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  Satan’s Devils MC - San Diego Chapter #4

  Contents

  Production Acknowledgments

  Cast of Characters

  Satan’s Devils

  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

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Other Works by Manda Mellett

  Acknowledgments & Author’s Note

  Stay in Touch

  About the Author

  Copyright

  Published 2021 by Trish Haill Associates

  Copyright © Manda Mellett

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book reviews.

  www.mandamellett.com

  Disclaimer

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Warning

  This book is dark in places and contains content of a sexual, abusive and violent nature. It may not be suitable for persons under the age of 18.

  Production Acknowledgments

  Cover Design by Wicked Smart Designs

  Edited and formatted by Maggie Kern @ Ms.K Edits

  Proof reading by Darlene Tallman

  Photographer: Golden Czermak of Furious Fotog

  Model: Curtis Presley

  Cast of Characters

  San Diego Chapter

  Officers

  Lost – President

  Dart – Vice President

  Grumbler – Sergeant-at-Arms

  Salem – Enforcer

  Scribe – Secretary

  Bones – Treasurer

  Blaze – Road Captain

  Hard Token – Computer Expert

  Patched Members

  Brakes

  Deuce

  Dusty

  Keeper

  Kink

  Niran

  Pennywise

  Reboot

  Snips

  Prospects

  Connor

  Curtis

  Wrangler

  Old Lady’s and Children

  Alex (Dart’s): Tyler, Isla

  Patty (Lost’s): Beth, Connor

  Mary (Grumbler’s): Alicia

  Club Girls

  Cindy

  Eva

  Pearl

  Tits

  Members Out Bad

  Bastard

  Crow

  DJ

  Rattler

  Tinder

  Deceased Members

  Bird (ex-Prez)

  Gator

  Kid (Prospect)

  Poke (ex-SAA) Dispatched to Satan

  Shark

  Smoker

  Snake (ex-Prez) Dispatched to Satan

  Arizona Chapter

  Officers

  Drummer – President

  Wraith – Vice President

  Peg – Sergeant-at-Arms

  Blaze – Enforcer

  Joker – Road Captain

  Patched Members

  Bullet

  Lady

  Rock

  Slick

  Viper

  Colorado Chapter

  Officers

  Demon – President

  Beef – Vice President

  Thunder – Sergeant-at-Arms

  Mace – Enforcer

  Sparky – Road Captain

  Patched Members

  Buzzard

  Ink

  Pyro

  Las Vegas Chapter

  Officers

  Red – President

  Crash – Vice President

  Indian – Sergeant-at-Arms

  Twister – Enforcer

  Shadow – Road Captain

  Keys – Computer Expert

  Patched Members

  Hammer

  Rope

  Sarge

  Utah Chapter

  Officers

  Snatcher – President

  Thor – Vice President

  Preacher – Sergeant-at-Arms

  Swift – Enforcer

  Rascal – Treasurer

  Road – Road Captain

  Stormy – Computer Expert

  Patched Members

  Bolt

  Cowboy

  Duty

  Gears

  Goofy

  Grinch

  Honor

  Mystic

  Piston

  Prospects

  Igor

  Brute

  Chapter One

  Niran

  I don’t have to ask the identity of the man who’s calling the shots, there’s only one person who’d burst into Saffie’s apartment and talk to her using his fists. The infamous Duke.

  Time seems to freeze as the man called Slit holds a gun to my head and my mind fills with rapid-fire questions.

  How the fuck did he find her? Why didn’t I know he was close? Why had all the warnings we’d put in place failed?

  Instead of my life, it’s the last few minutes that flash before my eyes. Kid entering, all light-hearted and smiling, carrying those pizza boxes that now lie ruined on the floor next to his dead body.

  Kid, the young man with so many hopes and dreams, and yet who’d been given no time to achieve them. I hadn’t been quick enough. If I’d been faster, nimbler, maybe I could have got the drop on them, but my fuckin’ leg had given way, sending me crashing to my knees. Vulnerable, Slit had been able to overpower me. Some fuckin’ saviour I am. I can’t even protect the woman I vowed to, nor the prospect who’d barely begun to live his life. The only mercy was his death had been quick, and I doubt Kid had time to consider his impending doom.

  Now I’m staring at the wrong end of a gun, seething at the senseless killing of the prospect while Duke uses his fists on Saffie. I can barely contain my rage, but control it I have to if there’s to be any chance of helping her now. A clear head is required to come up with a plan, though it’s a long shot to find anything that might work. The one aim I have left in life is to fulfil my promise of bringing every man present as painful a death as I can make it.

  But the gun to my head suggests getting my vengeance may require me crawling up out of hell. So be it. I’ll be bringing the Devil back with me. One thing’s for certain, they are not going to escape what’s coming to them. I’ll fucking haunt them for the rest of their miserable lives.

  Closing my eyes momentarily, I apologise to Kid for pu
tting him in this situation, and then reopen them, knowing I’m going to put on the performance of my life, and that I’ve got to sound convincing. I’m no use to Duke, it’s Saffie he’s come for, and once he takes her, her life isn’t going to be worth living.

  They’ve already killed Kid without blinking an eye, not even bothering to ask his name. I’m facing the same sentence unless I come up with something fast. I can’t afford to die, can’t lose my chance to make Duke pay for all the times he’s hurt her, both then and now. Every blow, every punch, every kick, every pain he ever caused her will be paid back with the type of interest that would make any loan shark blink.

  He’ll wish he was dead long before I end him.

  But I’ve got to get on his right side first, and even then, there’s a high risk my plan won’t work.

  When Saffie’s curled up in a ball of pain, he loses interest in her, and now turns his attention my way.

  “Who the fuck are you?” he asks me directly. “Why are you with my ol’ lady? You fuckin’ her? Oh fuck it, I don’t even care.” He nods at the man holding the gun to my head. “Just kill the fuckin’ nigger. I don’t want him breathing the same air.”

  I hear the gun cocking and know I have a split second for him to change his mind. “Hold up,” I speak fast. “Let’s not be hasty here. I’m the reason you found her.”

  From her position on the floor, Saffie, horrified, stares at me. I force my eyes away from the horror and betrayal in hers as I take the calculated gamble that someone’s either been feeding him information, or could have dropped clues for Grit to find—the man who Duke seems to look to for information.

  At least I’ve got his attention. Duke holds up his hand, indicating a stay of execution, but I don’t get elated. There’s no guarantee anything will work. At his raised eyebrow, I give him more, starting by answering his questions.

  “The name’s Niran. I ride with the Satan’s Devils MC.”

  He eyes me suspiciously. “Where’s your fuckin’ cut?”

  I nod to the back of the door where I’d automatically hung it when I’d walked in. Saffie’s triggered by that piece of leather, so I’d taken it off to help her see me as just a man. Now Duke walks over and examines it.

  “Satan’s Devils wouldn’t help the Crazy Wolves,” he murmurs, half to himself, but loud enough for me to hear.

  I treat it as a question that needs answering. “Maybe not,” I agree. “But I would. The Devils are a fuckin’ pansy club. I should never have joined them.” Sneering, I add, “They don’t deserve to wear the one-percenter patch. Fuckin’ club’s all about legit business.”

  “And you want easy money?” Duke doesn’t sound impressed.

  “I want an interesting fuckin’ life. One where I can act like a fuckin’ man.”

  Duke snorts. “I don’t believe you. It wasn’t you I got my information from, was it, Grit?”

  The man named Grit, who up to now has done and said nothing, shakes his head. “Nah, VP. It was a bitch.”

  A bitch. With those two words, he’s given me more information than I could have hoped for. Duke didn’t stumble across Saffie by accident, and not through any efforts of his own or faults of hers. Betrayal burns in my gut, as the gender limits who the traitor could be. It’s either the woman who wants me as her old man, or the woman that’s supposed to be on my side. My own fucking sister. I discount the sweet butts who wouldn’t dare cross the Devils.

  Susie or Cyn. Whichever it is, they’re dead. Fuck, I hope it wasn’t Cyn. The knowledge that it could be threatens to send me off track, when having my head firmly in the game is the only thing that might save me. Garnering all the acting skills I possess, I huff, which isn’t easy with Slit still weighing me down, and roll my eyes.

  “And where do you think she was getting her information from? Don’t know about your club, but women in ours don’t get to know club business.”

  I think Slit wants to shut me up. I sense a taste for bloodlust coming from him as he leans onto my neck, making me choke and struggle for breath. Even in my fight to survive, I feel, as much as see, Saffie’s dismayed eyes burning into me. But I keep all emotion from my face. It’s best if she believes me. Only half an hour ago I’d been devastated to learn she trusted me so little, but hopefully that mistrust I’d tried so hard to assuage will play into my hands now.

  While Duke’s processing my words, I try to come to terms that if I die today, the fault lies at only one of two people’s hands. Out of the two, I’d put money on it being the bitch who all but raped me. Cyn? Nah, I can’t believe it was her. Or maybe I just don’t want to.

  Sparing one glance at Saffie, my gut clenches as I see the look of hatred on her face. Unable to give her any support or compassion, I turn my attention to the man she’s still, unfortunately, married to.

  Duke is looking at Grit—the man who I knew by hearing his name was the Wolves’ equivalent of Token—their computer and information expert. Grit, who’s standing casually with his hands in his pockets, shrugs, not giving a confirmation or denial.

  “You want me to believe it was you?” Duke shakes his head, but his pause suggests he’s giving me the chance to prove it.

  Taking the gamble that, even if it was Cyn, she hadn’t mentioned me being her brother, I snort. “How the fuck else did the bitch get all the information? The woman gags for my cock. Getting her to do what I wanted was too fuckin’ easy.” I wince again at Saffie’s blatant look of disgust tinged with disappointment, but I can’t offer her solace. Me having a chance to save her depends on getting on Duke’s right side, even if it means I land on the worst side of hers.

  I’m right to allude to Susie as a bitch. Duke grins as though I’m speaking his language. “Yeah. Most women will do anything for a good dicking.” He pauses and kicks out at Saffie again, and again I have to suppress my wince and ire. “Most,” he emphasises with a twisted expression.

  Mentally apologising to Saffie, I press my case. “Your ol’ lady ran away. Fuckin’ obvious you’d want her back. Heard her fuckin’ sob story, and knew the Crazy Wolves were a club to whom I could relate. I kinda hoped you’d return a favour for a favour.”

  “You want money?” Duke raises his eyebrow.

  “Nah.” Money would do fuck all to help Saffie. The only way I’ll have a chance of looking out for her is to get them to take me with her. “The Wolves sound a lot more to my liking than the fuckin’ Devils I currently ride with.”

  “You want in on my club?” Duke’s eyes widen, while the man pinning me down snorts. Their computer guy covers his mouth and chuckles, while the man who so remorselessly killed Kid laughs loudly, earning him a rebuke. “Shut it, Croak.”

  Glancing down at Saffie, obviously seeing she’s in pain and immobile, Duke seats himself on the couch, spreading out his arms over the back. He regards me carefully.

  “You fucked my ol’ lady?”

  “Fuck a bitch who’s carrying another man’s baby?” I widen my eyes deliberately. “Not fuckin’ likely. That’s not my kink.”

  His eyes narrow, as if my words haven’t satisfied him, and says deceptively calmly, “So you encouraged her to get rid of my kid?” Damn, I didn’t realise my words could have had a different meaning.

  I inject shock into my voice. “For fuck’s sake, man. Kill a man’s baby? That’s all fucked up. I tried to fuckin’ stop her, but the club got me doing shit and I got there too late. Can’t fuckin’ trust bitches.” I sneer at Saffie. One half of me focuses on this important conversation—one wrong word could end my life—while the other wonders how he seems to know everything. I decide to stick as closely as I can to the truth. “I got to the hospital as fast as I could when our guy got the information she was booked in for the procedure. Only,” I grimace, “I wasn’t in time. That’s fuckin’ shit, Brother. A man should have a say in his kid’s future.”

  “You don’t call me brother,” Duke snarls, his face blazing with rage. I file away that information. Then, as fast as the storm arrived,
it recedes. “You’re right. That was my kid in her belly, and she fuckin’ killed it.”

  “Hospital records show it had anencephaly,” the guy with the info reminds him, letting me have some answer at least. Duke’s had access to her medical history.

  “But he still might have been born alive, Grit.” Duke’s hands clench together. “He might have survived on fuckin’ life support or something.”

  As Saffie gasps, I try to piece it together. Why should a living child be so important? I don’t take Duke for the caring sort and proposing to keep the baby alive hooked up to machines is absolutely sick when there’s no hope for a positive outcome.

  “I tried, man. I tried.” I impress my supposed efforts on him, shaking my head, hopefully sadly.

  “You failed!” Duke throws at me in a burst of rage. Then his expression becomes calculating. “Why didn’t you get news to me sooner? It’s been a month since the operation.”

  Damn this is hard. Still pinned, I try to give a dismissive shrug. “I’m just a member. I get told shit. Only the officers know deets. I knew she was property, she told me herself, but she wouldn’t say anything about your club. I’m a fighter, I don’t use no keyboard. It took time to learn you ride with the Crazy Wolves. When I did, I got the info to you as fast as I could. I’m just sorry, man, that it wasn’t earlier.”