by Kayley Shaye
Copyright © 2020 by Kayley Shaye
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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. While references might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
DANCING WITH SATAN
KAYLEY SHAYE
Table of Contents
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 Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Firstly, I would like to dedicate this book to Emma Kocar,
who is a very dear friend to me. I met and began writing stories with Emma
when I was just 13 years old. The support I received from Emma is what pushed me
to continue writing and to eventually begin writing this novel.
Without her, I would not have been as determined to continue on this journey.
Emma has inspired me to step out of my comfort zone.
Secondly, I would like to dedicate this book to my close friends and family.
To Ja’Mi Barnes and Sierra Scarberry: Thank you for continuing to support me
in all of my endeavors and believing in me.
To Malcolm Robertson, thank you for pushing me even when I didn’t think
I could be pushed anymore. Thank you for seeing such potential in me.
I couldn’t have done without all of you.
Chapter One
I walked down the dark alleyway as rain began to drizzle down on me. I pulled my leather jacket tighter to my body, already pissed by the dreary weather that was going to ruin my clothes.
I continued down the alley, suddenly feeling as if I was being watched. I glanced behind me, shaking a little as the cold water pelted down on me. It was just great—like a horror movie. You know, the one where the girl gets raped, stabbed, and left to die. Or something like that.
I wasn’t typically a nervous person, but as I continued walking, I had the feeling that someone else was with me. I really wished I had the guys for back up. More specifically, I mean my club or ‘my boys’ as I called them sometimes.
Most of the time, I carried a gun in the band of my jeans because I never knew when shit was going to hit the fan, but stupid me left it at the clubhouse. So here I was, weaponless and looking like a drowned cat in the middle of the night.
I turned the corner, finally out of the alley, but a hand wrapped around my mouth before I could celebrate the fact that I hadn’t just been gutted alive.
“If you scream, I’ll kill you,” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath on my neck.
That’s basically what every murderer says to you before he drags you away, has his way with you and then kills you when he’s done. So, to say I was scared was an understatement. No, I was terrified.
“Walk,” he said, releasing me. I felt a cold metal press against my back and had to guess that it was a gun. Nonetheless, I walked ahead, hiding in the shadows of the streetlights.
I let out a shaky breath even though I meant to hold it in. He didn’t need to know that I was afraid, but it was too late for that now. “What do you want with me?”
“Club business,” he answered.
I sighed. I should’ve known. “Are you one of the Rebels?” I asked. They were our rivals, so it would make sense that they’d hold me hostage to get up under my club’s skin or send them a warning.
“That’s none of your business. Just walk and shut up if you want to keep your teeth,” he demanded as we came up to an abandoned house.
I rolled my eyes. What an ass.
***
I was tied to a chair in an old abandoned house and didn’t have a damn clue why I was there. Maybe something was going on between the two clubs that I didn’t know about. Sometimes, the guys kept things to themselves as much as I hated it. They didn’t want me to get hurt. At least, that’s what they always said. I was more or less like the ‘queen’ around them; the guys cared for me and would take a bullet for me. Yes, that sounded conceited, but it’s true. I’d do the same for them any day too. They knew I could take care of myself, but I was also careless and forgetful at times, leaving my gun behind. So, they kept an eye on me most of the time.
Today was different though. I convinced them that I’d be fine on my own, and boy was I wrong. Luckily, I thought I knew who these guys were, and they weren’t going to kill me right off the bat.
They’d make it a big deal and probably wouldn’t kill me unless my club was watching it with their own eyes. Whoever was holding me in the house knew that I meant a lot to my club, otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting here.
I was almost positive that I was being held by the Rebels. Who else would want to kidnap me?
The door to my left flew open, and I almost jumped out of my skin. This was just great. I turned to look at my kidnapper’s face for the first time and did a double take. I scanned my eyes down his body and back up again. He was probably six feet tall with brown hair, blue eyes, and tattoos—a lot of tattoos. I’m not going to lie, he’s hot. Smoking hot.
What was wrong with me? I should be pissed at him. No wait, I was pissed at him.
“Here to rape and kill me?” I asked bluntly.
He narrowed his eyes and came closer to me before kneeling down by my chair. My heart was in my throat instantly, beating like 150 times per minute.
“I wouldn’t encourage the idea if I were you,” he said, his voice softer than I remember him speaking earlier. His hand reached up towards my face, and I tried to move away from his reach but was unsuccessful. His hand trailed down the side of my face and made me shiver.
“Why do you care? You’re the one who kidnapped me, you bastard,” I spat.
He slapped my face suddenly and I hissed in pain. “Sweetheart, you might want to keep your mouth shut. I was just trying to spare you some pain. This is club business. I already told you that. I don’t kidnap women for a living.”
“Really? Could’ve fooled me.” I rolled my eyes
. The pain in my cheek seemed to subside slowly.
He smirked at me, and I was sure my eyes doubled in size. What the hell was he smirking about? “You’re feisty. I like it.”
“What? What the hell did you just say?” I asked, cursing as he stood back up. The smirk fell from his face almost immediately.
“Nothing. Forget about it. Just keep your mouth shut. I don’t want to hear a word out of this room. Understand?” his rough voice replied. Whatever trace of softness he showed for a split second was gone.
“I understand,” I said through gritted teeth. “Can I at least get your name?”
“Jesse Miller,” he said before he slammed the door shut and I heard the lock click.
I realized I knew who he was. He was indeed a club member of the Rebels. More importantly, he was the guy that handled the dirty work—the leader, the president. Everyone knew who Jesse was even if they’d never met him before.
Last year, Ryder, the president of my club, told me he tortured and killed a member of the Warriors before I had been sworn into the club. It was brutal, and it was only to get revenge because he had lost one of his guys in a gunfight. The man Jesse killed was beaten alive, and his body was dropped at our clubhouse doors. He was one of the most well-known criminals in town, not to mention one of the most dangerous.
So why was I suddenly so calm and collected? Maybe because I knew there was slim to no chance of me getting out of here, so why fight against it when it wasn’t going to do any good?
Chapter Two
Ryder
“Liam, do you know where Sage is?” I asked, approaching him from behind where he was sitting at the bar along with a couple of the guys.
“No, I don’t. Haven’t seen her since this afternoon. Why?” Liam asked, turning the seat to look at me, beer in hand as usual. We drank nearly 24/7.
“It’s not like her to not show up to meetings, and she knows this one is important. Everyone’s already gathering, and I need to know where the hell she is.”
“Call her, man. I’m sure she’s fine,” Liam spoke, running his fingers through his dirty blond hair.
“Yeah, you’re right,” I pulled out my phone and dialled her number. It went to voicemail immediately, and my heartbeat spiked. “It went to voicemail, Liam.”
I cursed and slammed my phone down on the bar, shattering it into pieces. Where is she?
“Calm down, Ryder. Don’t jump to conclusions so quick.” Liam stood up, downing the rest of his beer and tossed it into the trash halfway across the room.
“Calm down? What if something happened to her! Do you know what would happen to this club if we lost her?” I shouted, well aware of the fact that every soul there was staring at me. I didn’t care at this point though. I just wanted to know where Sage was.
“Let’s just call off the meeting and go look for her,” Damien, my right-hand man, said as he pushed through the crowd of other guys.
“Good idea,” Liam replied. “I’m sure it’s nothing, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
I let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. This couldn’t be happening.
“Liam, Damien, and I will go to her house and ask her parents if they’ve seen her. You guys hang out around here and call Liam if you hear anything.”
I didn’t wait for a reply as I walked out the front doors and headed towards my bike. Something was wrong, that much was certain. Sage never disappeared like this and always called if she was going to be late, not to mention the fact she didn’t go out alone that often. She was usually always with one of us, if not all of us.
This was what I got for letting her go out without backup, and I was kicking myself for it already.
***
“What do you mean you haven’t seen her?” We were standing on the porch, being glared at by Sage’s parents. They didn’t exactly approve of her choices or us.
“We haven’t seen her since she left for school this morning,” David, her dad, said. “We thought she was with you all.”
He didn’t try to hide the disgust he felt for us, that was for sure. “She came to the clubhouse at four and left shortly after that. She didn’t tell us where she was going either.” I ran a hand through my brown hair.
“You don’t know where she might have gone?” Damien asked.
“No, like we said, we thought she was with you guys,” her mom replied. “Why wasn’t anyone with her?”
“She told me she was going out alone, said she could handle it, and that she’d be back soon. Obviously, she never showed back up.” I shook my head in confusion.
“She better not be hurt, Ryder, or it’ll be all your fault!” Melissa practically yelled in my face before David shoved her back inside.
“I’m well aware,” I muttered under my breath.
“Just find her,” David told me, holding the doorknob so Melissa wouldn’t come charging out for my ass. “You guys know her better than we do these days, no matter how unfortunate that is,” he spat. “We’ll call you if she shows up. If not, you better bring her home alive, Ryder, or there will be hell to pay.” With that, he stepped back inside and flicked off the light, leaving us in the darkness.
“Thanks for the help,” I said, storming down the steps towards my parked Harley. I could barely even see it in the darkness aside from the reflection of red from the streetlight.
“We’ll find her, Ryder, one way or another,” Damien called to me.
“You don’t know that,” I said. “We don’t even know where to start looking.”
As if right on cue, Liam’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and I snapped my head in his direction.
Damn was all he could say.
“What? What’s wrong?” I asked, walking towards him.
“The guys want us to get back to the clubhouse now. It has something to do with Sage.” Liam dropped the phone back in his pocket without another word.
The three of us got on our bikes and sped out of there like our asses were on fire. Nothing good could come out of this as far as I could tell.
***
We walked into the clubhouse fifteen minutes later, and I was surprised to see almost every guy in the place sitting down with concerned looks on their faces. Sage really did mean a lot to us. All of us. What pissed me off, though, was that not a single person would look me in the eye.
“What about her? You told us to rush over, so spit it out already.” I couldn’t help the anger that was boiling in me.
“I got a text from an unknown number,” Devin spoke. “All it said was ‘Don’t worry, your girl is fine. For now. Meet me tomorrow and we’ll discuss things’ and then they left an address for us,” he explained.
“That’s all they said?”
“Yep,” Devin nodded.
Suddenly, my stomach sunk even more than it had already, if that was even possible.
“Why don’t you go ahead and tell us what you’re thinking,” Liam said.
“Whoever took her had been watching us, otherwise they wouldn’t have known she’d be alone,” I explained. Everyone still had confused looks on their faces, but this was common sense really.
“The Rebels, you idiots. They’re holding her hostage because we owe them money!” I shouted.
“Because they helped us last month when we fought against the Aces. They wanted money for saving our asses,” Liam recapped with disgust in his voice.
“That’s exactly right!” I said, furious. “Now they’ve got the one thing we need the most to keep this club running smoothly, and they know it. That’s the only reason they helped us, so they could pull a stunt like this!” The last thing I ever wanted was to let the Rebels help us last month. They killed some of our members, and we killed some of theirs in the past, but I had no choice but to ask for help. The only reason we even got out alive was because we made a deal over that money.
“At least she’s not dead.”
“Not yet,” my voice dropped. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen this one coming.
“You better hope you’re right, Damien. If something happens to her, every member of the Rebels will get a bullet to the skull. Mark my words.”
Chapter Three
Sage
I stared at the dirty, bloody carpet that indicated I definitely wasn’t the first prisoner or hostage held here, not that I expected I would be. These were the Rebels after all. They were ruthless in every sense of the word.
The door flew open and by now, I got used to it. I had been in the house for three days at least, and I didn’t know how much more I could take. I was thirsty and starving. It was a wonder I hadn’t passed out yet.
I looked up and saw a new guy, one that I’d never seen before. He was covered in tattoos even on his face, and if looks could kill, I would be dead four times over. He was older, maybe mid-forties. He was bald, and his facial tattoos went all the way up to his head. He had a very faded, blown out grim reaper on his face that was quite the eye-catcher. Could I say ‘yikes’? I snapped my head back to the ground and closed my eyes as I let out a shaky breath. He looked creepy as hell, and that’s all I could say about that.
“Look at me,” his rough voice chimed.
“I think I’ll pass,” I stated. My throat was very dry, and it was giving me a fit.
He yanked my head up towards him by my hair, and I bit my lip hard to avoid screaming in pain. I couldn’t show weakness at this point, no matter how much I wanted to give up. I didn’t want to fight it. Then it hit me. My guys would be disappointed if I gave up. Hell, I was a fighter, always had been. So, I was going to fight until I couldn’t take it any longer.
“You look at me when I tell you to,” the man said, releasing my hair. I gritted my teeth and glared at him as he knelt down by me. His hand went up under my shirt before I even knew what the hell was going on.
