Pan's Salvation (Dueling Devils 5)

together.

The intensity of his stare, unnerved her. “Yes, I remember.”

“Alright, let’s get this over with then. The time frame we have is a small one. I’m going in, paying my respects and we’ll hit the road.”

She rocked onto the back of her heels and nodded.

“Alright, let’s go.”

His deep voice resonated through her body. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to his side. The hard hot length of his body did funny things to her belly. He was her safety net and the hand that controlled her. It made her head spin. In a heightened state of awareness after the earlier trauma, her body responded to the smallest hint of stimulation. Her nipples puckered. The smell of leather and man filled her nose. She leaned her weight against him, ashamed that she didn’t have to pretend to feel a little weak in the knees and submissive. Am I that hard up for sex? What could be no more than a few yards seemed like miles, as they traversed the blacktop filled with motorcycles and a handful of black cars. They stopped in front of the door and Pan knocked.

The door opened. A burly man with broad shoulders, hard black eyes and a shaven head

peered down at them. “Glad to see you Pan. I thought maybe the little devil woman slit your throat and escaped.”

“Naw, she’s learned her place.” He patted her ass.

Lark bit her tongue, killing the protest that threatened to spill.

The doorman chuckled. “Good. I’d like to see you do a public punishment after what she did to Glider.”

Glider, don’t any of them have real names?

“That fire is going to translate well to other things if you know what I mean,” Pan drawled.

They talked about her as if she wasn’t there. It was a chilling experience. Like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, she’d landed in a strange world she didn’t understand.

Doorman chuckled and stepped back, letting him in.

“I came to pay my respects to Winger and get on the road.”

“Last I saw him he was at the bar. You might want to hurry before he’s indisposed for the night.”

“Shit.” Pan rushed off, dragging her behind him.

Lark stumbled along beside him. Stunned by the activities going on around them. The

skunk-like smell of weed embedded itself into her nostrils. Lines of coke were being done off tables and the tits of scantily dressed woman. Her jaw dropped open.

“Don’t look too hard, they’ll think you want to join in.”

Her wide eyes turned to Pan. He can’t be serious!

He laughed.

She couldn’t tell if he meant it or not, but she didn’t want to find out.

They came to a halt at a massive dark wood bar occupied by a line of men and woman. The bikini wearing bartender slung drink after drink with an impressive expertise. They stopped in front of a lethal looking man with long black hair, a weathered round face and cold blue eyes. A woman sat on his lap, rubbing her body against him like a bitch in heat. He glanced her way.

Lark dropped her gaze and stepped closer to Pan. His massive shoulders blocked her from view. It was a small barrier she savored.

“I see that little bitch is already learning her place.”

His voice was a low rumble that turned her blood cold. He didn’t know her, not really, but he spoke with such hatred.

“She’ll train up real good.”

“You keeping her, then?” The leather of his barstool squeaked.