Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition Elizabeth Knox (cheapest way to read ebooks .txt) 📖

He leans out the window and finds Winnie getting ready to hop on his bike. “Boy, if you crash my bike, I’ll beat the shit out of you. That’s not a joke. Don’t fuck up,” Brendan orders our newly patched in member.

I see Winnie swallow, I wouldn’t even lie and tell him that Brendan wouldn’t do that. He would. His bike means everything to him.

“We are going to move fast, I hope there are no cops,” Dela said out the window.

I dismissed her concerns, I knew all the cops in the county and none of them patrolled this backroad. “You going to be able to handle the truck at high speeds?” I was more concerned with her crashing with Brendan trying to go too fast.

She just chuckled. “Keep up.” She rolled up the window and peeled out.

If I didn’t think that my brother was bleeding to death in the front seat of that truck that would have been the most exhilarating ride of my life. Delaney can drive her fucking ass off. She took turns like a pro and even where there was traffic she didn’t slow and she rolled through smoothly as if they were standing still. If she could do that with a fucking truck I could only imagine what she would be able to do on a bike. Just the thought was enough to have me fantasizing about riding alongside her. Maybe in a race. The first one to lose would have to take their top off.

“Wyatt? You good?” a crackling voice popped in through the in-helmet headset. We were back in the clubhouse and everyone had gotten off their bikes but me. I was still just sitting there.

“Yeah, get Brendan,” I order before I hop off my bike and rush inside.

“You bastard, ease up. I’m fucking injured,” Brendan curses at Cody who is basically dragging him inside.

“Oh, shut the hell up, you’re such a baby,” Cody poked fun.

The fire is on and Spark was already sanitizing the metal object that is about to go into Brendan’s leg. He shoves it into the flame to wait for it to heat up.

“What else do we need to know about what they will do to get their members back?” I quickly turn to Dela who is just standing by waiting for us to do what we need to do to keep my brother alive.

“What do you mean?” she answers softly.

“I mean we ran into a bunch of women and a man. When we tried to get the women away, they freaked the fuck out and that is when the god damn arrows started flying. They killed their own man.” My fists were clenched at my sides. This was a fucking shit show. And one we couldn’t tell anyone about according to her.

“Did he talk to you?”

“What do you mean? He didn’t tell us anything.”

“He touched you then?” she asks again.

“Yeah, we fought.”

“He was tainted. He wouldn’t have been allowed back into the compound after touching a non-believer.” She shrugged, like this was completely normal.

“That’s fucking crazy,” Cody says.

“You have no idea.”

“Okay, it’s time, you ready?” Spark comes back with the bright red poker in his hand. His eyes glued to the ember color. Fucking flame head.

“Fuck no. Shit!” Brendan tried to move back but I knelt by his head and pushed down on his shoulders so he wouldn’t be able to get away.

“Here wait.” Dela bends down and starts unbuckling my belt.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask. This is definitely not how I imagined her trying to get my pants off.

She pulls the belt from the loops of my jeans roughly, it comes out with a loud pop.

“Your crotch is right near my head, you better be thinking about baseball or some shit,” Brendan groans out.

“Shut the fuck up. This is serious,” I say though on the inside I’m trying to remember the last time the Mets won the World Series and who the relief pitcher was.

“This will help with the pain.” Dela folds the belt up and shoves it between Brendan’s teeth. “Bite down on it. This is going to hurt but it should be over fast.” She stands up and moves away so Spark can get in the right position.

“Cody, Winnie, You have to keep his legs still or this shit is going to be so much worse,” Spark orders. His eyes completely focused on the wound on his brother’s leg.

“Hurry the fuck up. Let’s go,” I order Spark as Cody and Winnie basically throw themselves down on Brendan’s legs. My little brother’s eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched hard. Teeth biting down into the leather in his mouth.

“One, two . . .” Before Spark even finishes the word two, he shoves the poker into Brendan’s leg, catching him completely off guard.

“FUCK!!” a muffled scream leaves my brother’s mouth and we all fight to keep him still. The smell of sizzling meat fills the air and I have to fight my gag reflex, when I realize I’m actually smelling my little brother cook.

Spark quickly pulls the poker out and throws it away. “Done. I’m done.”

“Winnie and Cody get off,” I order

When they do, Brendan isn’t moving but his eyes are still squeezed shut.

“Bro, you okay? Talk.” I pull the belt from his mouth.

“I could use that to get information out of someone.” His voice is deep and shaky.

“You fucking sadistic bastard.” Cody stands up and walks away.

Brendan was going to be just fine.

11

I move myself into a more comfortable position. Usually my bed takes me right to sleep but tonight I can’t get even a minute of shut-eye. The shit that went down today was absolutely crazy and only further caused me to believe that our little town of Patis was far closer to danger than I wanted to believe. What did I have to tell my boss in order for him to take some action?

I stand and walk over to the back window that looks out