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  DANCE INTO MY LIFE

  A NASTY BASTARDS MC NOVEL

  HAYLEY FAIMAN

  HAYLEY FAIMAN BOOKS, LLC

  CONTENTS

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Also by Hayley Faiman

  Dance Into My Life

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  Men of Baseball Series—

  Pitching for Amalie

  Catching Maggie

  Forced Play for Libby

  Sweet Spot for Victoria

  Russian Bratva Series —

  Owned by the Badman

  Seducing the Badman

  Dancing for the Badman

  Living for the Badman

  Tempting the Badman

  Protected by the Badman

  Forever my Badman

  Betrothed to the Badman

  Chosen by the Badman

  Bought by the Badman

  Collared by the Badman

  Notorious Devils MC —

  Rough & Rowdy

  Rough & Raw

  Rough & Rugged

  Rough & Ruthless

  Rough & Ready

  Rough & Rich

  Rough & Real

  Cash Bar Series —

  Laced with Fear

  Chased with Strength

  Flamed with Courage

  Blended with Pain

  Twisted with Chaos

  Mixed with trouble

  SAVAGE BEAST MC —

  UnScrew Me

  UnBreak Me

  UnChain Me

  UnLeash Me

  UnTouch Me

  UnHinge Me

  UnWreck Me

  UnCage Me

  Unfit Hero Series —

  CONVICT

  HERO

  FRAUD

  KILLER

  COWBOY

  Zanetti Famiglia Series —

  Becoming the Boss

  Becoming his Mistress

  Becoming his Possession

  Becoming the Street Boss

  Becoming the Hitman

  Becoming his Wife

  Becoming her Salvation

  Prophecy Sisters Series —

  Bride of the Traitor

  Bride of the Sea

  Bride of the Frontier

  Bride of the Emperor

  Astor Family Series —

  Hypocritically Yours

  Egotistically Yours

  Matrimonially Yours

  Occasionally Yours

  Nasty Bastards MC —

  Ruin My Life

  Tame My Life

  Start My Life

  Dance into My Life

  Shake Up My Life

  Repair My Life

  Sweeten My Life

  Russian Torpedo—

  Stolen by the Sinner

  Bound to the Sinner

  Caught by the Sinner

  F*cked by the Sinner

  Stripped by the Sinner

  Rejecting the Sinner

  Loved by the Sinner

  Offspring Legends—

  Between Flaming Stars

  Beautiful Unwanted Wildflower

  Esquire Black Duet Series –

  DISCOVERY

  APPEAL

  Forbidden Love Series —

  Personal Foul

  Kinetic Energy

  Standalone Titles

  Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale

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  I do not try to dance better than anyone else. I only try to dance better than myself.

  MIKHAIL BARYSHNIKOV

  CHAPTER ONE

  MARILYN

  Hitching my duffel bag over my shoulder, I look up at the flashing sign and wonder if this is really my life? Three years ago, I was a carefree twenty-one-year-old. Now I’m twenty-three with the weight of the world on my shoulders. Though, to be truly fair, I was never carefree at any age.

  Not really.

  Dipping my chin down, I walk through the back door of the building. The music is only a low hum as all of the employees set up and get ready for the evening. I don’t mind it though, it’s kind of nice that it isn’t thrumming through the room immediately. It will be blaring soon enough, vibrating my body, but it does make me forget where I am and what I’m doing for a little while.

  “You look good, girl,” Synergy calls out.

  She’s on stage warming up, her legs wrapped around a pole as she extends her arms out. I don’t know how she does it, her strength is unfreakingbelievable.

  Smiling, I wave toward her. “You too,” I call out.

  A shadow stands to the side of me, and I shift my attention over to Greg, who is looking down at me. He always stands a little too close, his eyes always linger a little longer than is comfortable, and honestly, he just kind of creeps me out. But he’s the bouncer and I need him. I can’t piss him off by being rude to him.

  Pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose, I try to give him a smile, but I have no doubt that it’s nothing short of a cringe.

  “Are you dancing tonight?” he asks, ignoring my look of disgust. “We have some important people coming in.”

  “Important people?” I ask, my expression shifting to curiosity.

  We live in East Texas. I mean, it’s not completely dilapidated, but a
t the same time, we are definitely not a thriving metropolis. So, I cannot imagine who could be coming here that would be so important.

  “Very important. They’ll want to see the best of the best. You will be performing.”

  I don’t know when Greg became the man in charge of the lineup of performers, but I don’t argue with him, mainly because I want to run away from him and performing means money in my pocket and that is the only reason I’m here. So instead of saying anything, I give him a smile, a nod, and walk away.

  Thankfully, he doesn’t continue to follow me. It’s the little things that really make my evenings. Greg leaving me alone. It’s not much, but I’ll take it.

  Slipping down the back hallway, I make my way toward the dressing room. It’s not much of a dressing room though. It’s more of a closet. There is a desk, a chair, a mirror, some hooks screwed to the wall, and a small set of lockers for our personal use. I only lock my tip money up in them. That’s all.

  Keith doesn’t really want to expand the dressing room because that would take away from the floor and he is not going to take away from his customers. The more bodies on the floor, the more money he makes, and the more money I make too, so really, I don’t bitch about the lack of dressing room.

  A hand touches my elbow before I reach for the dressing room door. Looking behind me, I blink and then smile at the sight of Keith standing there. I like Keith. He’s a decent guy, and he always looks after us. He’s fair and kind. He’s compassionate too, but right now, he is staring at me and he looks… off.

  “Are you okay?” I ask.

  “Got some important people coming here tonight. Use you as a closer, okay?”

  “Is everything okay?” I ask.

  His eyes flick to the side, looking away before they come back to meet mine. “Hope so. It’s important tonight though, be on your A game, okay?”

  “I will, but tell me everything is okay, that you’re okay.”

  He doesn’t answer me, at least not right away. He lifts his chin slightly, his eyes shifting above my head, then he lowers his gaze to meet mine. “It’s fine.”

  It most definitely is not fine.

  “Go on, get ready.” Keith doesn’t say anything else. He turns and walks away from me.

  I watch him for a moment before I slip into the dressing room and set my bag down. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I look at my notifications and am surprised that there isn’t a text there waiting for me.

  Are you okay?

  JEFFERSON: Eating Hot Pockets watching a movie.

  What movie?

  JEFFERSON: Star Wars IV

  Take a shower and brush your teeth before bed. I’ll be home to make you breakfast before school.

  JEFFERSON: K

  I love you, punk.

  JEFFERSON: Yup.

  Punk is absolutely right. Putting my phone back in my bag, I start to get ready for the evening. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I frown. Taking my glasses off, I quickly slip my contacts in with a sigh. I hate wearing them, even if it’s just for the evening.

  I try not to think about anything, but visions of my life, of what it was supposed to be and what it isn’t, fill my head the second I see my reflection without my glasses on, knowing what is about to happen. This was not supposed to be my life, but then again, this wasn’t supposed to be Jefferson’s either.

  Reminding myself once again, as if I’d forgotten it somehow, this is for him, nobody else. This is to give him the things that he needs so that he never has to do anything like this, if he doesn’t want to, that is.

  PREZ

  The man across from me gulps as he closes his eyes. No doubt he thinks that his life is over. Though, to be fair, the life that he once knew is indeed… over.

  Clearing my throat, I lift my hands to my face, pressing them together as I watch him. Typically, I do not conduct club business at my garage, but I know that Luella isn’t going to be in today, and I didn’t want to do this at the clubhouse. I want to keep this separate, because though this involves the club, I’m not ready to go public with it yet.

  “What happens now?” he asks.

  “You have no way to pay me?”

  He shakes his head from side to side, tears welling in his eyes. “I owe too much on the building. I just have too much debt. I don’t have even a dime to my name left over at the end of the month.”

  Nodding my head a couple of times, my eyes focus on his. “What did you do with the money you borrowed?” I ask.

  Usually, I don’t give a shit what anyone does with anything. I loaned him the money. He did whatever the fuck he did with it. But this is different. I’m not going to just get some random property, a car, a house, whatever. I’m getting a fucking fully running business, one that I’m not sure I want.

  He clears his throat, shifting in his seat, looking supremely uncomfortable, which makes me think that he did something really fucking foolish with it.

  “I got a lead,” he begins. They always get a lead, it’s for different things, but the excuse is always the same. I don’t say that though. Instead, I listen intently as he continues. “Got a lead on some cryptocurrency and thought it was a sure thing.”

  “Yeah?” I ask.

  I know what it is, but I got no damn clue how the shit works, so I don’t even pretend like I do. I work with cash, that’s what I know, that’s what I care about. But I don’t say that, instead, I just listen to him and wait for whatever he’s going to say next. He shifts in his seat, yet again, clearing his throat as he does.

  “Yeah, it was a scam. A week after I transferred the money, everything just vanished. I won’t be able to pay you back, not at all. I got nothing but debt piled on debt.”

  Leaning back in my chair, I watch him for a moment. Everything that I’ve heard about the guy is that he’s decent. However, I can’t give him a break just because he got swindled, sucks that he fucked up, but business is business. It wasn’t his money to lose and not pay back.

  “I’ll come by the club tonight with a few of my men. We’ll make a decision on where to go from there.”

  He nods, standing to his feet. “Is there a chance that I’ll be able to keep it?” Keith is so hopeful that I almost tell him yes, just to say yes, because I have a feeling the moment I tell him the truth, his face is going to crumple.

  “Not a chance,” I say. “No way in fuck can you keep it, but maybe we can come up with some way to keep you involved, if that’s the route we take.”

  His eyes widen, then his brows knit together as he stands. He starts to walk toward the door, his hand wrapped around the knob when he pauses. He turns his head to look back at me, his eyes finding mine.

  “I thought you were going to kill me,” he says.

  I let out a chuckle. “Dead people can’t pay, Keith. Plus, I don’t kill people because they can’t pay a loan back. People would stop coming to me for loans if I did.”

  He lifts a shoulder in a shrug, then clears his throat. “Makes sense,” he murmurs.

  I watch as he walks out of the door, then I lean back in my chair, well Luella’s chair, and close my eyes. There’s a knock on the doorjamb a few moments later and I turn toward the sound, opening one eye as I look at the man standing in the doorway.

  He is watching me with an obvious question. There’s no doubt he recognized Keith, who just left the garage, and did so without taking a car with him, or dropping off keys. He’s going to demand an answer, curiosity no doubt overflowing.

  This deal with Keith was never made public, I made the executive decision to loan him the money, I thought it would be an easy investment considering his line of business, that he could and would pay it back quickly, but I was wrong a-fuckin'-gain.

  CHAPTER TWO

  PREZ

  “Wanna tell me why the owner of the T.N.A. was just in here?” Bowie asks, his shoulder leaning against the doorjamb as he watches me, his brows knitted together, his eyes on me and focused.

  Grunting, I stand and make my way
toward him. My fucking son-in-law, nosy as fuck too, at that. “That’s the stupidest fucking name. But he’s no longer the owner, well not after tonight.”

  “You shittin’ me?” Bowie asks, his eyes wide.

  My lips curve up into a grin. “Not shittin’ you. Handles is working up the documents right now. I’m going to get them signed tonight. T.N.A. is going to be owned by the Nasty Bastards MC.”

  “What the fuck we gonna do with a goddamn titty bar?” he asks.

  I can’t stop myself from laughing. I know that I’m over forty, but the name, that shit is still funny as hell, titty bar. Makes me laugh every goddamn time. He’s right though, it’s not a full-nude strip club, it’s just tits and ass, no cunt on display. And I got no fucking clue what the hell I’m going to do with it, either.