Spawn & Spitfire (Satan's Spawn MC Book 1)

By: K.J. Dahlen

Satan’s Spawn MC Series


I would like to dedicate this book to all those women and children who have been caught up in desperate situations. I may not know your pain but I hope you are able to find a place like Redemption House to rebuild your lives. You have the strength deep down inside you to take that first step. I pray that you can find it within yourself to take that step and better your life.


When she walked into the Dirty Dancing club, she didn’t really know what she would find. The place was clean at least. As Cassie looked around, she could see the bar and tables. She could also see the stage and the runway area. All she knew for sure was she needed to find her.

Smoke filled the room with its hazy scent and she wrinkled her nose a bit. Making her way through the tables to the bar, she sat down and ordered a drink. When the bartender placed the glass in front of her, she turned slightly and watched the dancers for a moment. She grabbed the glass, brought it to her lips and asked, “Do you have a dancer here named Peaches?”

The bartender, a big man with tattoos up and down his arms narrowed his eyes at her question, then shrugged. “I’m here to serve drinks, not to answers dumb questions.”

Cassie narrowed her own eyes then taking her drink, she began to wander around the club. She watched everything without seeming to notice anything. Slowly making her way toward the back hall, she saw one of the dancers enter the Ladies room. Placing her glass on the table, she headed that way herself. Pushing open the door, she saw the dancer checking her makeup. “Hi.” She nodded at the dancer.

“Hey.” The dancer nodded back.

“I was wondering if you could help me.”

The dancer stopped what she was doing and stared at her through the mirror. “What ya looking for?”

Cassie held up her hands. “I just need some information on one of your dancers.”

The woman frowned. “Sorry no can do, sister. We don’t give out info on each other. We protect ourselves and the club.”

“I can relate to that. I’m not asking for anything but if you have a dancer here named Peaches. I really need to find her. To make sure she’s okay. I’m not here to hurt anyone, but I do need to find her.”

“Sorry honey, can’t help you, club rules.” The dancer moved toward the door.

Cassie moved aside to let her pass. “She’s my friend and I need to know she’s all right,” she whispered. “I swear, that’s all I want to know.”

The woman paused. “If Deke finds out I told you anything, I’ll be in so much trouble.”

Cassie shook her head. “He won’t find out from me. If you see her, tell her to call me at the Star Bright motel, room 104. Just get the message to her. Nobody has to know we even spoke. Please?”

The dancer nodded then left and the door closed slowly behind her.

For the first time since this nightmare began, Cassie let a deep hopeful breath.

A few minutes later, she walked out of the rest room and to the main door of the dance hall.

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She didn’t see the three men that followed her to the parking lot and watched as she got into her jeep and drove away.

One of the men lit a cigarette and as the smoke cleared he said, “Deke might want to know about this.” He turned and walked back into the club. As he made his way to the back room where the offices were, he nodded to the bartender.

At the big oak door of Deke’s office, the man paused briefly and knocked. When Deke called out, he opened the door and came inside. The office was neat and tidy. The large oak desk in front of him was littered with papers and a laptop but he paid them no mind. As his eyes met the man’s behind the desk, Wiley swallowed hard.

Deke was a big man, six foot six inches, and at least three hundred fifty pounds of raw muscle. His short black hair was brushed back away from his face and his eyes were the color of ice. His hands were just as big as the rest of him and could easily break a man in half. “What’s up, Wiley?”

“We have someone sniffing around, asking questions about one of the dancers.”

Deke sat back in his chair. His fingers steepled while his steely gaze met his Sergeant at Arms. “Now who would be foolish enough to do that?”