Devils Rebels MC

I knew I was screwed. It was one hundred percent obvious - here I was, on my 21st birthday, being dared to go into the biker gangs bar for a drink.

Bikes lined both sides of the bar, rock music blaring through the entrance and two devilishly handsome but at the same time terrifying guys on either side of it.

"Well shit" I mutter as I turn and look over at Erica, arms all crossed and an impatient look plastered over her face. She stood only 5'2'' with shoulder length platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes wearing a skin tight, mid-thigh length, Backless leopard lace up bodycon dress with black stiletto heels.

Erica snorted and rolled her eyes - pretty typical with her now-a-days after her massive breakup.

"Quit being such a damn pussy and just go the fuck in there. Jesus, its not that hard."

I scowled, "If it's so easy to just waltz on in there why don't you go first? I'm sure that all those bigass burly bikers would just love to get their hands all over you." I placed my hands on my hips tapping my foot on the ground waiting for a response.

Erica rolled her eyes again and sighed, "Because we've been over this Nyx! You look like their kinda girl! You look the fucking part of a biker chick and you even have your own fucking bike! You have jet black hair, hourglass figure aka big tits and a big ass with a tiny as hell waist - not to mention to take it up a notch you have blue and gray eyes. You won't stick out like a sore thumb in there like I would! Now quit your bitching and just go be with your people dammit!"

I glared at her and shook my head crossing my arms before sighing, "You're really not going to let this shit go until I go in there are you? Is this why you told me to wear all of this?" I huffed as I gesture to my attire. She had me dress in skin tight leather pants, a low cut black tank top with a leather jacket riding jacket that had been dug from the depths of my closet she nicknamed the abyss and my riding boots.

She shrugs and forms her thin lips into a mischievous smile, "Maaaybe. Now shut the fuck up and go. I'll wait over here by this little shotty cafe. Don't forget to snap a pic of whatever handsome Devils Rebel wants to snatch you up!" She giggles.

I groan and shake my head, "If I die I'm gonna haunt your sorry ass!" I growled as I turned and headed for the stupid bar.

As I approached the bar's entrance the guy on my left stepped in front of me, amusement on his face as he eyed my cleavage, "Where do you think you're going Sugar? Ya look a little too young and fragile to be heading into a place like this." I snorted and glared up at him.

He had to be about 6' - he had dark troubled brown eyes, long brown hair tied back into a loose ponytail and a full grown (shocking well kept) beard. He had on blue jeans, black v-neck and his Club riding jacket on. This man could snap me in two if I wasn't careful.

"I'm 21 dick and last I checked this bar was open to the public. I aint seeing any signs tellin' me that I ain't allowed here." I crossed my arms challenging him knowing it was probably a very very bad idea.

Burly God number one glanced at Burly God number two and chuckled, stepping aside and waving his arm towards the door, "Alright Sugar suit yourself. Just know I warned ya. Ain't no gentlemen in there - only filthy perverted beasts."

I rolled my eyes and snorted, "Yeah okay bud. Cuz it's not like I ever heard that shit or seen it before." I stepped inside and just as I was about to head to the bar a bottle came whizzing past my head. I stopped and frowned looking at where it had originated.

A woman, looking like she was as shit faced as one could ever be, glared directly in my direction.

I raised an eyebrow and held my arms out, "What the fuck did I do woman?" I yelled at her. Of course the moment the words escape my lips everything goes silent - music stops playing and all of the burly guys in here and when I say all I mean all of them stop and look at me.

The woman flips me the birdy and turns her head towards the back of the bar as I just stand there arms open completely irritated at her.

Shaking my head and putting my hands down I make my way over the bar.

I can feel everyone's eyes on me like someones stabbing tiny little daggers into it. I focus on sitting on a stool and glancing around at the booze that sat on display. No need to work myself up - all I gotta do is get one of these biker dudes to hit on me, snap a pic and run for the hills... easy right?... Right...?

The bartender comes over and leans on his elbows smirking at me, "Whatcha havin' Sugar?" I look over at him and shrug, "Whatcha recommend?" I counter.

Without faltering he reaches under the bar and pulls out a beer, pops the top off and passes it over to me.

I take it and start chugging, keeping my eyes locked on him. He too, was like a damn God. Messy shaggy brown hair, perfectly chiseled jaw, captivating green eyes, and of course totally ripped. Yeah I could stare at him all damn day and night.

His smirk turned into a very mischievous grin as he chuckled. "Must've been thirsty."

I rolled my eyes and shrugged, "Not everyday some random twat throws a bottle at my head unprovoked from across the bar ya know?" He laughs and shakes his head turning when someone tells him to get them a beer.

Just as I am beginning to enjoy my beer a pair of very strong hands grabs my shoulders and I'm being whipped around on the stool, "Hey what the fuck-" I don't get to finish my thought as the twat stands there next to the most Godlilke man ever - One whose hands are gangerously close to my throat. I stare up into Dark, angry brown eyes wondering how fucked up I'm about to get.

I sit there staring up at him and before I get a chance to say anything the twat starts talking, "This skank just comes waltzing in here like she fuckin' owns the place Rip. Ghost and Grim just stood back and let her in. Then she has the nerve to holler at me across the entire bar makin' a scene!"

I scowl at her, "Wouldn't have said shit had you not fucking hurled a fucking beer bottle towards my goddamned head bitch." I growled at her. Yeah I know... I'm fuckign stupid... and aparantly I got a death wish 'cause those hands gripped my shoulders so tight I nearly yelped in pain.

"Watch your fuckin' tongue sweetheart or you'll loose it." He growled down at me. Huh. Who woulda thought that that very real threat could be a turn on? Yep. I'm going to hell.

I glared up at him, "Ya? You gonna be the one to do the honors?" I snarled pulling his hands off of my shoulders standing up from the bar stool. He was definitely over 6' tall. This man was built like a fucking ox. He had short slicked back black hair, sporting a perfectly tamed yet untamed black beard that was about an inch long. He wore black jeans, navy blue v-neck shirt and a leather riding jacket that had a skull with devil horns and a reaper's scythe on his shoulder. On the opposite side in big blood red letters was written 'President'.

Yep. I was dead meat.

Rip (the President of this biker gang club thing) clenched his fists and took a step towards me, anger riddled his perfect features - he slammed one of his clenched fists onto the bar before lowering his face to mine. Being just a breath away from my face I stood as still as a statue holding his gaze unflinchingly.

"I suggest you leave now Sweetheart. This ain't the place for ya. Wouldn't want you to get hurt trying to play with the adults." He hissed at me. Yep that did it. That pissed me off.

"Ya? You gonna be the one to throw me out? I ain't scared of you bud. I've seen bigger and badder assholes than you." I hissed back at him knowing it was only half true. Yes I've seen scarier assholes than this dude but I was a teeny bit scared... okay I was a LOT scared. I'm just really good at faking it.

I crossed my arms pulling back leaning against the bar raising an eyebrow still pissed off and scared waiting, taunting, challenging him.

After waiting for what felt like an eternity amusement spread across his features like a wildfire during a drought. He pulls away from me slowly before looking me up and down crossing his arms bringing one had to stroke his alluring sexy as hell beard.

"You got balls sweetheart, i'll give ya that." I snort and roll my eyes reaching over and snatching my beer off of the bar taking a big swig from it.

"Yeah and I betcha they're bigger than yours." I smirk crossing my arms taking another swig.

He chuckles reaching over taking my beer from me and downing it before placing the empty bottle back in my hand. I glare up at him and just as I am about to call him an asshole he smirks.

"If ya got time we can head upstairs and compare."

I press my lips into a thin line hating myself for the heat that flung itself all over my face and neck. He laughed and turned to walk away.

Pissed at his retort I scowl, "Couldn't handle me even if you wanted to." I growl up at him stopping him in his tracks just as he reaches the stairs. He turned and looked at me but I didn't stop to figure out what's about to happen. I set the beer down, throw a twenty at the gorgeous bartender and leave.

As I pass Burly God Number one and Number two they both start to chuckle, "Didn't find what you were looking for Doll?" Says Burly God number one. I stop and spin towards him, anger overcomes me and march up to him.

"Wasn't looking for anything asshole. Just wanted a beer so fuck off." I turned and headed off towards where I parked my bike. Thank god because there was no way I was going to just hop into Erica's damn car that her precious rich daddy just bought her and be bitched about ruining her night of fun.

I rip the helmet off of my bike and scowl at it before putting it on and hopping on. Just as I kick the engine on I see Rip heading straight for me.

When he reaches me I take off my helmet, setting it in front of me and crossing my arms. He stands there smirking before finally speaking.

"Never caught your name." I raised my eyebrow and rolled my eyes at him.

"It's Nyx and I know for a fucking fact that you didn't walk all the way over here to just ask me my name." He chuckles.

"Well Nyx I came to ask you to dinner. Not everyday someone like you comes strolling into my bar not scared off their ass." Oh if he only knew! I laugh and shake my head.

"No thanks. Not interested. Have a great night uh Rip right? That's what the twat called you back there." He laughs and signs running a hand through his hair making it messy.

"Yeah it's Rip. And that 'twat' is Lil. She's harmless. But I'm serious about dinner. Here's my number. Call me if you change your mind." He winks, handing me a torn piece of paper with what I assume is his number on it before turning and strolling back into the bar.

I sat there on my 2015 Harley Davidson Street 500 XG500 for a moment before putting my helmet on and heading home