Burn
Authors: Rayna Bishop
A Black Ice MC Novella
by Rayna Bishop
Burn -
A Black Ice MC Novella
© 2014 Rayna Bishop
All Rights Reserved
This story is a work of fiction.
All characters are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental.
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Acknowledgements
I would like to thank my amazing friends and family who supported me through the writing of this story and continue to support me every single day.
I would also like to thank
Davida Lynn
who’s constant teaching and understanding has helped me reach the place where I can write stories like this.
I also want to thank each and every one of you for reading this story.
Writing is a lonely process and I keep my spirits up knowing there are folks in the world that appreciate what I do.
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Love,
Rayna
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Dedicated to Jenson…wherever you are.
Be sure to read the exciting first two books in the Black Ice MC series…
A
fter a long ride, the motorcycle engines roared up the dirt road, followed by a white van with no windows.
They had finally reached their destination, pulling up next to an old log cabin.
The four bikers climbed off their motorcycles, then the driver of the van got out and opened the back doors.
He pulled their hostage out.
She was tied up, her hands behind her back, a crude mask over her eyes.
The bikers led her down a small dirt lane, pushing her as they went along. She didn’t know where she was, only that they had been driving for hours.
She had been taken from her home, and she wondered how long it was going to take anyone to notice she was gone.
One of the bikers, a man with black hair and a big mustache, opened the door to the cabin and pushed her inside. He didn’t follow her, but slammed the door behind her.
She managed to get her hands free of the ropes and tore the mask from her face. It was dark inside the cabin, but a little light was coming from a bare bulb in the ceiling.
It was a one-room cabin, with dust covering every surface. There was a small bed in the corner and a sink on the other side of the room.
Above the sink was nailed a piece of wood holding several cans of food. She went to the door and tried the handle, but it wouldn’t budge—she was locked inside.
Danni Endres sat on the corner of the bed and thought about how she’d gotten here.
***
It had seemed like everything was going to be okay. The Black Ice Motorcycle Club had felled their enemies, the Rattlers, and Danni and her boyfriend Mercer were on their way to getting their relationship back on track.
It had been a difficult time for them.
Mercer was emerging as the leader of the new Black Ice and had taken Danni with him from their hometown in Tennessee to Rawlins, Montana.
She had become increasing lonely as Mercer grew more and more distant, consumed with his responsibilities to the club.
She had even started to fall for Cruz, the handsome but troubled addition to the MC.
All this came at the worst possible time, when the Rattlers were pushing back against Black Ice.
Fights had broken out in the streets and Danni herself had been threatened more than once.
It all came to a head when the Rattlers attacked the Black Ice headquarters.
The battle had been bloody and savage, but Black Ice had won, killing most of the Rattlers.
The ones who survived had run away, and Danni went home that night thinking everything was going to be OK.
Then came the knock at the door.
Her guard down, she opened it, and there stood Fixer, the president of the decimated Rattlers MC.
He had a big, drooping mustache and long black hair tied into a ponytail.
He flashed her a greasy grin and shoved a large gun into her ribs.
He ordered her to go with him, and she had no choice.
He marched her right down the stairs while another Rattler pulled up in a van, an ugly man with long gray hair and a beard to match, by the name of Roscoe.
He had been a member of Black Ice, but his loyalties had turned and he had joined their sworn enemy.
Roscoe grabbed Danni and threw her in the van.
They took off and rode out of town, joined by three more Rattlers.
They were all carrying weapons, and Danni knew she couldn’t make a run for it.
The road was flat and the land on either side was completely devoid of trees.
If she’d tried to run, they would have shot her easily.
They didn’t stop for hours, driving constantly, with Danni tossed around in the back of the van.
She couldn’t figure out why they had done this until she was sitting alone in the cabin.
They wanted to make sure she couldn’t get away or even figure out where she was.
She got off the bed and tried the door again, but the result was the same.
There was no window, either.
Besides the door she came in, there was only one other door that led to a small room with a toilet.
There was no shower, but it was a flushable toilet, not an outhouse.
Thank God for small favors, she thought.
Danni didn’t know where she was, but she figured they had gone south.
The air seemed a little warmer than in Rawlins, and the further they rode, the hillier the land had become; she had even seen mountains in the distance.
It was possible she was in Colorado, but that was just a guess.
She hadn’t ever been to Colorado and didn’t know much about its geography.
Danni didn’t know where she was or what the Rattlers had planned for her, but she was going to escape.
It would take her a little while to figure things out, but she was good on her feet.
She had run a bar for years and the man she loved was in a motorcycle gang.
She could take care of herself.
The door opened and Fixer stepped inside.
He gave her that same greasy grin and pulled out a knife.
Danni pressed herself back against the wall and steeled herself for an attack.