Dirty Padraig

DIRTY PADRAIG THE HUDSON DUSTERS MOB COLLECTION HARLEY DIAMOND Copyright © 2023 by Harley Diamond FIRST EDITION All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Published by House of Books Press www.harleydiamond.com Edited by Karen Sanders Editing https://www.karensandersediting.com/ PA Services by Arcane and Reverie [email protected] Cover Design by Vicious Desires Design https://www.instagram.com/viciousdesires/ Cover Model is Janis Danner via Daniel Jaems https://www.instagram.com/janis_danner/ https://www.instagram.com/danieljaems/ Created with Vellum Blurb ________ FOR NEVER WAS A STORY OF MORE WOE Fate chose her for me, but I was forced to accept another. My Disney princess then wed my own brother. Does she love me? Does she not? Does she love him? Does she not? What a tangled web we weave, but the truth will out. It always does. The domino of deceit toppled, bringing down the house of cards used to gameplay. Blood spilled. Secrets spilled. Sentences served. Penances paid. And what of her? The keeper of the biggest secret? Will she be my end game? Or are we to be nothing more than star-crossed lovers? Lyrics ________ Kiss me like you wanna be loved You wanna be loved You wanna be loved This feels like falling in love Falling in love Falling in love Ed Sheeran Trigger Warning _________________ This book contains mature content, violence, swearing, and other potentially triggering situations that some readers may find offensive. Please do not read this story if you are uncomfortable with any of the above. Thank you. Author’s Note ____________ PADRAIG’S story starts from where EOIN’s ends. DIRTY PADRAIG is NOT standalone. DIRTY PADRAIG is BOOK 6 of a CROSSOVER UNIVERSE which contains an INTERCONNECTED STORYLINE. These books contain MULTIPLE POVs from characters across the entire series. Due to the nature of the CONTINUING STORYLINE, these books must be READ IN THEIR CROSSOVER ORDER. ACE DIRTY CILLIAN RAZR DIRTY DYLAN DIRTY EOIN DIRTY PADRAIG 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 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 Chapter 57 Chapter 58 Chapter 59 Chapter 60 Chapter 61 Chapter 62 Chapter 63 Chapter 64 Chapter 65 Chapter 66 Chapter 67 Chapter 68 Chapter 69 Chapter 70 Chapter 71 Chapter 72 Chapter 73 Chapter 74 Chapter 75 Chapter 76 Chapter 77 Chapter 78 Chapter 79 Chapter 80 Chapter 81 Chapter 82 Epilogue What’s Next Author’s Note Crossover Reading Order Acknowledgments About the Author CHAPTER ONE PADRAIG The Ruocco Home, Agrigento, Sicily I think about the day I died at least a million times a day. I know that may sound like a lot, but I reckon it’s a step in the right direction. I was thinking about it way more when I first arrived here. Maybe I should change that wording to something a little less melodramatic like I think about the day my life ended at least a million times a day. That sounds far less theatrical, even if the former is way more fitting, but then I’m told I’ve always been the kind of fella who likes to over-dramatize things. My life ended almost a year ago now. The day I gained Sophia. The day I lost Jaine. Not that the latter was ever mine to lose. I realize that now. My wedding day was meant to be the happiest day of my life. A day when I should have taken the vows with my Disney princess, and we then went on to live the happily ever after together. My soul mate. My fated other. My one and only. My Jaine Jones. It should have been the girl of my dreams. Instead, it was the one from my nightmares. I think back to the complete carnage that took place. When Jaine personally hand-delivered permanent cease-and-desist notices to two of her sniper comrades. That was the last thing I clearly remember from the day my life ended before I packed up the full one I was living in New York and headed off to start existing in a life of limbo in another country. It was all about survival, you see. It was easier to stop living. It was easier to start existing with my eyes closed. All this time, I’ve stayed away. I willingly took my finger off the pulse and instead stuck them firmly in my ears, refusing to listen to anything that wasn’t business-related. Why? Because I don’t want to hear about what it’s like living in the real world when I have to exist in a pretend one. It may seem a bit extreme. It might also seem a bit selfish. But I needed to at least attempt to heal. To try to piece back together the shards of my broken heart. A heart that was shattered by the realization that my cliché blonde, my Holy Grail of women, and the girl I’ve been in love with since I was nineteen doesn’t love me back. Never has. Never will. Not that it matters. I’m married. And here’s me once again thinking