Warped (Dueling Devils Book 4)

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Dueling Devils M.C. book

 

Warped

 

Shyla Colt

 

 

 

 

Playlist

Centuries: Fallout Boy

Counting Stars: One Republic

Demons: Imagine Dragons

Sweet Nothings: Calvin Harris Ft. Florence Welch

Stay With Me: Sam Smith

Bottom of the River: Delta Rae

Love song: 311

Open your Eyes: Snow Patrol

 

 

 

 

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

This is a work of fiction. All
characters, places, businesses and incidents are from the author’s imagination,
or they are used fictitiously and are definitely fictionalized. Any trademarks
or pictures herein are not authorized by the trademark owners and do not in any
way mean the work is sponsored by or associated with the trademark owners.

No portion of this book
may be reproduced in any form (electronic or print) without permission from the
author. Please do not participate in piracy or violating the author’s rights.

Editor: Leanore Elliott

Cover
Artist:
Dreams2media

Photo by: The Reed Files

©Shyla
Colt, January 2015

 

 

 

 

 

Dedication

To
my amazing readers who give their incredible support, my family who puts up
with my late night writing sprints, especially the Mr. who shares me with the
bevy of characters who live in my head.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

T
affy
paused at the end of her living room and glanced up toward the entry.

Lefty
and Gia stood by the door, whispering to one another. The six-foot plus biker
had his large hand wrapped around Gia's waist. He stood at an angle.

The
couple made her sick. She rolled her eyes at the protective position.
Like
she needs protection from me.
Imaginary slivers of glass cut her from the
inside out. She has everything and I have lingering nightmares along with a
face not even a mother could love. Jealousy reared its ugly head.
Gia's done
well for herself in so many ways. It’s not her fault this happened to me. We
both knew the risks and took them.
The rational side of her brain
understood, but her heart. That traitorous organ had become twisted, black and irrevocably
damaged.

Being
used was nothing new. From the day she hit sixteen, when her virginity was auctioned
to the highest bidder, her body had become nothing more than a tool to keep her
fed and clothed. She could deal with that. It’d been another thing entirely to
be abused and beaten down so low mentally and physically, she never got a
chance to catch her breath. Life after she'd been caught trying to escape had
been hell on earth. Every day she woke, expecting to find herself trapped in a
ring of fire. Feeling like a voyeur, she cleared her throat.

Lefty
looked up at her and scowled.

I
don’t like you much either
. Mentally Taffy smirked.

Gia’s
face clouded over with a troubled look.

Her joy at her previous best friend’s
discomfort broke open the scabs she wore on the inside. She knew something was
wrong with her, but she didn’t know how to fix it. The best thing to do for
everyone was to stay away. “I think we’re all done here,” she stated. The
smallest piece of her that had survived screamed out in protest.
Don’t leave
me alone. Please help me.
Taffy drowned out the sorrowful pleas by wrapping
herself in the blankets of bitterness, anger and indifference.
I need to do
this on my own.
Gia has already done more than she should have. I will not
be a burden.

“Are
you sure you have everything you need?” Gia asked. Her eyes searched Taffy's
face.

Taffy
wondered what exactly she hoped to find. “This is more than I’ve had in a long
time.”

Gia
glanced down.

The
gesture made Taffy feel like an asshole. Every word from her mouth was a sharp
razor blade that slashed Gia, the only person who gave a damn about her.
The
sooner they leave, the better.

“If
you’re sure.” Gia held her gaze.

Taffy
remained silent.

“Okay.
If you need anything, you have my cell. Chase is the super, so to speak. She’ll
be checking in with you sometime today and giving you the run down. Mostly, my
girls live here, but there are some bikers. They’re all Dueling Devils, or
guests. They won’t come at you crazy.”

“Any
man who thinks he won’t get caught, will come at a woman, any way she’ll let
him.”

Gia’s
face fell like a cake in an oven. “Not everyone is like that—”

“Enough
of them are,” Taffy snapped.

“I
want you to feel safe, Taffy. I would never leave you somewhere you might be in
danger.”

Good
luck with that.
“No one can make me feel safe, Gia. That’s
long stripped from me. “

They
stared at each other in a stalemate. Gia wanted her to be someone who’d died
the night she escaped the island in order to survive. Taffy had buried all the
softness. Taffy glanced away first, conceding victory for the staring match.

“I’ll
be back later this week and we’ll see about getting you a job?”

“Yes,
please,” Taffy said. Being beholden to anyone made her feel antsy.

“Alright.
We’ll leave you in peace then.”

The
uncertainty in Gia’s voice did funny things to her stomach. She hadn’t felt
anything more than contempt, fear and numbness for so long. It was like submerging
a frostbitten limb into hot water. She shrank away from the foreign sensation
that burned her.

Lefty
guided Gia out of the apartment with a hand on the small of her back.

Seeing
the tattooed giant be so gentle perplexed her.
How can a dangerous outlaw be
so soft at the same time?

The
door closed behind them with a click.

Taffy
locked the door and silence echoed in the dwelling. She rested her head against
the cool metal as relief flooded through her body. This was her peace, solitude,
silence and only her company. She pushed away from the door and went to explore
her place. The one-bedroom was more than adequate for her needs. It came fully
furnished with a soft, dark grey couch that felt like suede, an accent chair
with grey and yellow flowers and a 34-inch TV that rested against the wall.

To
the left, a dining area held a circular walnut-stained wooden table for two and
a tiny but efficient kitchen with new appliances. The walls were a warm
off-white, and an inch long beige carpet was clean and soft looking. She toed
off her sneakers, beside the couch and walked the floor. The soft strands of
carpet gave under her feet. A short walk down the hallway led to a small
bathroom with a mid-sized tub, shower and sink. The light yellow walls reminded
her of sunshine and the white fabric in front of the clear shower curtain gave
it a homey feel.

She
closed her eyes, pulled back the rusty door on her supply of hope and let
herself dream.
This is a new start.
Long lost optimism rose inside her
like a bird with a freshly healed wing while flexing the still bruised
appendage.
Please let this work for me. It's my last chance.
If she
couldn’t get it together and they sent her packing, she had nothing and nowhere
to go. None of that matters.
Above all, I’m a survivor. I will do what I
have to as long as it keeps a roof over my head and enough space to finally
live.

Better
for her mental pep talk, she straightened and continued down the small hall to
her bedroom. The room was petite, yet held everything she needed. A queen-sized
bed with a flowery comforter and a white sham rested in the center of the room.
The ordinariness stole her breath. Everything she wanted sat in front of her, delivered
on a silver platter. A small white desk sat against the far wall and matched
the small dresser. Soon, her closet would be full of clothes of her choosing.
She ran her hands over the smooth wood of the dresser, dreaming of the day she
could count herself as independent.

A
deep breath brought fresh air into her lungs. There was no cloying incense,
perfume, or cologne. No walls opened up to reveal a playroom. She could still
smell the scent of leather and feel the sting of the flogger on her flesh. She
didn’t mind pain when it was meant for pleasure. The torture intent to break
her, killed most of her soul and a vast majority of that had been mental.

In
those moments where she wanted to lay down and die, she focused on thoughts of
Larissa happy and at peace to stay sane. At first, the escape had been
positive. The thought that her friend had escaped and was living a life free
without fear had been a circle of light in the darkness. Until—it wasn’t. When
the hope dried up and shriveled like rotting fruit, the happiness went sour and
turned into acidic bitterness. Guilt streaked through her. She’s the one who
put me in up here.

A
knock sounded at the door.

She
jumped. Tension made her shoulders tight. Her muscles gave a twinge of pain.
She walked to the door and peered out the peephole.

A
slender woman stood there. She had shoulder-length dark blonde hair that framed
a tan oval-shaped face with cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass and sky blue eyes
hardened by experience.

The
woman wore a look Taffy knew well. Keeping the chain on, she opened the door.
“Can I help you?”

“Are
you Taffy? I’m Chase.”

The
name clicked in her memory. “Of course.” She removed the chain and stepped
back. “Come on in.”

Chase
complied and shoved her hands into her black skinny jeans. “You settling in
okay?”

“Yeah,
the place is great.”

Chase
nodded. “It is. We’re lucky to stay here. Not every place here is so nice or
protected. I run a tight ship here. Someone gets out of line or comes at you
wrong, I want to know about it, so they can be taken care of.”

Her
voice sounded low and serious. It commanded respect and planted a seed of
belief. She looked like a woman who stood by her word.

“I
will.”

“Good.
Mostly, we don’t have too many problems. Not with the regulars. Sometimes, a
Nomad or a brother from another chapter comes in and we have to set him
straight.” Chase shrugged her shoulders. “It’s part of the life.”

“Life
in the fast lane.”

“You
get wise or get run the fuck over.”

Taffy
snickered. Chase reminded her of the girls back home. The older ones who’d been
around long enough to see how things flowed down the pipeline. They had a
sisterhood. No one could understand what they’d been through like each other.
Sometimes,
your sister having your back could be the difference between life and death.
The
thought pushed her to leave her comfort zone. “I get the feeling we learned
that lesson a long ass time ago.”

Chase
tilted her head back and studied her. “Yeah, I think we did. Are you going to
be around awhile?”

“No
other place to be,” Taffy admitted.

“You
got a gig yet?”

Taffy
shook her head. “I wish. I plan on looking later this week.”

“What
can you do?”

“Whatever’s
necessary,” Taffy said.

They
exchanged a look. A kinship sprang up between them.

“You
know, Demon called the other day looking for someone to work in the office at
the garage. The girl at the shop got into it with a guy she was dating and
split. Can you do office work?”

“I
can work a computer and learn the rest.”

“It’s
easy shit. Keeping track of appointments, running the cash register. If you
have sticky fingers, I’d advise against it. Demon doesn’t play about his money
or give second chances.”

“I’m
not a thief,” Taffy snapped.

Chase
held up her hands. “Don’t kill the messenger. I’m covering my ass. If I vouch
for you without asking this shit, I’d be putting my ass on the line with no
backup.”

Taffy
nodded. “I can do this.”

“Let
me talk to him and I’ll get back to you. I work there. It’d be nice to have
another girl who’s not a spaz with me.”

“You
work in the office?” Taffy said, shocked. The girl had a wild streak a mile
long. Picturing her in a buttoned-up suit with perfectly coifed hair did not
fly.

Chase
tilted back her head and laughed. “Hell no. Nine to five, answering phones and
dealing with people ain’t my style. I work on the bikes.”

Impressed,
Taffy studied her closer. Her average height, lanky build along with the cool
and collected manner must be a mirage. To survive in this world, doing what the
other men did, she must have a core of steel.

“My
old man taught me. He used to ride and I grew up in a place very similar to
this one. I came across them one day, and then just never left.”

“Why
leave your life?”

“Things
got bad and I got ghost.” She shrugged. “Home’s more than a set of coordinates.
So, I’ll go make that call and get back to you. You have anything to wear, if
he tells you to come in tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Hmm,
we might need to go shopping then,” she said more to herself than to Taffy.

She
watched her face as her eyes narrowed. She could practically see the wheels
turning in Chase’s head.

“I’ll
work it out. Give me like fifteen.” Chase turned around.

“Wait.”

She
paused and glanced over her shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Why
are you so nice to me?”

Chase's
eyes widened. “All I did was give you a shot. Everything after that is up to
you. This is the same agreement the Dueling Devils offered me once. I figured
I’d pass that along. Unless you object.”

“No.”

“Good,
I’d hate to find out I was already wrong about you.” She winked and strode to
the door with a confident strut that made her long legs seem endless. The red
tennis shoes she sported were a splash of color against the landscape of black
she wore from head to toe.

Part
of her wanted to think she’d found her a new friend, but she refused to be that
gullible.
Time will tell if Chase is friend or foe. For now, she’s a means
to an end. If I’m going to start this off right, I need a new identity….Symone.
I always loved that name.

 

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