Devil’s Fire MC Novel – I decided to take revenge on my sadistic stepfather after the beating I took last night from him was the worst one I had had in a while. My name is Casey Parker and I am 17 years old. I live with my mother and her prick husband. I can’t stand the prick she is with. He is an evil prick district attorney. Every day he beats me and my mom just lets it happen. I hate her more than I hate him. Never have I ever met someone as so evil and so sadistic. I hide the bruises and blood. I decided to make him pay for my pain. Finally, I got the chance. He was on the verge of losing a case against a member of the Devil’s Fire MC who was on trial for murder. I have to make a deal with the devil. Only the devil may be able to protect me and save my life.
Casey’s POV I take out my outfit for the first day of school. A white pair of skinny jeans paired with a cream-colored top. I pull out wedge heels. I walk over to the bathroom and turn on the shower to the hottest setting I can take. As I pull off my t-shirt I look down at the gauze covering my stomach wincing as I remove the wrap around my ribs. I step into the shower pulling the door to the shower closed. I lean against the wall as the water cascades down my body moaning softly at the feel of the hot water giving me moments of relief from the injuries. The beating I took last night from my father was the worst one I had had in a while. Apparently he was on the verge of losing a case against a member of the Devil’s Fire MC who is on trial for murder. As I wash my body I take in all of the scars that I had earned in the last ten years. I shake my head, closing my eyes as I wash my hair. After I finish showering I walk into my room and get dressed after wrapping my ribs.
Broken ribs hurt like a woman but there isn’t much that can be done for them. Pulling on my heels, I stand up and walk back into the bathroom. Pulling my makeup kit out of the cabinet I put the minimum that, just being, black eyeliner, light gold eyeshadow and black mascara. I reach up and pull my long black hair into a fishtail braid and I walk out into my bedroom. Grabbing my backpack I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. I see my mom standing there fixing breakfast for my stepfather. Not saying a word to her, I walk up to the coffee maker and pour some coffee with cookies and cream creamer into my travel mug. I walk out to my black Ford F150 truck and start it. I lean back against the headrest trying to rid my body of the massive amount of pain.
Pushing the doors open to the school I walk over to my locker and stop short when I see one of Felix’s friends standing against my locker. I sigh and walk over and stand in front of him. “You want Cain? Gonna trip me up and spend the last year of school torment me ?” I ask not so politely. Cain’s eyes narrow at me as he stands up straighter. “I hope you’re watching your back woman. My dad will be out of jail soon and then he is going after your father for trying to pin murder on him!” He snarls at me. “Good! I hope he kills the prick but don’t you ever call him my father again or my fist will find your jaw and you will lose a couple of teeth. Now get away! I have a class to get to and you have other people to hurt!” I say to him as I turn and walk towards my class. I see Felix and his other friends standing there next to Cain as I walk into my class. Good. I hope he and his other friend heard me. I hate my stepfather with a passion and this year it is going to change. I pull my cell phone out of my pocket and text Lucas and Katie asking them to go ahead to lunch without me this afternoon.
After I finish my first class, I rush into the bathroom and relieve my bladder. I walk to one of the sinks and wash my hands. After washing my hands I pull my shirt up and take stock of the wrap around my ribs, making sure I have it as snug as I can get it. I hear a gasp and when I look up, I want to groan because standing just inside the bathroom is none other than Michelle, Felix’s younger sister. Looking at Michelle I lower my top slowly. I turn and grab my bag and I rush from the bathroom running right into Katie and Lucas. Lucas catches me before I hit the floor. “Whoa you okay Casey? You look flustered!” He says and I walk down the hall. I look back as Michelle comes out of the bathroom with tears in her eyes as she speaks to someone on the phone looking at me with wide eyes. I walk faster to my next class ignoring Lucas and his questions.
I sit down in my math class and pull out my headphones plugging them into my phone. I turn on some music and I hear the beautiful voice of Christina Aguilera singing Bound To You. I look out the window avoiding the heated gazes of them. That’s right. Felix and his friends are all here in my math class. As the teacher walks in I sneak a look over at Cain and he is watching me. His eyes aren’t filled with hatred though. It’s almost like his eyes are filled with concern as he continues to stare at me. I turn my head and look back out the window as I grind my teeth pushing the pain down as far as I can manage it. I half listen to the teacher as he goes on and on about the assignments we will be doing this year. As the class goes on I feel all of their eyes on me.
I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and I take it out and see I have a text message from an unknown number. “You okay?” I text back: “Why do you care?” “I don’t, but you look lost.” “I’ve been lost for a long time. Don’t bother caring about someone like me.” I put my phone back in my pocket as the bell rings and I take off to my truck for lunch. I take off out of the school parking lot to a coffee shop and bakery a couple of blocks over. I push into the coffee shop and order an iced coffee and a bagel. After paying I sit down at a table and eat my bagel while looking through Facebook. Pulling back into school I park my truck as I listen to Cher belting out You Haven’t Seen The Last Of Me. I lean my head back against the headrest and close my eyes. I hear a knock at my window and I turn to see Michelle looking at me. I roll my window down. “What’s up Michelle?” I say. “Are you okay Casey? I saw the wrap and bruises. What happened to you?” She says softly. “It doesn’t matter what happened Michelle. I’ll be fine.” I retort back and roll my window up. I watch her stare at me for a minute and then she walks away. I step out of my truck and walk to the library. Setting up my laptop in the farthest corner of the room with my back against the wall I open the darknet. Putting a flash drive into my laptop, I open up the chat. “You there?” “Yes. What do you have for me?”
“The witness wasn’t there that night. Credit card and security cameras put him in Atlantic City on the night in question. The DA is hiding this information. It might be enough to get him out.” “Remind me why you are doing this for him? For us?” “He doesn’t deserve to pay for something he didn’t do. Innocent people have been paying the price because of this DA. It’s time to take him down.” I close down the chat after uploading all of the information and put my laptop back in my backpack. Standing up, I walk out of the library and head to my locked to grab a couple of my books to study for after school. I walk to the nurses office and I ask for some tylenol for a headache. She gives me the meds and I walk out into the hallway to see Katie and Lucas standing there with concern all over their faces. I sigh and follow them down the hallway. “What’s going on with you Casey?” Lucas asks. Just as I open my mouth to say something to him the final bell rings. I walk out to my truck and get in without looking around because I can feel several pairs of eyes on me. I take off and head home for the night.
Walking into my “house” I see my mom and step dad aren’t home yet. I rush into the kitchen and pull out stuff to make sandwiches with and when I’m done making myself some food, I rush upstairs and into my room. I lock the door and pull out my headphones and blast some country music while I eat. A couple of hours later I hear pounding at my door. Taking out my headphones I set my phone up on my desk recording. I open my door to find my stepfather standing there and he pushes into the room. “What are doing woman?” He yells into my face. “Just working on homework. Why?” I say to him knowing I’m going to get another beating. He slaps me across the face and I fall to the floor. The last thing I see is the point of his shoe coming at my face as he kicks my head. I wake up and look around. I’m still on the floor in my bedroom and it’s dark outside. I pull myself up off the floor and walk over to my phone. I look into the camera as I turn off the video recorder.
I look at the time on my phone and see that it’s now five in the morning. I slowly walk into the bathroom. I look in the mirror in horror seeing the huge bruise on my cheekbone and the dried blood from my nose and split lip. I turn on the water and wash my face. I turn on the shower and get in before it’s even warmed up and relish the feeling of the water cascading down my bruised face and body. I cry silently as I wash my body and hair. I step out of the shower once I’m finished washing my still bruised body. I brush out my hair and pull it back into a high ponytail. I walk into my bedroom and pull on a pair of black sweats and a blue long sleeved t-shirt. Once I’m finished getting dressed I walk back into my bathroom and pull out my make-up. Putting on concealer to hide the bruise on my cheek is hard because of the pain coming from my head. I apply black lipstick and black eyeliner to my eyes and walk back to my bedroom. Once I have my backpack packed up for school I pull out my laptop.
I open the chat up and see I have three messages. “Where are you getting all of this information?” “Who are you?” “What are you hiding?” “Is it enough for the lawyer to get your man out of jail?” I send the message and wait only a few seconds for the reply. “It was enough. He’ll be getting out today. You never answered the questions.” I roll my eyes and reply, “Why do you need to know so bad? You needed information and I was happy to give it to you. For free I might add. So kindly go away and just accept that you got help. Any other questions?” “Yeah I have one. What will it take to get information on the DA’s wife and daughter?” I had really wanted to send the information to him that would set the fire under their asses but I thought better. “What kind of information do you need?” “Everything. Anything that will help us take him down.” “Give me two days.”