While Dillon's immediate family was compact, with two parents and a built in best friend in the form of a twin brother, he had a much larger family that he was bound to meet one day. He wasn't coddled, he wasn't spoiled, he was raised with the intention of becoming a self-suffient man who would take responsibility for his actions and learn that certain things came with consequences and the only one to blame was himself. Life lessons such as those helped raise Dillon into the man he became, and reflecting back on it was something he'd always be thankful for. He had his mistakes, he owned them, learned from them, and moved on. He doesn't like to dwell on things that are no longer in his control or even a priority. The past is the past, he prefers living full force in the future.
On a whim, Dillon asked if he could take Taekwondo classes and while John figured it was just a phase he went with it. It was a means to teach the kid discipline, respect, as well as help him keep active. That whim when he was eight years old turned into an obsession, and twenty years later he's still taking classes and training daily. His hand-to-hand combat skills have come in handy but his discipline is even stronger. He doesn't punch first and ask questions later unless he's coming to the aide of someone he cares about. He can often be found shadowboxing or using a heavy bag just to keep himself moving or active.
Because of his father, and his upbringing, Dillon expressed an interest in not only motorcycles, but the club as well, at a very young age. He was a good kid for the most part, never really got into trouble and was almost always upbeat and friendly. He knew there was a chance he could break away from the Fallen Angels and make something of himself, but that wasn't what he wanted. It wasn't just the fact that it was in his blood, but it was the only thing he really ever wanted to do. So, as soon as he was eligible for a prospect cut, he took one up and did whatever grunt work was asked of him. He never once whined about anything or expected special treatment due to being the presidents son, and after a year they voted in favor of patching him in.
March 3, 2012, the twins twenty-first birthday was spent celebrating all around the city. Perhaps even celebrating a little too hard which eventually lead to a disagreement between Dillon and Dustin. Dillon was still aware enough to know not to get behind the wheel, and while Dustin continually argued that he was fine, Dill refused to let his brother drive. A fist fight eventually broke out between the drunken brothers, causing Dillon to pull his punches and the older twin getting the better of him. While Dill was trying to get back to his feet, Dusty got in his vehicle and sped off. Several miles later, what started out as weaving between lanes and attracting the attention of a local police officer turned into a high speed chase and ended ten minutes later in a horrific one car accident. Dustin was pronounced dead at the hospital a few hours after being transported there by helicopter.
Just a few years after being patched in, Dillon found himself in a bit of a pickle at the strip club (August 2012). A patron had a little too much to drink and got handsy with one of the girls after being repeatedly told to back off. Unwilling to take the hint and go home, the man continued and the girl eventually went off on him. Dillon had always been protective of the girls that worked at the club, especially of the new ones. Once he was made aware of the commotion and saw the guy having his ass handed to him, he was able to pull the girl off, telling some of the others to get her to the back and clean her up. Dillon ushered the man outside and took a good couple of cracks at him himself before calling the authorities. It was easier to own up to it rather than making a big deal of it, taking the blame for the battery, and confessing on tape, Dillon was charged and sentenced to one hundred and twenty days in jail. The sentence would have been a lot shorter, but given the severity of the man's injuries as well as Dillon's martial arts skills, and just the general hatred of The Fallen, the judge went a little heavy. His release date was scheduled to be just before Christmas 2012
With just two weeks left on his sentence, Dillon crossed paths with a rival club member and immediately got into a physical altercation with the man. To show that the court system wouldn't tolerate behavior like that, or the fact that the clubs even existed, Dillon was slapped with another sentence, this one to last a year. It was unjust in every sense of the word but he knew better than to argue it and risk the judge being an even bigger asshole and add more time. He held his tongue, grinned and beared and and decided to just power through until it was finally time to be released. For that year he kept out of trouble despite others trying to instigate, tapping into his self-discipline from years of training finally came to fruition. He was finally released from jail on January 18th 2014.
Dillon's release came a few months before his 23rd birthday and he quickly resumed his position at the strip club and eased right back into things with The Fallen. It was as if he hadn't missed a beat, though he kept most of what he was really feeling inside. He didn't want to be anything but the usually upbeat and fun-loving guy they all knew. In time he'd overcome those internal battles, and by the end of that year he had. It was the past, he didn't regret what he did and truthfully if he had to do it again, he would. Thankfully it never came to that, because as much as he'd do it again in a heartbeat, underneath it all he'd rather just stay out of jail in general.
In late 2015, he was voted into one of the enforcer spots. It was something he didn't see coming but had him beaming from ear to ear for a whole week. Was it ridiculous to be so excited over something? Probably, but he didn't care. He never pictured himself going past a patch within the club, but he was going to make sure he proved himself worthy to be called an enforcer. The promotion also came after losing his mother to kidney disease earlier in the year on Valentine's day. It was something he struggled with given how close he was to his mother, and deep down it's still something that bothers him, and why he's not a big fan of the over-commercialized holiday anymore.
2017 saw the strib club begin to falter. The owner was running behind on bills to keep the place up and running and was begining to panic that he'd have to shut the doors for good. Deciding that wasn't really an option, Dillon convinced the man to sell it to him and began doing some much needed upgrades to the facility. After investing a good bit of money into the club and changing the name to Bottoms Up, the club has become pretty well known and ranks within the top ten of Detroit's strip clubs. Dillon himself continues to be heavily involved with day to day business, whether it's working the front door, acting as security, or even stepping in to bartend if they're short. He's proud of how far he and the club have come.
August 17, 2019, Dillon's father, John, passed away after battling stage four lung cancer for the last two years. John was the Fallen's president and remained as such up until his passing. It was a final request that a vote be brought to the club on whether or not Dillon would take over once he was gone. In the long run, Dill never expected the vote to be in favor of him so when there were more yay's than nay's, it was a total shock. He's been the Fallen's president since August 20, 2019 and it has been quite the learning experience even then. Nearly two years later and he's gotten the hang of things, the peace has been held somewhat stable which likely means the other shoe is about to drop. It's just a matter of where, when, and how hard it's going to hit the ground.