urge to smash shit on D’s messy desk.

  “Yep. Didn’t do nothin’ more than any computer geek could do. With her knowledge, Ivy woulda done a fuckin’ better job.”

  “Guess I gotta go visit the fucker.”

  Diesel shook his head. “Guy got his fuckin’ money an’ a lesson ‘bout takin’ advantage of a desperate mother. Got me?”

  Dawg dragged his fingers through his beard. “Yeah, got you.”

  “So, tell me again how she’s fuckin’ nothin’ to you.” He pinned his dark gaze on Dawg. “In your bed?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Plannin’ on keepin’ ‘er there?”

  Dawg took a deep inhale. “Dunno, D. Like you said, only been a little over a week.”

  “Might have to talk to Z ‘bout switchin’ up the club. An’ when I say club, ain’t talkin’ the DAMC. I’m talkin’ your club. Ain’t gonna raise a seven-year-old above a club like that. Got me?”

  “Since when’re you worried ‘bout how a kid’s gonna be raised?”

  Diesel sat back and scrubbed a hand over his short dark hair. “Since I put one in Jewel’s belly.” He tapped his temple with a beefy finger. “Makes you think.”

  “Yeah, that it does,” Dawg said softly. Because if his own daughter was a part of his life, he wouldn’t be raising her over a strip club, either.

  “If this is gettin’ serious, start thinkin’ about who’s gonna take your place. Got big shoes to fill, though. Which sucks. Heaven’s Angels brings the club a fuckload of scratch. Needs to keep runnin’ like a fuckin’ machine.”

  “Yeah.” If he did what D was suggesting, which was handing over the management of Heaven’s Angels to one of the other brothers, what the fuck would he do? He had to do something to bring money into the coffers. He wasn’t a damn mechanic, so he couldn’t work at Shadow Valley Body shop. He wasn’t an ink slinger, so he couldn’t work with Crow. And he was no bartender, so The Iron Horse was out. Ace didn’t need anyone at the Shadow Valley Pawn, either.

  There was always Shadow Valley Gun Shop and Range. Pierce was lying low, keeping away from church, so it might be a good idea to get in over there and work on taking over that business. Then if they needed to push the former prez out of the club, it could be done a lot easier. The gun shop was one of the reasons the Committee decided not to strip the asshole of his colors. But if someone else could step in without a hitch...

  He’d need to talk to Z. See what his opinion was on the subject.

  But right now, he didn’t need to figure that out. Once he knew Lily was on her way back home, then he’d have to see where he and Emma stood.

  Though, if it was up to him, he knew exactly where Emma would end up every night.

  The same place Dawg laid down his own head.

  Guaranteed.

  Emma stood in the reception area of a small law firm that sat in the center of town watching Dawg give an attractive woman a welcoming hug. With long dark hair and blue eyes, she kind of looked familiar.

  “When are you going to shave off that shit?” the younger woman asked, tugging on his beard.

  “Ain’t gonna,” he grumbled when he released her and smoothed his beard back in place.

  “You wouldn’t be so ugly if you did.”

  “I like it,” Emma said softly, attracting her attention.

  Dawg stepped back to Emma’s side. “Em, this is Jayde. Zak an’ Axel’s baby sister.”

  “I’m not a baby,” Jayde chided him. “I have my Bachelor’s and now an actual job!” She stuck out her hand and Emma shook it. “Welcome to the sisterhood.”

  The sisterhood. “That’s not the first time I’ve heard that,” Emma murmured.

  Jayde’s eyes slid to Dawg, arched a brow at him, then her gaze landed back on Emma. “Right. Well...”

  “So, your brother’s the cop?”

  “Both my brother and my dad are part of Shadow Valley PD.”

  “And Zak...” Emma gave Dawg a questioning look. “That’s your MC’s president, right? The one with the baby?”

  Before now, Emma hadn’t put two and two together. Even though they did all look alike. However, two cops and an MC president in the same family? Weird.

  “Yes! Zeke! Oh
my god! Baby Z is sooooo adorable! I want a baby!” Jayde squealed, bouncing on her toes.

  “Gettin’ knocked up’s the easy part, Jayde. Raisin’ ‘em ain’t.”

  “Like you would know,” Jayde huffed.

  “Wouldn’t. But ask your fuckin’ mom an’ pop. Guessin’ they’d tell you raisin’ you three was a pain in their ass.”

  Jayde waved a dismissing hand. “Axel and I are the good ones. Z’s the one that gives Dad a headache. Well... Now that Axel’s with Bella, though... I don’t think he’s thrilled with that.” She smiled. “So I guess that means I’m the only good one.”

  “Right, an’ now you’re workin’ for Kiki, who’s the club attorney. Mitch probably ain’t likin’ that, either.”

  “He’s not, but he agrees it’ll at least look good on my resume.”

  Kiki peeked out of her office door and beckoned them. “Okay, come on back you two.”

  Dawg put a hand to the small of Emma’s back as they headed in the attorney’s direction.

  “Sorry,” Kiki said as she returned to her desk. “Got stuck on a call. Close the door, Dawg, will you?”

  When Emma saw Kiki at the party at church a week ago, she’d been wearing casual clothes. But now she wore professional attire even though her skirt was snug and a bit shorter than Emma would wear. Plus, the stiletto heels the woman wore... The woman would probably have no problem dancing in the platform shoes that the girls danced in on stage.

  But as Kiki sat down behind her desk, Emma knew there was no way this woman would ever be in a jam enough to have to dance in a strip club for money. Being an attorney and owning her own firm probably made a lot more than a typical kindergarten teacher. A lot more.

  Dawg closed the door behind Emma and then hurried to help her into her chair. She frowned, wondering why he was hovering like he was. He sank into the chair next to her after sliding it over within a few inches of hers.

  Kiki’s eyebrows rose as she noticed it, too. Her gaze bounced from Dawg to Emma and back to Dawg, and then a small smile curved her lips.

  “Dawg, do me a favor and tell Linc, next time you see him, that Jayde has baby fever, and he needs to stock up on wraps. Mitch will skin him alive if he knocks her up.” She pursed her lips. “On that note, Z and Axel might, too.”