Dancing with Satan

Chapter Five

''So you got the money?'' I asked Jesse as he stood in front of me.

''Yep, all 20k,'' he said as he went back behind me and I felt the ropes fall from my wrists, freeing me.

''So you're saying I'm free now? I can go home?'' My legs were weak from sitting down for so long.

I was really curious as to how Ryder managed to get that kind of money in two days. I owed him and the rest of the guys big time.

''You're free to go. Pity, I was enjoying having you around,'' he admitted.

I scoffed, running my fingers through my medium length brown hair. ''Yeah, it was a real joy for me too. Having to stay tied up with two assholes watching my every move. Fun times,'' I said. There wasn't a hint of my somewhat playful attitude from the day before. I still wasn't sure where that had come from.

''Whatever. I'll drive you to the clubhouse,'' Jesse announced.

''Oh hell no! I've got two feet. I think I can manage.''

''Would you rather me tie you back up to that chair, or just get in the van and let me drop you off?'' Jesse raised his eyebrows, challenging me once again.

''Fine, fine! I'll go with you. I don't know why it matters to you so much, though. This shit is so messed up,'' I muttered under my breath.

''Tell me about it,'' he hissed.

I walked ahead of him out the door when suddenly I was grabbed and shoved roughly to the wall. I'm so tired of this shit. ''And where the hell do you think you're going?'' Steve's harsh voice asked. His bald head was gleaming.

''Steve, chill. I've got the money.''

I glared at him, pushing him off of me as I stormed past without giving him another glance. I rushed out the door and heard something along the line of 'sorry boss' from inside.

I stomped, like a five year old mind you, over to the van. I felt very dirty and in need of a good shower considering the fact I hadn't had one in what, five days? Not to mention, Steve's disgusting ass had been touching me. I felt like puking at the thought.

''Come on, sweetheart,'' I heard Jesse's footsteps from behind me as he walked around to the driver's side.

I climbed in, shaking my head over how bizarre all of this truly was.

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I had insisted that Jesse drop me off around the corner from the clubhouse because I really wasn't in the mood for a full out bloody war when the guys caught a glimpse of him. So in a way, I was saving his ass. However, I really should've let them take him on. He had no right to kidnap me and hold me hostage.

But that was over and done with now.

I stood on the curb, a sigh of relief escaping my lips as Jesse sped away from me. No more Steve. No more Jesse. No more fear, or so I hoped.

I'll admit that I liked Jesse's company, just slightly, but that was because he had been almost  gentle with me in the end. It still shocked the hell out of me when I compared that side of him to all of the stories I've heard about him gutting people alive.

My club wasn't innocent and I didn't want to make it seem like we were. The difference between Jesse and us is that we don't kill people for the hell of it. We always have a reason and I couldn't say the same for Jesse and his guys. At least not always.

I walked into the nearest gas station long enough to go to the bathroom and try to scrub off some of the dirt that caked my face and arms. I did a pretty decent job if I do say so myself.