by Colbie Kay
FATE’S FALLING
Satan Sinners MC Book 8
COLBIE KAY
Copyright © 2019 by Colbie Kay
FATE’S FALLING
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CONTENTS
1. Rowan
2. Bam Bam
3. Rowan
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5. Rowan
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7. Rowan
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11. Rowan
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21. Rowan
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Colbie Kay
TO MY READERS.
WINTER 2009
"Go, Cats, Go!" We lift our pom-poms into the air as we cheer for our basketball team. They're winning by a landslide, and the smile hasn't left my face since talking to Jenson before the game.
I've always had a crush on him, but he's my brother Tyler's best friend, and I’m the annoying little sister. Until now, hopefully. As I've grown up, my innocent crush has evolved into full-fledged wanting. Some might say it’s nothing more than puppy dog love, but that’s not it at all. I love him, and I have for years. I just hope he feels the same. One way or another, I’m getting my answer tonight after the game.
I’ve always noticed every little glance he sends my way, and his protective gaze when another boy at school is talking to me. I notice every “accidental” bump to my shoulder, and the way his eyes search mine. The way he stares at my lips as if he wants so badly to move in and consume them always sends shivers down my spine. I gawk at him the same way, but neither of us has made a move. I’ve always been too scared to do anything until now. I’m taking the leap, and while the thought of rejection from the only boy I’ve ever liked terrifies me, I need to know if this is just me fantasizing or if he really does have feelings for me.
I should be cheering for Tyler, but it’s Jenson that has my attention as he runs down the court, waiting for Tyler to pass him the basketball. Finally, he does, and Jenson shoots the ball, sending it into the net for a three-pointer. The crowd goes wild, the other cheerleaders and I jump up and down, and the team gathers as they take the win.
Jenson runs over to me, lifting me into his arms and spinning me around while both of us laugh.
"Congratulations!" I hug him tightly as he sets me back on my feet.
His perfect white smile is infectious. "Thanks, Ro. I'm gonna hit the showers. You gonna be ready when I'm done?"
"Yeah," I shout as he rushes off to join his teammates as my heart pounds a little faster. I glance around me only to realize I’m bouncing on my feet, and my smile is so wide, it’s making my cheeks hurt. I probably look like a crazy person.
When we talked before the game, we finally made plans to hang out, just me and him. Everyone else is going to the party at Cindy Hanigan’s house. I’m still in shock that he agreed to do something with me, and yet, the fact he ran up to me after the buzzer, solidifies everything, and it seems that much more real. I’ve waited for this moment a long time.
I run to catch up with the rest of the cheerleaders as they make their way out of the gym and into the girls’ locker room. Cindy steps over to my locker as I’m pulling my gym bag out. “Rowan, you coming to the party?” I dart my eyes upward briefly shove my pom-poms into my bag. Cindy’s staring at me, expecting a response.
“Oh, no, sorry. I have plans.” I reach into my locker and remove my coat. She’s still staring at me. “What?”
She blinks a few times. “Ro, this is going to be the party of the year! You’re cheerleading captain. You can’t miss my party!” Her tone is shrill as she begins to whine. I almost wanna roll my eyes in annoyance.
Grabbing my bag, I throw it over my shoulder. “Sorry, Cindy, I’ll be at your next amazing party, but I gotta miss this one.” I yell, “Bye,” to the rest of the girls and walk out of the locker room.
The boys’ locker room is right next to ours, and I lean against the wall while waiting for Jenson. My gaze travels and narrows on Patty St. Clair who is also waiting and, GAH, I can't stand her. She's the school slut and everyone knows it. I hate the way she struts around with barely any clothes on, and all the boys practically drool over her like a bunch of horny dogs. Not Jenson though. I’ve never even seen him give her a second glance.
The door opens, and the guys start piling out. Jenson is close behind Tyler. They give that stupid secret handshake of theirs, grinning like fools as they say something to each other before my brother glides away. I stand up straighter, but my smile quickly fades when I watch Patty St. Clair grab Jenson’s arm. He hasn’t seen me yet, but instead of looking for me, he spins and cages her in against the wall. All I can do is stand here pathetically watching while my heart falls into my stomach. She grabs his shirt and pulls him closer, he whispers in her ear, and her smile widens. Putting his arm around her shoulders, they stroll in my direction. Never mind, I guess he has given her a second glance. Was I always too caught up in my infatuation that I missed some vital clue? I grit my teeth together to keep my mouth closed instead of allowing it to drop open.
Jenson’s eyes land on me. "Oh hey, Ro, something came up. We'll hang out tomorrow night."
Instead of letting him see how truly hurt I am, I plaster on a fake smile. "Yeah, sure." I nonchalantly shrug my shoulder like it’s no big deal, but this is a huge deal. I can’t believe this! How could he break off plans with me to go out with her?
They step past me as I hold in my tears and glance around the empty hall. I run to my car, jumping into the driver’s seat before the first tear trails down my cheek. Was it simply wishful thinking on my part? Does he really not like me? I'm so pathetic!
Starting my car, I race out of the school parking lot and head for my house. Maybe I can drown my hurt in a gallon of ice cream.
I don’t make it more than ten minutes from the high school when suddenly, there�
��s a loud pop while I’m driving, and my car begins to shake. "Shit!" Pulling onto the side of the road, I turn my hazards on. Can my night get any worse? Slamming the driver's side door closed, I stomp to the trunk and grab my jack and tire iron, then I get on the ground so I can get the jack situated. I may be the captain of my cheerleading squad, but my daddy taught me all I needed to know about cars. This sucks so bad! My knees are digging into the tiny pieces of gravel and it hurts, and to make matter worse, it’s freezing out here.
Car lights blind me as I sit up after the jack is in position. Holding my hand out, I try to shield my eyes from the brightness in order to see who is approaching. Their footsteps crunch against the pebbles of gravel.
"Rowan?"
"Oh, hey!" I stand and face the man, feeling safer with him here on this desolate street.
"You have a flat tire?" He questions, studying at the back driver’s side tire.
Standing, I dust my hands off. "Yes, sir, I was about ready to put my spare on."
"Why don't you let me help you? Go sit in my car and warm up. It’s too cold out here.” He points to my bare legs. “From the look of your knees, it wasn’t comfortable down there on the ground either." His smile is kind and comforting, and he’s right, it wasn’t comfortable. My knees are hurting.
I peer down to wipe them, noticing the trickle of blood running down my shin. "Thank you." I jog to his car and open the passenger side door. Sliding into the seat, I close the door and savor the heat that blows from his vents. It’s freezing since it’s January, plus we’ve had a terrible winter so far. It also doesn’t help that I’m still wearing my cheer uniform, which does nothing to keep me warm. I reach into my jacket pocket to pull my phone out, but it’s not there. Damn it! It must have fallen out when I was bent over.
Movement catches my eye, and my brows pull down when he begins to walk back to his car. I glance at my tire and find he hasn’t changed it. Why is he coming back to the car? He climbs into the driver's side and shuts the door.
"What are you doing?" An uneasy feeling begins to take root deep inside of me. Something’s not right.
His eyes lock with my wide ones. "We're going for a little ride." His tone has changed. It’s not nice now. It’s creepy, sending chills up my spine.
"I don't want to go for a ride." I try to open the door, but it's locked. I search for the unlock button, but I can’t find one. "Let me out!" I scream and slap his arm away when he tried to grab mine.
His hand grips my ponytail hard, and I scream once again, but this time it’s from the pain his grip on my hair is causing. He slams my head into the dashboard; my sight fades to black.
I start to come to and scan the area around me. I have no idea where I am, but I’m still in the car. Looking out the windshield, I notice a black van parked in front with men standing outside talking. They begin to walk toward the car, and my heart beats faster. What is going on? One of the men opens my door, and I kick to keep him back, but it doesn’t work. He grabs my ankles and pulls me out of the car. Another man grabs ahold of my arms, and together, they carry me in the direction of the van. I scream, twisting my body in an effort to break free. They throw me into the back of the van, and it’s pitch black. I don’t even notice the other person who is inside until their hand is moving toward my face with a towel in their grasp. They cover my mouth, and I breathe in something almost sweet smelling that forces me to lose consciousness.
My eyes slowly begin to open, I sit up a little too quickly. My head pounds, and I have to hold it with my hands, digging my fingers into my forehead. "Ah," I groan. Pulling my hand away, I see blood coating my palm. "What happened?" I try to remember, but it hurts too much and my mind is too fuzzy.
Looking around, I don't recognize anything. "How did I get here?" I’m in what appears to be a basement of some kind. The walls and floor are cement, adding to the dankness of the space. I’m sitting on a small cot with a thin mattress and an equally thin blanket.
"They brought you in a little while ago." My head darts in the direction of the female voice. Two girls. I'd guess one to be around my age and the other a few years younger. A glow casts off of them from an outside light source. Looking around, I notice the small window with metal bars. It’s daylight. My head throbs again as I stare at the sunlight.
My attention drifts back to the girls who are huddled together on a similar cot to mine. "Who are ‘they’? Where are we? Who are you? How did I get here?" The questions spew from my mouth.
The older one with chestnut hair and doe eyes speaks, "The men. We don't know where we are either, but we've been here a couple of years already. I'm Haven, and this is my sister Chapel."
I keep searching for a way out, any escape. "I'm Rowan."
"Rowan." The younger one with auburn hair and almond eyes, Chapel, lets my name roll off her tongue.
I stand too quickly causing another burst of pain to shoot through my skull, and I have to wait a moment before staggering toward the wall. "We have to get out of here! I have to go home." I pace while checking for any form of escape, but I don’t see any.
Haven confirms my worst fear. "There's no way out. We've tried. You're stuck here now just like we are. The best you can hope for is that he wants to keep you."
I stop my footfalls and turn, bringing my worried gaze to hers. "What does that mean?"
"If he doesn't want to keep you, you go somewhere else. We don't know where, but the others never return."
"I can't stay here." A tear trails down my cheek, and I angrily wipe it away. “I’ll find a way out.”
The loud song blares from my phone as it buzzes on my nightstand waking me up. Grabbing it, I see Tyler's name on the front screen, and when I flip it open, the time says it's one in the morning. What the hell is he calling this late for? "This better be good, dude."
"Have you seen Rowan?" He sounds worried, and the words come across almost frantic.
I sit up straighter in my bed. My own concern setting in. "No, I ditched her and went with Patty. She isn't home?"
"No, man. We're worried. We've been calling all her friends, but no one’s seen her. I know I sent Patty your way, but I wasn't sure if you went ahead and had gone with Rowan."
I quickly jump up from my bed and turn my light on so I can start to get dressed. "I'll be over in a few. I'm getting dressed."
"You don't have to come."
"Yeah, I do." I hang up and rush to get some clothes on. I grab my keys off my nightstand and throw my bedroom door open. Rushing over to my parents’ room, I open their door. "Mom.” She doesn’t answer so I say her name a little louder. “Mom."
"What? What's wrong?" Her voice is groggy from being woken up.
"I'm going to Ty's."
She peeks at the clock on her nightstand. "It's one in the morning, you can go when it’s daylight."
Ignoring the fact she basically told me no, I give her the only piece of information I have, "Rowan's missing. I gotta go, Mom."
She asks, "Wait! What?"
But I’m already closing her door. I shout loud enough for her to hear me, "I'll update you when I have more information."
I waste no more time as I run through my house and out to my car. Racing through the quiet streets, I pull up in front of Tyler's house within ten minutes. I jog to his porch and don't even bother with knocking. Stepping inside, I find Dan, Tyler and Rowan’s dad, pacing the front room, their mom is sitting on the couch crying, and Tyler is leaning against the wall.
“Did you find her?” I blurt terrified that I already know the answer.
Tyler shuffles over to me. "The police are on their way to do a missing person’s report."
"God damn it!" I run my hand over my face. “Why didn't I just go with her?” I ask the question more to myself, but I glance at Tyler. He turns away from me, and that alone makes me believe he feels guilty as well. Not surprising since he’s the reason I wasn’t with Rowan tonight. If he wouldn’t have shoved Patty my way, none of this shit would be happening.
He always knew that I wanted to date his sister. When he overheard us talking and making plans, he caught me in the locker room after the game. He told me that if I went with Rowan, I’d lose him as a friend. He said Patty would be waiting for me. Ultimately, it was my decision, and I made the wrong choice. He may be my best friend and has been since elementary school, but I shouldn’t have done Rowan like I did. If I would have gone with her, she wouldn't be missing now. This is as much my fault as it is his.
Two officers come inside joining us in the front room. They take all the information Dan and Tracy give them, writing down every detail, and Tracy passes them a picture of Rowan. Tyler tells them the last time we saw her was after the game, and I explain what she was wearing. They ask if there was any possibility she would run away, and Dan states that she would absolutely not do such a thing. After relaying they will inform us if they get any information, they leave.
The hands on the clock keep ticking by while we wait to hear any news about Rowan. Exhaustion has set in, but there’s no way any of us will be able to sleep until they’ve found her. I’ve lost track of how times each of us have checked the home phone and our cell phones to make certain they’re working. It’s frustrating just sitting here waiting not doing a damn thing. I want to go out and look for her, but the police say the best thing for us to do is stay put in case she comes home. A sinking feeling grows heavier and heavier as time goes by.
Finally, a few hours later, there’s a knock on the door. Dan goes to answer it with all of us hot on his heels. An officer is standing on the porch with a solemn expression. "May I come in?" Dread engulfs me as the worst comes to my mind. My pulse pounds in my ears and my heart beats hard against my chest.
Dan holds the door open wider for the officer to enter. All of us are silently waiting to hear what he has to say. I keep trying to breathe, but it feels as if my lungs are being deprived of oxygen.
"Mr. and Mrs. Burris, I’m Detective Dinch. We found your daughter's car. It appears as if she was about to change her tire. Her cell phone was laying on the ground. Her car and phone are currently being inspected to see if we can find any leads as to what happened."