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

stupid fucking condition. You are nothing more than a slab of warm meat that my shitfaced brothers can drop their dick into. Nothing more. An absolute coyote ugly, who the fuck did I screw last night no standards. I’m here to tell you that any of my fucking brothers would rather gnaw their dick clean off than pound it into your worn-out STD-ridden pussies again.”

“Get the fuck out, you damn ignorant sluts.” He added the last part, slamming the door behind them, and locked it with a wink.

“Good riddance, right?” He clapped his hands together, wiping them against each other as he passed me and poked me with the tip of his finger as a kid would do.

“Damn ignorant sluts,” I repeated his words with a laugh. There is no doubt in my mind he had reacted in this manner completely for my benefit. Not his. Actually, that isn’t the full truth. Lathe had about as much tolerance for those bimbo patch chasers as I did. What could I say? I taught him well. I smiled with a sense of admiration while he kicked random shit across the public area of the clubhouse. I couldn’t bring better things into Cobra’s life no matter how much I tried. He was too far gone when we met. Lathe is another beast entirely.

He’s like the son I never had. During his probation period, for whatever reason, he looked to me for guidance, not his big brothers as every other prospect had. I should have questioned it, but it’s nice to be valued. A lot of the brothers rode him for how protective he grew over me, but in reality, they all were. I’m a good fifteen years older than Lathe, so as soon as my eyes zeroed in on him, I knew I would protect him as much as I’m able. It came naturally to me.

The club life definitely isn’t for the weakhearted, and the kid had already lived through shit no person should have to. All it took was one night, a bottle of Jack, and one heavy heart-to-heart for me to find a purpose for him. I looked out for him back then, and we’d both been taking turns doing it for one another ever since.

I climbed onto my usual stool and tapped two fingers against the bar. It isn’t my responsibility to place judgment on any of the guys in the club, but that didn’t mean I’m perfect. Occasionally, I did. Especially when it came to my ex-husband. He held a different position in my mind than the rest of the brothers did. I considered each and every one of them as family. What they did on their own time or where they parked their dicks is none of my concern. Until they made it my business. The only brother I even slightly cared about who is in their bed is the one I had been married to, Cobra. What could I say? Old habits had a habit of clinging to their fucking life, and the fuckers wouldn’t die. No matter how much I wanted to destroy the connection between us, I couldn’t. It’s like trying to split one single strand of hair in half with a chainsaw. Impossible and unbelievably fucking complex, despite every way we approached it, mayhem is always the ending we found. Regardless of the many times, I reminded myself that I didn’t care what Cobra is doing with his life, I did. I couldn’t help it.

After Cobra and I separated, I swore to stay away from anything club-related, but by that point, my life was far too interwoven with the MC to ever detach myself from them. Every aspect of my livelihood somehow led back to this tribe of scattered rebels. They were my family, and when I tried to imagine life without them, I couldn’t see the picture clearly. Every frame to pass through my mind somehow bent itself to involve these deviants. I am screwed and didn’t know what else to do with my life. I used to be someone’s old lady and a sister to the brothers, but at that moment, I didn’t have a title on my back to give me a placement. Thankfully, I’m not the only one with sentiment dwelling within their heart. The brothers came to me one night and invited me to stay in the family. Of course, the whole thing pissed Cobra off beyond belief, but he’s the minority with his opinion. I would be lying if I ever admitted that fact alone didn’t make me smile inside.

My ex-husband and I had a mutual understanding. We steered clear of each other as much as possible. We both had to face the reality that we both held a valuable position in this club, whether either of us liked it or not. It’s not a typical scenario. It’s just how things had to be. That didn’t stop my hatred from growing more and more each time I’m forced to witness these little sugar-coated whores leaving his room. We all knew what happened last night, but it didn’t make it easier to swallow the fact he’d moved on and that I had not completely. Somewhere inside the deep and intentionally forgotten fractures of my thoughts, these memories that we made together were always going to be there. They often captured me as a prisoner to the past and left me begging the future for just one more second with him. It is in those seconds I hated myself for wanting someone who’s no longer mine. At times, certain people walk into your life, and you never expected the change they bring forth. Yet, it’s those who were capable of altering your life that you couldn’t live without. No matter the circumstance or where time had stopped ticking, the feelings you carried within remained in your heart, even when you didn’t wish for them to.

Cobra is the first person that I ever loved and the man who took