Dancing with Satan

Chapter Six

I was awoken by a loud piercing scream which echoed throughout the clubhouse. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. That's how it worked around here.

I bolted upright, nerves boiling up in me. I cursed, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over me. That's why you don't sit up like your ass is on fire, idiot!

I stood up and grabbed a gun from the dresser which Ryder had left for me last night. Mine was still at my house and he was paranoid that something was going to happen to me. Honestly so was I.

I checked to make sure it was loaded, which it was, and I flicked the safety off.

Opening the door, I kept the gun down by my side. Confusion swept over me, however, when I heard the guys laughing and talking amongst themselves. I stepped into the main dining and entertainment area and scanned over everyone. The good news was that no one was dying. Thank god.

The attention was drawn to me as I flicked the safety back on, cursing lightly again. ''Who the fuck just screamed?'' I asked.

Ryder turned towards me, a large smirk on his face. ''That was just Liam giving it to a chick in the next room over.''

''I thought someone was getting killed, dammit!'' I muttered, shaking my head. It was disgusting to imagine one of your best friends having sex, not to mention being able to hear it. It really wasn't anything unusual around here though. I mean look around, the place was filled with hot, tattooed guys. Not that I'd admit it to them. I wasn't going to inflate their egos even more. They were cocky enough as it was.

I seemed to be the only one around here that could go longer than a week without sex and that was pretty scary considering the amount of men around here. They were lucky they hadn't knocked anyone up yet.

''You know, you look like you're under a lot of stress. I'd say you need to go get laid.'' Damien ran his fingers through his long, tangled hair and smiled at me.

''Oh shut up Damien. I don't need this right now! That scared the shit out of me! Not to mention that bitch woke me up. Do you know how pissed I get when I don't get enough sleep?'' I asked.

''Trust me, we do,'' Ryder muttered.

''Fuck, I need a drink already,'' I shoved the gun into the band of my jeans, the same ones I'd had on for days. It wasn't like I had a spare pair of clothes over here. ''Move,'' I told Ryder as I swiped his beer. I didn't care that it was barely 9 o'clock, I needed it.

''Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine,'' Liam interrupted as he stood in the doorway, shirtless and sweaty. Gross.

''Your skank woke me up,'' I downed part of the beer just as Ryder snatched it back from me. ''I'm not really up to talking to the man who caused that loud ass scream.''

A low chuckle erupted across the room. I flipped them off, grabbed an unopened beer and headed back into my room. I slammed the door hard no doubt.

I popped the cap off the beer and tossed the gun on the bed. I was more shaken up than usual and I had to get over it. I wasn't going to get taken away from these guys again, hopefully, so I needed to stop worrying about it and live my life.

All night I had been thinking about a certain brown haired, blue eyed, tattooed criminal. That could describe almost every guy in the club but I wasn't talking about any of them. No, I was talking about Jesse Miller. The cold blooded killer who could and would gut a man without any sort of regret or guilt.

Why was I thinking about him? I honestly couldn't say. I didn't even look at him with hate like I had the first three days I was captured, which was pretty messed up. I should hate him for taking me away from my family.