Pan's Salvation

Pan’s Salvation

Dueling Devils Book #5

By

Shyla Colt

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Editor: Leanore Elliott

Cover Artist:
Dreams2media

Stock Photo Courtesy of Taria Reed of The Reed Files

Playlist

Hozier: It Will Come Back

Lana Del Rey : Gods And Monsters

Cold Play: Fix you

Give it up : 8MM

Ed Sheeran: Thinking out Loud

The Neighbourhood : Sweater Weather

Take Care of you : Sung by Florence ( Florence + the Machine)

Poison and Wine : The Civil Wars

Safe and Sound : The Civil Wars & Taylor Swift

Devil’s BackBone: The Civil Wars

Let her Go: Passenger

Rolling in the Deep : Adele

Just Give me a Reason: Pink Ft Nate Ruess

A Great Big World & Christina Aguilara : Say Something

Glossary

Cut—vest worn by Motorcycle Club members

MC—Motorcycle Club

Old Lady—Like a wife/ long term girlfriend

Sweetheart/Sweetie—Girlfriend or someone a biker is dating

Sweetbutt—Name of a girl who hangs around the club and is always available for sex. Can be the

“Property of one of the members”

House Mouse—Depending on their temperament they can be given as gifts to an old lady . They are used to clean up and do chores.

Cage—A car or truck or any vehicle which is not a cycle. Deemed despicable and weak by most bikers.

Clubhouse—The main place where all the bikers gather. Gated and protected by Propsects. Usually, with a bar, pool room, bedrooms, offices for the Pres and other officers of the club.

Church—A gathering where important issues are discussed and decided upon, usually when

something important or tragic is happening.

Lockdown—When the club is under duress or been attacked by another club. To go somewhere safe, out of the way and have everyone (family members and old ladys included) under one roof.

Positions

President—Leader of the Chapter

Vice President—Second in charge. Fills in when President isn’t around .

Sergeant at Arms—Basically, the clubs policeman. He enforces club policy and procedures in meetings.

Enforcers—There to help the Sergeant at arms do his job. They often stand guard at meetings Secretary—Responsible for the clubs paper work, including club records.

Treasurer—The chapter’s money man. He collects club fees, pays bills, etc.

The Wise One—He often looks after the clubs spiritual needs. He’s often referred to as the

“Chaplin”.

Road Captain—He’s usually in charge of the logistics of the club. IE: Planning routes, fuel stops, etc.

Asst. Road Captain—Assists the Road Caption.

Patch Members (Riders)—members who’ve earned the right to wear the clubs color after paying their dues as a Prospect. They’re also known as Patches or members.

Nomad—A club member who doesn’t belong to any particular chapter.

Prospect—Man in training to become a member of a Motorcycle club after a probationary period.

Family Trees

To my Colts, Wicked Women and all the other fantastic friends and family who offfer up

their support. To God, who made me a most unusual child who spun tales and never lost her sense of wonder or her overactive imagination.

There are moments
that shape the rest of your life. Split-second decisions that alter who we are, so irrevocably we can never be the same. If Lark Rosario knew what lay ahead, perhaps she would’ve turned around, got back into her sensible sedan and drove away…Maintaining her safe, ordinary and utterly droll lifestyle. But life doesn’t give us warning and she was about to be thrust into a world she didn’t understand or belong in. For this was one of those defining occasions.

Lark pushed her sunglasses up on her head and stepped out of her four-door gray sedan. The southwest heat rolled over her and she went limp like a flower. She blew a puff of air from her mouth to dislodge the stray strands of hair that had escaped from behind her ear and fallen into her face. The soft cotton material of her shirt clung to her back and her blue jean shorts stuck to her thighs. She tugged them back down and shimmied to set them back in the right place.
The
joys of living in New Mexico in the summer. You have to love that hundred plus degree weather.

She closed the car door and walked around to the pump.

“Of course.” She shook her head at the long strip of white receipt paper taped to the card reader that read,
out of order
come inside
. She hit the alarm and hurried across the parking lot of the shady gas station. The weathered building had seen better days. The fading white paint peeled from the walls. Dirty, run down cars filled the lot. Their narrow-eyed rough-around-the-edges owners made her skin crawl. Their gazes made her feel indecent. She cursed herself for, not filling the tank before she left the city and picked up the pace. Stepping inside, she heard a chime. Racks of magazines, shelves full of junk food and travel accessories crowded the small area. The dingy, off-white flooring had seen better days. A sticky substance clung to the soles of her shoes.