Dillon's Universe
A Perdition MC Novel
Isabel Wroth
Copyright © 2021 Isabel Wroth
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NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental. The author does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for third-party websites or their content.
Cover design by: Maria Spada
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
More Books By Isabel Wroth
Dedication
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
Afterword
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Sarazen’s Claim
Sarazen’s Vengeance
Sarazen’s Betrayal
Sarazen’s Hunt
Sarazen’s Fury
Sarazen’s Pride- Coming Soon!
The Sarazen Saga Anthologies
Blood and Venom
The Etheric Travelers Series
Awakening
Perdition MC
Never Ever
Athena’s Raid
Ripley’s Saint
Dillon’s Universe
The Golden Bulls of Minos
Queen’s Ransom
The Valos Of Sonhadra
Shadowed
The Little Coven Series
A Little Green Magic
A Little Cosmic Magic
Portrait of Death
Unforgotten
Uncovered
Dedication
For my Dad
This book has been a long time coming, to be sure. I started this series five years ago when my Dad was still alive, and I largely based Top’s character and on him.
Right after I published Never Ever, my Dad was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. In the subsequent years, as he declined, it got harder to write the book that had so much of his language and presence added to it.
I’d sit and try to write about something Top did or said as a fictional character, only to be reminded it was the same exact thing Dad used to do.
After he passed, it got harder to write, to relive those memories as wonderful as they were, but the books felt incomplete without Top’s presence within.
I’d start the story, then stop. Start again, have a healthy breakdown, and stop for a while. Then I’d get mad because the story wasn’t just right, or didn’t live up to my vision of how I needed Top to carry my Dad’s memories.
So, I put it aside and waited. This whole series is special to me, simply for the fact that I can use it to keep those memories of my Dad going and share them with you.
As an author, I appreciate all those who’ve been patiently waiting, but I especially want to thank you, my Ride or Die Readers who’ve been with me from the very beginning. From my first book, Never Ever.
As a daughter, thanks for being part of my Dad’s story. For keeping these memories of his voice, his larger than life attitude, and all his hilarious little quirks alive.
CHAPTER ONE
A creeping sensation across her skin of absolute wrongness jerked her out from under the thick blanket of sleep, and at first, Dillon couldn't identify the source.
Elka was quiet, not making any noises to alert her of any danger, but in the pitch black of the night, Dillon's heart pounded out a furious rhythm of inexplicable fear.
Then it hit her, one rapid-fire realization after the other.
She was on her back—she never slept on her back—and she couldn't move. She couldn't wiggle her toes, she couldn't curl her fingers into the sheets, and she couldn't speak or cry out for Elka.
At first, Dillon thought it was the drumming of her heartbeat in her ears, but the cadence was too slow to match the pace. Footsteps.
There was someone in the house—someone not screaming in pain as Elka took them down, which meant something had happened to her dog.
Dillon was frozen, paralyzed, only able to roll her eyes to the side to stare at the cell phone and the empty holster inches away on the nightstand.
Her gun was gone. Dillon knew she'd left it right there. She'd cleaned it before going to bed, and the smell of gun oil still lingered as proof.
Why had she gotten complacent and stopped sleeping with her weapon beneath her pillow?
Paralyzed like she was, would it have made any difference?
The footsteps were close now, right outside.
Struggling for a full breath, Dillon felt like she was choking on her pulse as a light appeared around the seam of her closed bedroom door.
She could hear the knob turn, followed by the familiar creak of the floorboards. It swung open, and because of the searingly bright light settled on the person's forehead, all Dillon could see was the shadowy outline of what had to be a man.
“Oh, good. You're awake.” For all the life there was in his unremarkable voice, he might as well have been using a computer program to speak. “I understand this must be quite distressing. Rest assured, I mean you no harm.”
The bed dipped as he sat down beside her, the light strapped to his head aimed directly in her eyes, and she couldn't turn her face away. She couldn't do anything but lay there and gargle in terror.
“This is oxygen. The paralytic I injected you with can sometimes make it difficult to breathe. Can't have you passing out on me.”
The shadowy man slipped a mask over her mouth and nose, pulling the elastic band over her head to keep it in place. A squeak came
