by K. J. Dahlen
Tucker played one last card. He grew impatient and snarled, “If you’re going to shoot me, then shoot me. What are you waiting for?”
Sebastian hesitated and watched as Tucker snarl turned into a sneer. “You’re about as worthless as a screen door on a submarine, you and the rest of the world. No one has any guts anymore.” Tucker turned and began walking toward the door.
“Tucker Briggs!” Sebastian shouted. “Turn around.”
Tucker snarled and turned to face Sebastian. The knife in his hands raised to a defensive position.
Sebastian could see that he was ready to charge at him and he didn’t hesitate. His index finger tightened slightly and the gun in his hand exploded.
Tucker was surprised and looked down at his chest. Blood stained his shirt. He looked as if he hadn’t expected this turn of events. He’d been so sure that Sebastian wouldn’t shoot. He had counted on him not being able to shoot him.
Tucker fell to his knees. His lungs felt on fire as his heart tried to beat faster. The pain in his chest was incredible. His breathing was shallow and as he tried to suck in more air. Tucker began choking as he coughed, blood spewed from his mouth. He fell to the floor and tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come. He tried to scream but not even that sound could get out.
Finally, there was silence.
Tucker Briggs was dead.
Sebastian moved away from the shadows and stood over Tucker’s body. He saw that Tucker’s eyes were open and blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth. The front of his shirt was red with blood. Sebastian reached for his neck but didn’t find a pulse. He grabbed the knife from Tucker’s hand and walked away from him.
The boat rocked as Jesse jumped aboard and Sebastian met him at the door. Jesse took one look at his face and backed away to let Sebastian up on deck. He disappeared below for a minute then came back and joined Sebastian.
“Well, it’s over this time for sure. Tucker won’t hurt anyone else ever again,” Jesse stated in a shaky voice.
Sebastian stared at him. “I didn’t have a choice. He had the knife in his hand and he was coming for me. I didn’t want to shoot him. I wanted to take him in. I hope you understand that. He said that the game was really to find out if anyone could stop him. He told me that others have tried but no one ever got as close as we did and no one ever kept coming like we did. He had such a look of stunned disbelief on his face when I shot him. He didn’t think I would do it.”
Jesse looked at Sebastian and he could read the truth in his eyes. “I know. There was something different about Tucker and nobody knew what to do about it. He died the way he lived, on his own terms. Maybe this was the way it had to end the whole time. He knew you wouldn’t let him go. Maybe you were the only one that could stop him all along.”
Sebastian looked at Jesse and then at the doorway that led below deck. “We’d better call John Sanders. He’ll want to be notified that there is a body now.”
Sebastian left the boat and walked to the water’s edge. His nightmare was finally over. He had a lot to make up for, but killing Tucker was something that had needed to be done. Suddenly, he couldn’t wait to see his son. He wanted to feel Wyatt’s arms around his neck again. Life without Carolyn would be hard but at least he still had Wyatt and he knew they would somehow make it. They both lost so much in the last few weeks but together, they would survive.
* * * *
Jesse was glad the nightmare was over as well. He could get back to his own life now. Or maybe start a new life with Kelly. He’d just barely tasted her and he knew in his heart he wanted more. He only hoped she did too.
When they got back to where the boat was shored he looked at Kelly and saw the promise in her eyes. He knew there would be questions to answer and family to settle but he also knew she would wait for him.
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Spawn & Spitfire
K.J. Dahlen
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SPAWN & SPITFIRE
Satan’s Spawn MC Series
#1
When Cassie comes to Troy, New York, looking for her best friend Peaches, she meets Deke Tory and her world is never going to be the same. He is formidable, magnetic and not like anyone she has ever met. Deke is president of the Satan’s Spawn MC and while he lives by a certain set of rules, Cassie grew up differently. She grew up on the streets from the age of ten and the only rule there…was the rule of survival.
Deke finds himself drawn to the Spitfire girl who appeared out of nowhere. Can he break down the walls she has built up to protect herself? When Cassie and Peaches are reunited, their past comes back to haunt them. Someone from their past wants them dead to hide a terrible secret.
Can Deke protect her—can he even hold on to her?
They have to find a way to survive and Cassie has to find a way to keep a promise she made to her friend, Peaches when they were ten. She has to find Peaches’ family and reunite them. Will they both survive long enough or will their past swallow them and keep its secret for a little while longer?
Spawn & Spitfire
Satan’s Spawn MC Series
#1
DEDICATION
I would like to dedicate this book to all those women and children who have been caught up in desperate situations. I may not know your pain but I hope you are able to find a place like Redemption House to rebuild your lives. You have the strength deep down inside you to take that first step. I pray that you can find it within yourself to take that step and better your life.
CHAPTER ONE
When she walked into the Dirty Dancing club, Cassie didn’t really know what she would find. The place was clean at least. As she looked around, she could see the bar and tables. She could also see the stage and the runway area. All she knew for sure was she needed to find her.
Smoke filled the room with its hazy scent and she wrinkled her nose a bit. Making her way through the tables to the bar, Cassie sat down and ordered a drink. When the bartender placed the glass in front of her, she turned slightly and watched the dancers for a moment. She grabbed the glass, brought it to her lips and asked, “Do you have a dancer here named Peaches?”
The bartender, a big man with tattoos up and down his arms narrowed his eyes at her question, then shrugged. “I’m here to serve drinks, not to answers dumb questions.”
Cassie narrowed her own eyes then taking her drink, she began to wander around the club. She watched everything without seeming to notice anything. Slowly making her way toward the back hall, she saw one of the dancers enter the Ladies room. Placing her glass on the table, she headed that way herself. Pushing open the door, she saw the dancer checking her makeup. “Hi.” She nodded at the dancer.
“Hey.” The dancer nodded back.
“I was wondering if you could help me.”
The dancer stopped what she was doing and stared at her through the mirror. “Whatcha looking for?”
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br /> Cassie held up her hands. “I just need some information on one of your dancers.”
The woman frowned. “Sorry no can do, sister. We don’t give out info on each other. We protect ourselves and the club.”
“I can relate to that. I’m not asking for anything but if you have a dancer here named Peaches. I really need to find her. To make sure she’s okay. I’m not here to hurt anyone, but I do need to find her.”
“Sorry honey can’t help you, club rules.” The dancer moved toward the door.
Cassie moved aside to let her pass. “She’s my friend and I need to know she’s all right,” she whispered. “I swear, that’s all I want to know.”
The woman paused. “If Deke finds out I told you anything, I’ll be in so much trouble.”
Cassie shook her head. “He won’t find out from me. If you see her, tell her to call me at the Star Bright motel, room 104. Just get the message to her. Nobody has to know we even spoke. Please?”
The dancer nodded then left and the door closed slowly behind her.
For the first time since this nightmare began, Cassie let a deep hopeful breath.
A few minutes later, she walked out of the rest room and to the main door of the dance hall.
~* * * *~
She didn’t see the three men that followed her to the parking lot and watched as she got into her jeep and drove away.
One of the men lit a cigarette and as the smoke cleared he said, “Deke might want to know about this.” He turned and walked back into the club. As he made his way to the back room where the offices were, he nodded to the bartender.
At the big oak door of Deke’s office, the man paused briefly and knocked. When Deke called out, he opened the door and came inside. The office was neat and tidy. The large oak desk in front of him was littered with papers and a laptop but he paid them no mind. As his eyes met the man’s behind the desk, Wiley swallowed hard.
Deke was a big man, six foot six inches, and at least three hundred fifty pounds of raw muscle. His short black hair was brushed back away from his face and his eyes were the color of ice. His hands were just as big as the rest of him and could easily break a man in half. “What’s up, Wiley?”
“We have someone sniffing around, asking questions about one of the dancers.”
Deke sat back in his chair. His fingers steepled while his steely gaze met his Sergeant at Arms. “Now who would be foolish enough to do that?”
Wiley shrugged. “It was a young woman. She first asked Hal about her but when Hal wouldn’t give her any answers, she went into the ladies room after Candy. I don’t think Candy would talk, but you never know what chicks are gonna say.”
“Bring Candy in here,” Deke ordered as he got up and moved from behind his desk.
A few minutes later, Wiley escorted Candy into the office.
She took one look at the big man’s face and began to tremble.
“I understand we had someone asking about Peaches.”
Candy groaned. “She asked but I didn’t answer.”
“What did she want to know?”
“She said she was a friend and just wanted to know if Peaches was okay,” Candy answered truthfully. “She told me to have Peaches call her.”
“Call her where?”
“She’s at the Star Bright, room 104. I swear boss that’s all she said.”
Deke stared at the woman for a moment then nodded. “It’s okay, you aren’t in trouble, but the next time someone asks anything, you better be the one to bring it to my attention, not Hal or Wiley. I run a good place here and give you girls the protection you need to feel safe. I need you to look out for each other as well.”
Candy almost wilted in relief. “I understand boss. I’m sorry I didn’t come to you first thing.”
Deke watched as she turned and left. Then he looked over at Wiley. “Maybe you and a couple of the boys should go find this woman and bring her to me. I need to know what she wants with Peaches.”
“Sure thing Prez.” Wiley grinned as he turned to leave.
“Don’t hurt her man,” Deke called out, “Just bring her in.”
Wiley nodded at two other men and they all made their way to the parking lot. Mounting their bikes, they roared off.
A few minutes later, they parked near the Star Bright Motel, just down a few spots from the Jeep he’d seen the woman drive away in. Wiley glanced around the parking lot. No one else was around and he didn’t want trouble.
Dismounting their rides, they all made their way to the door of room 104. He knocked and waited for an answer. When it didn’t come right away, he pounded on the door.
A moment later, it was thrown open and a young girl stood there. “What the hell do you want?” she growled.
Wiley took a moment to look at her.
Dressed in a white motel robe she was a small woman, her long, red, wet hair fell to her waist in tiny ringlets. Her green eyes snapped with impatience.
Wiley was both impressed and puzzled with the fact that she didn’t seem to fear them. “The boss wants to see you.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot. “Well maybe, I don’t want to see your boss. Did you ever think about that?”
Wiley’s brow rose as he stared at her in astonishment. “When Deke says come lady, you come.” He reached out to grab her.
She backed a step away. “I’m warning you, I don’t like to be touched. And this Deke joker can go fuck himself. Who the hell does he think he is?”
Wiley growled and stepped forward to grab hold of her. “He’s the fucking President of the Satan’s Spawn MC, that’s who the fuck he is!”
“I told you I don’t like to be touched.” She seethed as she took another step back.
“I don’t really give a shit what you like or don’t like. You’re coming with us.”
As soon as he grabbed her arm, she went postal. Her knee met his groin and before he even fell, she roundhoused his jaw and laid him out on the floor.
The other two men with him were stunned for a moment then charged at her.
She kicked one of them in the stomach and grabbed the other by his balls. Squeezing them viciously, she dropped him to the floor while giving the first one a hit to the eye.
He dropped beside Wiley and all three men laid there while they groaned.
She stepped away and headed for the bathroom. Closing the door, she got dressed and a couple of minutes later, rejoined the three men.
They were just starting to pick themselves up from the floor.
“I warned you not to touch me.” She moved over to the bed, picked up her purse, and stood at the door. “Let’s go see this boss man of yours. I have some questions I need answers to and since he’s THE PRESIDENT,” she emphasized the words with sarcasm in her voice. “He should have all the answers I need.”
Wiley ran his hand along his jaw and felt the bruise she’d given him. His eyes sparkled with fury. “You’re riding with one of us.”
“Like hell I am,” she snapped as she made her way out the door. “I have my own vehicle and I’ll meet you there.” She walked over to her jeep and got inside.
Wiley and the others got on their bikes and revved the engines. When they tore out of the parking lot, she followed them back to the club. They were waiting for her to get out of her jeep and then they followed her inside.
Hal, the bartender gaped at them.
Wiley and Jared had bruises on their faces and Jack was holding his belly. Jack and Jared made their limping, groaning way to the bar while Wiley motioned for her to go down the hall to the back of the club. Two other men fell in behind her but they were far enough behind her to not bother her much it seemed.
Wiley knocked on the door and when Deke called out, Wiley opened it and motioned for her to go inside.
Deke glanced up at his man and looked stunned to see the bruises on his face. “What the fuck happened to you?”
Wiley raised his eyebrow and motioned toward the woman standing next to
him.
Deke turned and appeared to be surprised to see her glaring back at him.
“You know, if you want someone’s attention, it behooves you to be polite about it. Instead of ordering your muscle men to fetch me, you could have asked nicely.”
~* * * *~
Deke was shocked. He couldn’t for the life of him find the words he wanted to blast her with. His men looked just as stunned as they gasped at her statement. “Do you have any idea who I am?” he finally growled.
She shrugged her shoulders. “Of course I know who you are. Do you think I’m stupid? You’re the great big boss man of the Satan’s Spawn, Deke Tory.”
Jack and Jared joined them and Deke could see both men were in pain. Jared was holding his stomach while Jack was holding an ice bag to his balls. He glanced over at the little slip of a girl and noted she didn’t seem to have any bruises on her at all.
Standing proud with her shoulders back and at all of five feet nothing, her red hair flowed down her back and her bright green eyes observed him carefully. Her arms were crossed over her ample chest and she couldn’t weigh more than a hundred and 10 soaking wet.
“Who the hell are you anyway?” he finally asked.
She shook her head. “My name isn’t important, my mission here is.”
“And what would that mission be?” Deke asked.