Dangerous Love. The Riders Motorcycle Club. Book One.

Chapter One.

Chapter One.



The red, yellow, green and white of the disco lights shone against the silver ball that spun above the dance floor. For some reason I cannot take my eyes of it. It is such an old-fashioned way of lighting up the dancers beneath it, yet was affective, none the less, almost hypnotic, as I sat in my allotted seat, watching all around me having fun.

“Come on Mellisa, you need to come clubbing with us,” Kit my cousin four years my senior said, as he handed me another drink.

“That is quite enough of that, young lady. You have had a royal night, it is time for you to come home,” my mother admonished me, her face forming deep lines on her brow, as she gave me the look of disappointment.

“She is only 18 once Aunty Jane,” Kit sighed, shaking his head at my mother.

That was the thing about Kit, he didn’t care who he offended. He was free, a sleave of bright tattoos on his arm, tall dark and in a prudential light handsome. He would make some girl happy, but he was a bit of a playboy, much to the dismay of my mother, who would often voice her ‘opinion’ about his behaviour, after visiting with her sister, casting her judgement on his activities. There was no such thing as live and let live in the nucleus of my family. Only judgement and scorn.

“I will look after her,” Kit said, not taking no for an answer. Probably because he saw the longing in my eyes, to be free to go to the club, without the ever-watchful eye of my parents, monitoring my every move.

“For goodness’ sake Jayne, let the girl go. Kit will look after her,” my aunt Marcie sighed, rolling her eyes at my mother.

“Fine, but don’t come crawling to me when you realise it was a mistake,” my mother huffed, then proceeded to pull out an emery board from her bag and file her nails in an anger fuelled back and forth motion.

This was where I would give in. Fearful of her disapproval, doing what was expected, and not what I wanted to do.

“It won’t be a mistake,” Kit said then grabbed my arm, and half dragged me away. I guess my cousin knew that seeing my mother’s anger I would give in. He was not wrong; it was something that I would usually do.

“Right guys, the birthday girl is coming with us,” Kit announced to some of my other cousins. Some like Amy gave me a real smile, whilst the rest passed me a fake smile, before rolling their eyes at each other.

“My purse,” I weakly protested, knowing I had left it on the table with my parents.

“You are not going back there, if you do, you will go home with them,” Kit announced.

“Hang on a minute Kit.” Amy Kit’s sister said, holding up her hand before turning toward me.

“Do you want to come with us, or go home?” Aimmee asked, giving me a choice. Something that was rare in my world.

My eyes flashed, I wanted to go. In fact, I had a deep need to go with them. To let loose, for one night, and be free.

I didn’t voice the answer to Amy, she just knew by the look in my eyes, and nodded her head.

“I will go get your purse. Wait outside,” she grinned at me, then swaying her hips, she moved across the dance floor, to my mother’s table, and grabbed my bag, stuffed with the birthday money I had received as gifts from those in attendance of my 18th party.

I walked outside, the fresh air crisp against my skin, as Kit hailed a taxi. Amy rushed in her four inch heals my pale pink over the shoulder bag in her hand, nearly falling as Kit ushered me into the taxi.

“Got it,” Amy held up my purse as if it was a prize she had won.

“Is my mother okay?” I asked, the familiar guilt that was my best friend, beginning to dig its claws into my resolve. Maybe I should just go home, avoid the drama that will be my life tomorrow.

“She will be fine. Now, where are we going?” Amy grinned at her brother.

“Illusion,” he chuckled.

“Wow, way to ease her in gently,” Amy laughed, as Kit shrugged his shoulder's.

“May as well jump in the deep end. Isn’t that right Mel?” my cousin grinned down at me, using the nickname my mother hated with a passion, but I rather liked.

Amy laughed, her dark corkscrew curls of her short, bobbed hair bouncing as she handed me my purse.

Once again, I became unsure about my impromptu adventure. I had heard about ‘Passion’. It was known to be filled with the not-so-savoury, a place where every night saw a fight.

“Don’t look so worried. It is not as bad as you might think. In fact, it is a good laugh,” Kit grinned, seeing the hesitation in my eyes.

“The rumours are worse than the reality,” Amy nodded her head, as the taxi driver sped away, without giving me time to pull my seat belt on.

I fumbled with the buckle, attempting for the umpteenth time to secure the belt in place, but it refused to lock in the catch. My fear of not being securely restrained increased when I noticed that this driver was breaking every traffic law in the highway code.

“Did he just run through a red light?” I gasped as Kit chuckled.

“It is nearly midnight. The only cars on the road are the taxis, and this is a one-way street, with no pedestrians waiting to cross,” Kit explained.

“Relax, it will all be okay,” Amy reassured me with a slight giggle.

I gave up attempting to fasten the seatbelt, just as the taxi suddenly swerved, knocking me into the door, a sharp pain in my elbow, causing me to wince. I had hit my funny bone, typical. The taxi pulled up outside a large single-story building, painted in dark colours, the windows blacked out, and a neon red sign with ‘Passion’ flashed overhead.

“Keep the change,” Kit said, handing some cash to the driver as Amy opened the door, shaking her head as I attempted to pay my share of the journey.

“Not tonight, Mel,” she grinned at me, then walked to the front of the long line of people waiting to get into the club.

“Hiya, John, can we get in?” she asked the big, burly bouncer on the doors. He gave me a look, then pointed at me.

“How old is she?” he asked.

“18, today,” Kit informed him from behind me. The bouncer looked sceptically at me but never questioned me further.

“I have my driver’s licence in my bag,” I stated, going to open it, only for him to shake his head.

“Mind how you go,” he simply stated, then gave Kit a weird handshake, you know, the type you see in American movies.

The sound of the club reverberated through my whole body, my heart beating in time with the thunderous thud of the base. The LED multi-light show flashed around the large rectangular dance floor in the centre of the darkened room, as Amy rushed off ahead, towards the long black painted bar, shouldering her way to the front of the gaggle of people waiting to be served.

“A pint of Fosters, and two vodka and Cokes,” she shouted at the barman, whose attention she got by sticking her chest out a little further than was normal.

“Coming right up,” he grinned and winked at my female cousin.

Amy passed the pint over the top of my head, the drips from the glass falling onto my perfect hairstyle, which was out of place in this club, and handed it to Kit. She then passed me the short glass, smiling at me.

“Keep it in your hands at all times. Even take it to the loo with you. Place your hand over the top of your glass when you are not drinking it, to stop anyone from spiking your drink,” Kit stated, as I gasped in fear that someone would attempt to drug me.

Immediately, I placed my hand over my drink, as Amy led us to a small round table, still covered in alcohol spillage from its previous occupants, the rings dancing under the flickering lights of the club. A circle of deep red velvet chairs created a half-moon shape around the small table, giving enough space for five or six people to sit comfortably. I slid into my seat as Kit stood looking out around the club.

“Looks like Susan and them have bailed,” Kit stated, shaking his head slightly.

“More fool them,” Amy shrugged, taking a sip of her drink.

“Now, come on Mellisa, let’s get this party started,” she grinned at me, and brought her drink to her lips, drinking it in one long gulp.

“Drink up, buttercup, we are going to dance!” she said, and so I did, and followed my cousin onto the dance floor, my rebellion now in full swing.