Diamond in the Dust (Lost Kings MC, #18)

by Autumn Jones Lake

Tell the world I did you wrong. Even fuck every guy you meet.” I chime in with, “Bitch, you need to take a seat,” without even thinking about it. Slightly embarrassed by my outburst, I slump in my chair and shut my mouth. “Woo!” Dawson whistles. Genuine laughter pours out of him, erasing my doubt. “Damn, girl.” Grinning wide, he sets down his guitar. “Nice, sassy line, Shelby,” Chaser says. When the two of them stop laughing, I jerk my chin toward Dawson’s notebook. “I’m pretty sure you can’t use the big F, Dawson.” He shrugs. “I got the fire of rebellion in me now.” “Screw is a good alternative,” I suggest. “And it feels more country.” “She has a point.” Chaser’s still smiling. “Let Shelby have the sassy line. It’ll be a nice contrast.” Dawson nods, mouths a few words to himself, scribbles down a note or two, then picks up his guitar again. “Tell the world I did you wrong. Screw all the guys you meet.” He raises his eyebrow at me. “Bitch, go on and take several seats.” This time, I stand and add some wild hand gestures. Chaser doubles over laughing, but Dawson continues the song. “You caught me by surprise. No amount of pretty outside can hide. You’re the devil in disguise.” “Oh, that’s good. I like that,” I encourage. “I don’t want no olive branch.” He stops, face in deep concentration. “You can stick it up your ass?” I hope to heck he realizes I’m kidding. Dawson and Chaser crack up. Shaking his head, Dawson slaps his leg. “I like that, but it might be one too far.” “Sa...