Twice the Dirty (Dirty Fuckers MC 4) - Page 10

Of course, Dane had turned up when Lucy, his wife, had started to move on. She had finally gotten somewhere good with the rancher, Lewis. Even her oldest son Ryan had been dealing with his father’s abandonment. Then, in classic Dane style, he had come back out of hiding, and screwed them all over.

Paul released a sigh. “Get Randy to help you. I’ll swap, and do an extra next week. I’ve got to go.”

Before Damon could complain at him, he was out onto the main road.

Guilt swamped him, and he stopped his bike and glanced back. Damon had his arms folded, and was waiting.

This was the one part of being in the clubhouse they never passed up.

They had all wanted to vote Dane out, but because he had a family, they had decided to keep him in the club.

The man was an unreliable asshole.

Which is exactly what you’re being.

Turning his bike around, he pulled in front of Damon. “Give me a second.”

Grabbing his cell phone, he dialed Leo’s number.

“Hello.”

“You’re going to have to do this shit without me. I completely forgot that I was on Dane patrol.”

Leo laughed. “I already figured that out. I wasn’t waiting for you. When it came to Dane we all drew the short straw.”

“If the asshole didn’t have fucking kids, I’d have buried his ass already. Fine, have fun with Skylar. We’ve got to talk though.”

“We will tonight. Have fun.”

“I already know you’re going to have way more fun than me.”

Pocketing his cell phone, he waited for Damon to straddle his own bike, and then they were heading toward town. Only they veered off, and went down one of the streets toward Lucy’s home. It had long stopped being Dane’s when he left.

The moment he pulled up outside of the house, he heard shouting, and he saw Dane’s bike.

“Fucking asshole,” Damon said.

It was hard for all of the club. Dane had been one of them, but he had screwed that over, and now none of them could trust him.

Climbing off his bike, Paul knocked on the door, and made his way toward the noises. Dane, Lucy, and Lewis were in the kitchen. From the look on Lewis’s and Dane’s faces, things were not going well.

“Paul,” Lucy said, with a sigh of relief. “Erm, Ryan needs some help in the garden. I don’t suppose you could help, could you?”

“You don’t need me in here?” he asked, looking at Dane. His club brother was an embarrassment to their patch.

Dirty Fuckers MC played hard and partied hard, but they were fucking loyal. That was what they did. They were loyal to the core. Dane had broken that when he left his family.

“I’ve got this,” Damon said.

Nodding, Paul made his way out toward the garden, watching as Ryan was throwing his fists against the punching bag they had installed a few months ago.

“Hey, kid,” he said.

Ryan looked toward him, and smiled. “Paul. I didn’t know you were coming here.”

“Asshole turned up before we could get here. You want to tell me what the fuck is going on?” Paul stood behind the punching bag, and allowed Ryan to have at it.

“Are you sure?” Ryan asked.

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