Devils Rebels (MC)

1 - The Dare

*The Picture above is Nyx*

I knew I was screwed. It was one hundred percent obvious - here I was, on my 21st birthday, being dared to go into the biker gangs bar for a drink.

Bikes lined both sides of the bar, rock music blaring through the entrance and two devilishly handsome but at the same time terrifying guys on either side of it.

"Well shit" I mutter as I turn and look over at Erica, arms all crossed and an impatient look plastered over her face. She stood only 5'2'' with shoulder length platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes wearing a skin tight, mid-thigh length, Backless leopard lace up bodycon dress with black stiletto heels.

Erica snorted and rolled her eyes - pretty typical with her now-a-days after her massive breakup.

"Quit being such a damn pussy and just go the fuck in there. Jesus, its not that hard."

I scowled, "If it's so easy to just waltz on in there why don't you go first? I'm sure that all those bigass burly bikers would just love to get their hands all over you." I placed my hands on my hips tapping my foot on the ground waiting for a response.

Erica rolled her eyes again and sighed, "Because we've been over this Nyx! You look like their kinda girl! You look the fucking part of a biker chick and you even have your own fucking bike! You have jet black hair, hourglass figure aka big tits and a big ass with a tiny as hell waist - not to mention to take it up a notch you have blue and gray eyes. You won't stick out like a sore thumb in there like I would! Now quit your bitching and just go be with your people dammit!"

I glared at her and shook my head crossing my arms before sighing, "You're really not going to let this shit go until I go in there are you? Is this why you told me to wear all of this?" I huffed as I gesture to my attire. She had me dress in skin tight leather pants, a low cut black tank top with a leather jacket riding jacket that had been dug from the depths of my closet she nicknamed the abyss and my riding boots.

She shrugs and forms her thin lips into a mischievous smile, "Maaaybe. Now shut the fuck up and go. I'll wait over here by this little shotty cafe. Don't forget to snap a pic of whatever handsome Devils Rebel wants to snatch you up!" She giggles.

I groan and shake my head, "If I die I'm gonna haunt your sorry ass!" I growled as I turned and headed for the stupid bar.

As I approached the bar's entrance the guy on my left stepped in front of me, amusement on his face as he eyed my cleavage, "Where do you think you're going Sugar? Ya look a little too young and fragile to be heading into a place like this." I snorted and glared up at him.

He had to be about 6' - he had dark troubled brown eyes, long brown hair tied back into a loose ponytail and a full grown (shocking well kept) beard. He had on blue jeans, black v-neck and his Club riding jacket on. This man could snap me in two if I wasn't careful.

"I'm 21 dick and last I checked this bar was open to the public. I aint seeing any signs tellin' me that I ain't allowed here." I crossed my arms challenging him knowing it was probably a very very bad idea.

Burly God number one glanced at Burly God number two and chuckled, stepping aside and waving his arm towards the door, "Alright Sugar suit yourself. Just know I warned ya. Ain't no gentlemen in there - only filthy perverted beasts."

I rolled my eyes and snorted, "Yeah okay bud. Cuz it's not like I ever heard that shit or seen it before." I stepped inside and just as I was about to head to the bar a bottle came whizzing past my head. I stopped and frowned looking at where it had originated.

A woman, looking like she was as shit faced as one could ever be, glared directly in my direction.

I raised an eyebrow and held my arms out, "What the fuck did I do woman?" I yelled at her. Of course the moment the words escape my lips everything goes silent - music stops playing and all of the burly guys in here and when I say all I mean all of them stop and look at me.