THE DEVIL DON’T SLEEP
by Janine Infante Bosco
A Satan Knights Novel
Publication Date: June 28, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense, Standalone
Cover Designer: JB’s Cover Obsession Design
Model: Joe Adams
Talent Agent: PTS – Pathways Talent Services
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Sometimes we must let go of what was, appreciate what remains and fearlessly embrace what comes next.
Born to a family of outlaws, I was destined to ride with the Satan’s Knights MC. With mayhem and havoc in my blood and chaos living deep in my soul, I learned the Devil don’t sleep. You never hear him creeping and he often comes disguised as everything you ever wanted.
I was just teenager when she first showed, masquerading as the girl of my dreams. A whiskey shootin’ spitfire who knocked me on my ass and helped me turn the town upside down. The girl who stole my heart with her smile and never gave it back. The same bitch who ruined me and turned my blood to ice.
It’s been six years since I turned my back on Mac, my family and my club. I’ve pushed her to the back of my head, wrote everyone off and damned the Kentucky charter to hell. But, where God built a church, the Devil built a chapel.
Now, her life is on the line and it’s clear I’m still a sucker for her gorgeous chaos because I’m the one riding to her rescue.
I often dreamed of what it would be like to stare into Bas’ blue eyes again. To hear his raspy voice whisper his love for me and feel his strong arms around me. After all, it’s always been in his embrace that I felt the safest.
In my dreams, he abolishes my sins and forgives me for breaking both our hearts.
But this is no dream.
I’m running from a nightmare and the one running with me, looks at me with enough anger to burn the world to ash.
Once upon a time, we were in love.
Once upon a time, it was us against the world.
Once upon a time, he didn’t look at me and see the Devil.
If only he knew the truth.
If only he knew the Devil was a broken angel with tattered wings.
An angel who sacrificed her heart and soul for him.
***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language, and mature topics. Not recommended for people under the age of 18***
The Devil Don’t Sleep © Copyright 2018 All Rights Reserved by Janine Infante Bosco.
“I have to swing by my apartment.”
“Did something happen?”
Another vague answer.
However, he looks like he’s about to lose his shit and so, I decided not to argue. I also fasten my fucking seat belt. Five minutes later we pull in front of an oversized apartment complex. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before but then again, a lot of New York is like nowhere else. Still, I can’t help but stare, taking in the people hanging around the streetlamps and the fire escapes outside every window.
Bas kills the engine on the truck and turns to me, pointing towards the glovebox.
“Lock the doors and do not get out of the car,” he warns. “If I’m not back in ten minutes, use my phone to call Jack and tell him to come to get you from my apartment. There’s a piece in the glovebox if anyone fucks with you, don’t hesitate to use it.”
Now, any sane woman would be scared.
In fact, I’m almost certain we’ve had some variation of this conversation before. Instead of calling Jack, it was Mooney I was ordered to call and there was a piece in the glovebox then too. A brand new forty-five if I remember correctly.
“Ten minutes,” he reiterates as he gets out of the truck and slams the door. My eyes follow him down the walkway leading to the complex until he disappears inside. Sitting there, I start to fidget and move to turn on the radio. Remembering the car was off, I reach over the console to turn the key in the ignition but pause when I spot his phone.
Biting my lip, I lean back in my seat and try to tame my curiosity. I’ve never been the girl who looks at someone’s phone. When we were together, I trusted Bas completely and with Junior, I just didn’t give a fuck. I felt it was an invasion of privacy and a desperate move. However, I had zero fucks left to give and desperation was now my middle name. Taking the phone, I swipe at the screen only for karma to hit and ask me for a passcode.
So much for desperation and curiosity.
Putting the phone back, I lean back again and stare out the window. In the next five minutes, I witness a couple having sex against a wall and a drug deal. Bas’ neighbors were colorful for lack of better words. I might not have been living it up in Kentucky, but neither was he. Soulmates through and through, we were both slumming it.
Another five minutes pass before I lose my patience and start to panic. The instructions Bas gave me flee my mind and I grab the keys before opening my door. As I start for the building, I scan the curious stares directed at me and hear the catcalls. Ignoring both, I enter the lobby and realize I have no idea what apartment is his.
As I turn to leave, out of the corner of my eye I spot rows of mailboxes lining a wall. Each mailbox appoints a last name to an apartment number. Scanning name after name, I find Bas’ and match it to his number. I take the stairs, making my way to his floor. Reaching the landing, I round the corner and walk the narrow hallway to his apartment.
Standing in front of the door, I hear his muffled voice and notice it’s slightly ajar. Not knowing what I might find on the other side, I freeze and debate on turning around.
Why is it we’re always drawn to the things that have the ability to ruin us?
Why do we never listen to our instincts?
Turn around, Mac.
Go back to the car.
I should’ve walked away.
I should’ve stayed in the car and counted the fire escapes on the building.
Instead, I push the door open and stare in horror as Bas stands at the foot of his bed in front of a naked woman kneeling on the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt while she sucks on his neck. The bile rises in my throat as the woman lifts her eyes to mine. Her mouth doesn’t let up. If anything, she sucks harder, leaving her mark.
On him and on me.
He speaks but I can’t make out what he says over the ringing in my ears.
Lunging forward, I grab the back of his shirt and twist it in my fist, pulling him out of her reach.
“You son of a bitch!”
It’s all I see.
Until he turns around and then all I see is blue.
His blue eyes hold mine as he wraps his hands around my wrists.
“Stop,” he shouts.
“Stop?” I shriek. “That’s what you say?”
“It’s her,” the naked bitch says behind him.
“Shut the fuck up, Dori,” Bas growls, tightening his hold on my flailing wrists.
“Get your fucking hands off me,” I holler.
“Calm down and I will,” he grinds out.
Nostrils flaring, I pull away with all my might causing me to stumble backward. Balancing myself, I glare at him as I take a step away from him.
“Was this your plan all along?”
“If you would shut the fuck up, I’ll explain—”
“Explain?” I screech. “I should let you explain yourself?” I ask incredulously. “All I’ve asked of you is for a chance to fucking explain myself, but you don’t give a fuck. You’re blinded by hate and the only thing you give a damn about is revenge. You want to hurt me as badly as I hurt you. Isn’t that right?” I spat. “That was your plan wasn’t it? Take Ryder to Jack’s and make me think I will finally get my chance to tell my side of the story. The trip down memory lane was a real nice touch. Leaving me in the car while you got your dick sucked—not so much.”
“That’s not what fucking happened,” he roars, reaching to grab my wrist again.
Taking another step back, I glance behind him at the woman staring between us.
God forgive me, but she’s not even pretty.
“Fuck you,” she hisses.
“Oh, did I say that out loud?” I mock before slicing my eyes back to Bas. “We’re finally even.”
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