by Sarah Bale
Her Devils: Devil’s Regents MC: Books 1-3
Copyright © 2020 by Sarah Bale
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Photographer: JW Photography
Cover Models: Darrin James Dedmon and Kodi Kristoffersen
Cover design by Lauren Dawes / Sly Fox Book Design
Edited by Jodi Thompson
First Printing: September 2020
Her Devils: Devil’s Regents MC Books 1-3/ Sarah Bale. -- 1st ed
To Darrin, Kodi, and Jean. When I saw the image, I knew I had to have it, and write a book for it. Thank you for creating something that moved my soul.
Her Devils: Devil’s Regents MC Books 1-3 with bonus material
4 Devils + 1 Sinner = a Hell of a good time
Saviors…
I’ve spent the last six years trying to have a “normal” life - whatever that means. Then the man who saved my life calls in a favor that lands me undercover at the Devil’s Regents MC. It’s supposed to be easy – just listen and report anything worth mentioning to the Feds. But Saint and his three club officers are anything but easy. They steal my heart, and when a rival club threatens us, I must show my guys how far I’ll go to keep them safe.
Saints…
“It’s for your own good.” That’s what my men say when they send me away. Heartbroken and alone, I once again search for the elusive “normal”. I try to move on — really, I do. But my heart and mind won’t give up on the idea of being back with the club officers of the Devil’s Regents MC. Regardless of what they say, I know we’re stronger together. When the monster from my past comes back, my guys must show me how far they’ll go to keep me safe.
Sinners…
Knowing my tormentor was dead is the only thing that kept me going for the last six years. Finding out he’s not has turned my world upside down. He thought he could break me. He was wrong. With my men at my side, I vow to take back my life by taking down the f*cker who hurt me. He’s about to find out who he’s dealing with and his reign of terror ends today.
Sarah’s Devil’s Regents MC Playlist:
Hear Me Now – Bad Wolves
Sober – Bad Wolves
Because You Know – Becky Shaheen
Lovely – Billie Eilish & Khalid
Baby – Bishop Briggs
River – Bishop Briggs
Love Bites – Def Leppard
Stone Cold -Demi Lovato
Marry You – Donald Glover
I See Red – Everybody Loves An Outlaw
Popular Monsters – Falling In Reverse
Big Girls Don’t Cry – Fergie
Coming Down – Five Finger Death Punch
I Refuse – Five Finger Death Punch
Remember Everything – Five Finger Death Punch
Gone Away – Five Finger Death Punch
Wrong Side of Heaven – Five Finger Death Punch
Familiar Taste Of Poison – Halestorm
Bad At Love – Halsey
Watermelon Sugar – Harry Styles
Hurt – Johnny Cash
Motivation – Kelly Rowland
Watch Me Burn – Michele Morrone
Push – Nick Jonas
Broken – Seether feat. Amy Lee
Love is Madness – Thirty Seconds to Mars feat. Halsey
Character Glossary:
Olivia Elizabeth Mayhem-Massacre
Mary Elizabeth Queenie Massacre
Sebastian Zayn Kingston Massacre
Agent Fred Hill
Allison Hill
Lucy Jackson
Dr. Gabrielle Cross
Mary Massacre – deceased
Devil’s Regents Club Officers
President - Saint Massacre
Vice President - Gideon “King” Kingston
Sergeant-at-arms – Zayn “Razor” Smith
Enforcer - Sebastian “Bash” Khadem
Road captain - Jesus
Club secretary - Tiny
Treasurer - currently vacant
Chaplain – Rooster
Club Surgeon - Doc
Devil’s Regents Club Whores
Nicole “Jas/Jasmine” Box
Cassandra “Foxy” Williams
Queenie “Queen” Kingston - deceased
Pinky
Ducky
Kiwi
Karma – whereabouts unknown **Find out more in Her Outlaw**
Sissy – deceased
Mama Bear – deceased
Claws - deceased
Contents
Sensitive Content Warning:
Her Saviors
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Her Saints
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Her Sinners
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Epilogue
Coming Soon:
Let’s Connect!
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Sarah Bale
Sensitive Content Warning:
This book contains sensitive subject matters, including
references to childhood sexual abuse. Reader discretion is advised.
If you or someone you know is a victim of sexual assault or abuse, please contact the Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-4673 or visit www.RAINN.org for support.
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1
Olivia
My life began the day I died. No, that’s not some thoughtless metaphor - I literally died. Some days I wish they would have just left me alone, letting me rot six feet under. But that’s not how life works, is it? When I close my eyes, I’m still haunted by my past and the day that brought me back.
I screamed, burning and freezing at the same time.
A nurse came in, putting a cool cloth on my forehead. “I know it hurts, honey. Just hang in there a few more days.”
Days? There was no way I could take any more of this! The monitors beeped as my heart rate spiked. My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my freaking chest.
“Code blue, room 2.”
I get up, pacing my small dorm room. You’d never know that I died just by looking at me. That’s what six years of running and putting your past behind you will do, I guess. And I ran as far as I fucking could from my old life.
After that day, the state found some long-lost cousins for me to stay with until I turned eighteen. They were nice, but only took me in for the monthly checks they got for their troubles. But they didn’t physically hurt me. For that, I’m thankful. They did, however, manage to verbally abuse me every chance they got. I once overheard my cousin on the phone saying how I would never amount to anything because of my past. That I was trash and would always be trash, and she would know, since she was trash. Hell, I could barely read at the ripe old age of sixteen.
Guess I proved them all wrong, though. I caught up in my high school classes and managed to snag a scholarship to a state university. Sure, it’s for low-income students, but it’s still mine. And I get a chance to make something out of my life. Otherwise, my cousin might just be right.
I go back to my desk. I don’t have time to let my past screw with my future.
The door opens and my roommate, Lucy, pops her dark head in.
“You’re really not going to come?” She sighs. “It’s just a coffee shop. I’m not asking you to come to a rave.”
I glance up. “I have to finish this paper.”
Or, that’s the excuse I’m giving today. She doesn’t need to know where I’m really going. My phone buzzes on my desk, reminding me that I have somewhere to be soon. I wonder what Lucy would do if she knew this side of me? Would she still want me to have coffee with her then? My guess is no.
“You’ve said no every day for the past three years.”
I smile. “Why stop now?”
“I worry about you, Olivia. I really do.”
“Don’t. I’m fine.” I glance at the clock on the wall. “Better head out or you’ll be late.”
She rolls her eyes, but grabs her bag as she leaves. I lean back in my chair when she’s gone, thankful for the silence. Sometimes I hate it so fucking much that I’m not normal. That I don’t like being in crowds. That I won’t even drink more than two cups of coffee a day for fear of becoming addicted. It’s silly, as my therapist has told me repeatedly, but I can’t stop myself, especially since I know how easy it is to become addicted to something. It’s the what ifs that are going to kill me. And this time it just might be forever.
Turning back to my laptop, I look over my paper and hit send. There. That means I’m officially finished with classes until the fall. Two and a half months of freedom, which I’m trying not to stress over too much. I still haven’t found a place to live over the summer, and I have to be out of the dorms in a week.
But, after that, I’ll be a senior and then I’ll graduate with a degree in accounting. When I first enrolled, I had dreams of becoming a chef or even a teacher, like the ones who helped me so much when I needed it the most. But I’m not sure if I’m in a place to help kids going through shit. I mean, I’m not even over my own shit. So I took the safe route, even if it bores the hell out of me.
There’s a knock on the door and I open it, thinking Lucy’s forgotten her car keys again. Air solidifies in my throat when I see him standing there.
Agent Hill.
“Well, look at that. I barely recognized you.” He smiles. “May I come in?”
I don’t answer right away, but he wasn’t really waiting for me to. He walks in, looking around.
“This is nice. I hear you’re doing well in your classes.”
I’m a bit surprised he’s been keeping tabs on me.
I swallow and ask, “What are you doing here?”
“Guess you don’t believe I’m here checking up on you. No?” He lets out a laugh. “Do you remember that day in the hospital?”
How could I not?
I stared out the window as the days went by. I wasn’t craving the drugs as much anymore and, according to the doctors, I was totally clean now. I didn’t feel clean, though. And that was the worst part. I felt dirty. Tainted. No good.
There was a knock on the door and the agent who saved me came in. Agent Hill. He was an older guy, who looked like he’s seen a thing or two in his time. But, then again, haven’t we all?
“Feeling better?”
I nodded.
“Good. You had us worried for a while.”
I moistened my dry lips before asking, “Is he dead?”
“He’s gone.”
I fell back against the pillows and cried for the first time in longer than I could remember. I was finally safe. And free. Two things I never thought I’d live to see.
“We’re going to get you away from this mess, so you can have a fresh start, but you have to promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“Stay out of trouble.” He paused. “And one day maybe you can repay me by helping me out.”
I nodded, brushing away my tears. “I promise.”
“Olivia? Do you remember that day?”
I shove the thought away and nod when he raises an eyebrow in my direction. This is a man who’s used to people answering him right away, and I can see it annoys him that I haven’t. I think I like annoying him.
But I say, “I remember.”
“Good. I’m here to collect on that favor you owe me.”
“What kind of favor?”
He smiles, but it’s not warm this time. In fact, it makes me want to run from this place I so foolishly thought I was safe. I should have fucking known better than to trust him.
“Why don’t you come with me and I’ll explain everything.”
He takes me to the Panera Bread on campus and buys me my favorite salad without having to ask what I want. I know this isn’t coincidence. Glancing out the window, I see a black SUV parked across the street. The same SUV that’s been there for weeks now. I guess I was too naïve to realize what it meant.
When we sit, he’s silent as I eat. Finally, I put the fork down. I can’t handle this charade any longer.
“You mentioned a favor?” I swallow. “What did you have in mind?”
My stomach cramps as I wait for him to answer. What if it’s something I’m not prepared to give? What then?
“You can get that look off your face, Olivia. I’m not asking you to do anything like that.”
I let out a sigh of relief that’s cut short as he goes on.
“Well, maybe a little like that, but not what you’re thinking.”
The crazy thing is, I’m intrigued now. Because that’s how fucked up I am.
“What is it?”
“I need you to get information about a man for me and the agency. You’ll have to go undercover.”
I let out a small laugh. “Undercover? Surely there’s someone more qualified to do this?”
“I’m afraid not. Our guy has a very specific taste in women, and you’re a perfect match.” He smiles. “It’ll only be for a few weeks. A m
onth at tops. Of course, we’ll pay you for your time. I hear those textbooks for your senior year will be expensive. Consider them paid in full if you help us, and that’s on top of a lump sum we’ll be giving you.”
Paid in full? That’s nearly two thousand dollars’ worth of textbooks. Two thousand dollars that I don’t have and can’t get another student loan to cover. He pushes a piece of paper toward me with a number on it. Holy. Freaking. God. I won’t have to keep two jobs just to survive. Heck, I might even be able to get a car with that amount of money. And definitely an apartment next semester.
“What will I have to do?”
“Be at this address tonight. Our guy will get you an in with the group we’re watching. After you make contact, you’ll report to me with anything that you hear.” He wags his finger. “That’s important, Olivia. I need to know everything said in your presence, even if it seems silly or doesn’t make sense.”