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by Dahlen, K. J.

  Deke stared at her for a moment and had to wonder if this was the smart thing to do. She owed him for her actions but he knew the club could be hard for an outsider. She wasn’t used to being in a biker’s club and it wasn’t for everyone. There was also the backlash that would come from the old ladies about the beatings today. He shrugged. “Follow me and try not to get lost. I will chase your ass down.”

  Cassie glared at him. “You could try.” Reaching over, she turned the key and started her engine.

  When Deke pulled out of the parking lot, she followed him all the way to the outskirts of town and turning left, they traveled another couple of miles to a compound. There were several buildings behind a chain link and razor topped fence. Someone opened the front gate and she followed him inside. Turning the jeep off, she watched as a young man closed the gate behind them.

  Then she felt Deke beside her. He grabbed her suitcase and led her inside the main building.

  The inside was clean as she walked in. The floors were scrubbed and the walls were painted an off white color. To the left of the main doors was a huge kitchen and she could see several women standing there staring back at her.

  To the right of the doors were tables, sofas and chairs. Several rather large men sat around and they too were staring at her. In front of the doors on the opposite wall was a long bar with row after row of bottles of alcohol and a couple of beer kegs.

  Deke didn’t say a word as he walked down the hall to the back of the main floor. He opened a door and she walked in.

  It was a good sized room with a big bed and dresser. The walls had shelves filled with motorcycle parts and books. Off to the left was another door and when she opened it she could see a bathroom. There was a closet filled with men’s clothes.

  She turned to study Deke. “Whose room is this?”

  “It’s my room and you’ll be sleeping here.” He leaned against the door and waited for her to say something. He didn’t wait very long.

  “I will not be a whore. Not for you or anyone else.”

  “I remember something along those lines but I also remember telling you that you would become whatever I said you would be.” Deke crossed his arms over his wide chest. “You told me you would honor the option the club made for you. Or is your word no good here?”

  Cassie gritted her teeth. She’d always kept her promises. Her honor was all she had. “You’re nothing more than a bully and a bastard.”

  Deke nodded. “Yes I am, but I’m also so much more than that.” He held out his large hand. “I’ll let you get settled in. I’ll take the keys to your jeep now.”

  Cassie handed her keys over and moved over to the window. She didn’t want him to see the fear in her eyes as she suddenly realized what her life had become. She heard the door close behind him and the snap of the lock as the tumblers turned. She took the blanket off the bed and went to the far corner of the room. Putting the blanket around her shoulders, she sat down on the floor and brought her knees to her chest. Remembering the past, she felt the heat leave her body and soon, she was shivering from the coldness that came from her memories.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Deke made his way out to the main room and walked over to the bar. He nodded to the man behind it and accepted the glass of whiskey he was given. He was joined shortly by one of the women from the kitchen.

  It was Wiley’s old lady, Connie. “They brought Wiley home in the van. Someone beat the shit out of him and I want to know who did it.”

  Deke turned and stared at her. “What did Wiley tell you?”

  “Wiley has busted balls, a broken nose and a bruise on his jaw.” She seethed. “He told me some bitch tore him up but I don’t believe that for a minute. No woman could do all that to someone his size.”

  Deke raised his glass to his lips. Taking a good swig, he let the liquor burn his throat and then he answered, “I didn’t think so either, but it happened. I was there when she did it.”

  Connie stared at him in shock. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  Deke shook his head. The clubhouse was filling up and everyone was taking note of their conversation. Deke looked around at everyone and said, “I strongly suggest you all keep your distance from the woman that just came in here. Cassie will protect herself and she won’t care if you’re female or male. She will take you down. She hates to be touched as Wiley, Jack and Jared found out earlier. I suggest for at least the time being, you all give her plenty of space.”

  “I’ll give her the back of my hand.” Connie growled.

  “Connie, don’t do it. I’d hate to see your pretty face all bruised up,” Deke told her.

  “She really took down three of us?” Killian asked in a hushed voice from behind the bar.

  He nodded. “For now, don’t push her and for god’s sake, don’t touch her. It sets her off.”

  The main doors opened and Deke watched as Gator came inside. He then followed his VP down the hall and into his office. Closing the door behind them, Deke poured them both another drink. Looking at his second in charge he asked, “Well, what did you find out?”

  Gator slammed the drink down and reached for the bottle. “Peaches told me very little. She said her name was Cassie and that they had gone through the foster system together. She said they both were ten years old when some bastard tried to rape her. Peaches that is, not Cassie. Cassie killed the man and they ran away together. They survived because of Cassie. They grew up on the streets and it wasn’t easy. Cassie always promised to keep Peaches safe and until three months ago, she had.”

  Deke stared off into space for a moment then asked, “What happened three months ago?”

  Gator snorted then poured himself and Deke another shot. “Some lowlife snatched Peaches off the street. He took her to a whorehouse and sold her to Big Jimmy. Big Jimmy used her until she got injured, then threw her out into the street. She heard about the dancehall and when she got better, she came looking for a job.”

  “What was wrong with her?” Deke asked.

  “Some lowlife stabbed her when he was fucking her. She said she thought she was gonna die. Big Jimmy just dumped her along the highway. The next morning, she was found and taken to the hospital. She wouldn’t tell them her name or what happened to her. When they patched her up, Peaches said she took off. She managed to find a place to hide until she was well enough to come here.”

  “What about Cassie? Did she say any more about her?”

  Gator shook his head. “She said she wouldn’t talk about her to anyone. She said if you want to know, you’ll have to ask Cassie.”

  “Put a couple of guys on Peaches. I don’t want anything to happen to her. If Big Jimmy knows where she’s at, he might come looking for her.”

  Gator nodded. “What are you gonna do with the little Spitfire?”

  Deke paused at the moniker Gator used for the puzzling woman he left in his room, then he shook his head. “I haven’t made up my mind yet on that one. For now, I’ve warned everyone to steer clear of her. “

  Gator grinned. “Yeah, I heard she can be a hellcat.”

  Deke laughed. “You have no idea.” He shook his head. “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believe it. She took Wiley down the hard way…in about three seconds flat.”

  “Yeah, Peaches did mention Cassie don’t like to be touched.”

  “She did warn him. Once at the motel and once in my office. I just never thought for a moment, she would do it with all of us standing there.”

  “I also hear she’s got a mouth on her that won’t quit.” Gator kept grinning at his friend.

  Deke stared at him for a moment then asked, “How many men do you know that would call me a jackass and live to tell about it?” He rubbed the side of his face remembering the slap she’d given him earlier.

  Gator kept grinning as he poured them another drink raised his glass and silently saluted the woman down the hall.

  Spawn & Spitfire

  Satan’s Spawn MC Series
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  Description….

  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?

  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?”

  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.

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  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.”