Dirty Dylan: Dirty Dusters

DIRTY DYLAN THE HUDSON DUSTERS MOB COLLECTION: TWO 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] Proofreading Services by Proofreading by Mich https://www.instagram.com/proofreadingbymichx/ PR Services by Peachy Keen Author Services https://www.peachykeenauthorservices.com/ Cover Design by Vicious Desires Design https://www.instagram.com/viciousdesires/ Cover Model is Andrew Biernat via Wander Aguiar Photography https://www.instagram.com/andrew.biernat/ http://wanderaguiar.com/ Created with Vellum Blurb ________ WHATEVER OUR SOULS ARE MADE OF I’m the gregarious biker with the shiny exterior. The girl who craves being center of attention. Who never wants to be forgotten. Who’s perfectly lonely. He’s the Duster introvert whose name no one remembers. The brother who craves the darkness of the shadows. Who always wants to be forgotten. Who’s perfectly lonely. Forced proximity. I found the hidden switch that turned this Irish mobster on. But an arranged marriage means he can’t ever be mine. Seems we’re not opposites after all. Seems we’re the same difference. And our souls? His and mine are the same. Lyrics ________ How I wish, how I wish you were here We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl Year after year Pink Floyd 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 ____________ DYLAN’S story starts from where RAZR ends (EXCLUDING the epilogue). Although DYLAN is standalone within the Dirty Dusters Series and can be enjoyed in its own right, it is also the fourth story in a CROSSOVER UNIVERSE between the Angels, Scorpions, and Dusters. DYLAN is also BOOK 4 in an initial series of novels containing an ONGOING STORYLINE that concludes in BOOK 6 of the crossover universe, DIRTY PADRAIG. For the BEST OVERALL EXPERIENCE, the books should 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 Author’s Note Crossover Reading Order Acknowledgments About the Author CHAPTER ONE JESSIE The Hudson Dusters’ HQ, Manhattan, New York Blah. Blah. Blah. I roll my eyes as I silently mouth the words behind Eoin O’Connell’s back. Have I got a death wish? No siree. Only Dylan and Paddy saw me. Cill’s face is buried in his phone. I’d yawn exaggeratedly too, but that might be taking things too far. They know I’m only messing, but he’s still their big brother. The future Da Duster. He who must be obeyed. And listened to, obviously, even if somewhat reluctantly at times. At least by me. Is blood thicker than water? Not always. At least not in this life. I’ve got an older brother of my own, and as much as I love Tadgh, I’d have been tempted to kneecap him right about now. I switched off from the conversation a full ten minutes ago. If you can call it that. See, to me, conversing means holding a meaningful discussion where one or more other receptive parties are allowed to participate. Eoin talks rather than listens. He doesn’t like to be interrupted either. The Irishman loves the sound of his own voice. If he were chocolate, he’d eat himself. I’m not saying he’s not making complete sense. He is. He’s articulate. Intelligent and then some. But dear Lordy Lou, does he go on. I blame economics. It’s when he’s allowed to go off on a tangent on matters relating to that particular subject. It’s the equivalent of me boring people to death talking about balance sheets. I bet he jerks off in the shower every morning while daydreaming about the laws of supply and demand. He walks to the end of the room and then turns around and stares straight at me. I immediately switch to my poker face. Is he expecting me to look impressed? I smile and nod, trying to appear just that—anything for a quiet life. Well, he is my boss, sort of, as he is paying handsomely for the privilege of me undertaking contracted work for The Hudson Dusters here in New York City via my company, Jones and Associates Accountancy. Or JAA for short. For the record, I’m the Associates in that title. Also, for the record, I’m worth every dime. Eoin is tall, dark, and looks menacingly handsome in his ten-thousand-dollar business suit. And he wears that autocratic leadership style of his pinned to his lapel like a badge of honor. He’s the eldest son at thirty-seven. The heir to this whole shebang. Rumor has it he’s under pressure to find himself