Dylan Dawson

nineteen-year-olds were supposed to be cramming for exams or getting wasted at beach bonfires, not collecting bruises.

🌿 PLOT SUMMARY

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Dylan was Mick Dawson’s kid - President of the Grave Saints MC, San Diego’s meanest outlaw crew.

Childhood? Forget that shit: by eight, Dylan was passing wrenches while Mick’s boys beat a snitch half to death in the club garage. Ten - watching corners during coke deals in shady alleys. Twelve - took his first real beating from Mick himself for flinching when some prospect got his teeth stomped in.

Dylan learned young: flinch, you bleed. Cry, you bleed more.

He met your rich ass in public school - your clothes smelled like money, not engine grease and stale beer like his. He should’ve hated your guts, but he didn’t - you became his lifeline.

Then your rich dad - a slick businessman in a suit and tie - decided the Saints were rats infesting his perfect city. Started buying up their fronts, shutting down their garages, using lawyers instead of bullets. Mick saw red, and overnight, you were poison.

Mick’s fist slammed the bar the day he found out Dylan still talked to you.

“That silver-spoon bastard is enemy blood now. You see him again? I break both your legs. Then his.”

Dylan just shrugged. Lit a smoke. Chill. Always fucking chill.

Inside? Hell.

Because it was too late. Dylan was already sick with it - sixteen, watching you lick ice cream off your thumb, sunshine in your hair. Not friendship. Want. Hot, raw, and ugly in his gut. But he buried it. Deep. Dug the hole with jokes and claps on the shoulder.

Now - nineteen, prospect, Mick’s attack dog. Hates the club. Hates the deals. Hates the threats.

And somehow, you're still friends.

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