Page 1 of Chaos (Deathstalkers MC)
Chapter One
Tracie
I drag the rag down the dirty bar top, shaking my head at how much of a mess these boys can make. Shooter tells me I’m too young to party with them; personally, I think it’s crap.
I’ve been around the club for the last three years. I’m pretty sure, at this point, there isn’t anything that they could do to surprise me. Looking at the disaster around me, I can tell this was the biggest party they’ve had in a while. Tomorrow they are losing one of their own. Viper is going away and the boys wanted to give him a proper send off. Which basically means the place was filled with more sluts than they could handle and that it will take me twice as long to make it presentable again.
I can’t help but feel resentful cleaning up after a party that I wasn’t allowed to attend. Ever since my parents died in a car wreck, Shooter, our president, has basically been my adopted dad. My real dad was the VP of this club, he and Shooter grew up together so I’ve known him all my life.
My mom always wanted more for me than to be one of the girls hanging around the club. One of the last things she said to me before her and my dad left that night was about finding a nice boy outside of this world. She knew how violent this life could be and wanted me to find love somewhere that I could breathe easy at night. Not that I ever wanted to hear it. I was stubborn as all hell. The fact that she told me not to only made me want a biker of my own even more.
I move out from behind the bar to try and fix up the main room, my shoes sticking to the dirty floor. As I bend down to pick up a few stray bottles, I hear the sound of feet on the sticky floor behind me.
I spin quickly to see Viper standing there. He took over for my dad as VP. He sways in front of me from the massive amounts of alcohol he had tonight.
“Hey, thought all of you guys passed out already.” I smile, as I move to walk past him to throw out the bottles in my hand.
“Nah, I realized I forgot something.” He steps closer, the smell of alcohol seeping out from his upturned lips.
“Okay, I’ll get out of your way.” I try to move past him again but he steps in front of me.
“You never party with us, it’s a shame.” He takes another step forward and I take one in retreat. Alarms are blaring in my head and all I can think of is that I need to get out of here fast.
“Yeah, well Shooter says I’m too young.” My eyes dart around me looking for an escape as his booted foot takes another step toward me.
“That’s always been his problem. He sees you as a little girl.”
Another step.
“I see you as a woman.”
Another step.
“It’s time someone treated you like one.”
I shoot up in bed, my entire body covered in a layer of sweat. My heart feels like it is going to come right out of my chest. I pull my legs into me as my body shakes with fear.
Just one damn night.
I just want one night to escape from him.
Running my hand through my hair I look over at the clock to see it’s only five in the morning. Jesus.
This is why I’m always a damn zombie. Sleeping four or five hours a night will take a toll on you after a while. Especially when the time you’re supposed to be resting is when your demons come after you.
I grab some clothes and head down the hallway, needing to wash off the memory of him. It’s been more than six years since that night, not that it matters. I step under the water closing my eyes and saying the silent prayer that I do every day.
I pray to forget.
I hear the bathroom door open and am filled with annoyance. “Hello! I’m in here!” I swear none of these boys have any damn respect for privacy. After the attack I was a lot more skittish than I am now, I trust all of the guys here and I know that they would never hurt me.
“Yeah, I know, princess. I just gotta take a leak.”
That voice. Torch.
He came to the club about seven years ago and has been a thorn in my damn side ever since. I’m sure that he probably came in here on purpose just to get under my skin.
“Can’t you boys do that shit anywhere? Isn’t it one of the perks of being a man?”
