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

what to do about it. So, for now, I keep my mouth shut and continue making memories with the one person who loves all my flaws and imperfections.

“We have to make a pit stop today. Instead of getting to the rally today, we’ll be there tomorrow or the day after. Your services are requested,” he informs me, sliding his phone back in his pocket.

“For whom?” I question him, not sure I’m ready for another job right now.

“A club Blaze associates with every now and then. You’ve never been there. It’s the Renegade Outlaws MC,” he informs me, picking up our small bags while I make sure we’re not forgetting anything.

“Who’s the President?” I ask, knowing I’ve never heard of them before.

“Skull just took over the role. Bullet, the former President, was killed and two of the whores had a hand in it. They don’t know if the members know yet though,” he informs me what little he knows.

“How do they know it was them, then?”

“Cameras picked up a conversation they were havin’ about it. Mom, Bullet’s ol’ lady, wants it taken care of slowly and painfully. Are you up for it?” he questions me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his body as we make our way to check out.

“Yeah.”

It took us hours to get to the Renegade Outlaws clubhouse. I’ve never seen so many bikes when there isn’t a party going on in my life. Though, with Bullet just being buried, I’m sure there is one going on. I don’t like a lot of witnesses to what I do. Not many people are supposed to know. This started out as something I did for the Wild Kings and now I do it for multiple clubs all over the place.

Dozer parks next to Blaze as the rest of the guys pull in line with them. Getting off the bike, we walk in together as a small group. Music is blaring from the speakers and people are all over the place. The courtyard, if you could call it that, is filled with bikers, women, and people who are associates of the club. As Blaze leads us into the common room, there are more bodies, sex, people playing pool, and more sitting around in groups while drinking.

The clubwhores are out in full. Walking around the club, if they aren’t already fucking one of the members, in nothing but their birthday suit. This is not how I do business and Dozer and Blaze know this. I’m ready to turn around and get the fuck outta here. The only thing stopping me is Dozer’s arm around my shoulders. He’s got me glued to his side so I can’t run off. However, I can feel the anger radiating from his body as we continue to walk through the building.

When we come to a stop at the bar, it’s only seconds before a woman is plastered against my man. This is not gonna fucking fly.

“Do you not have eyes?” I question her, my tone harsh and lethal.

“Excuse me, bitch,” she says, still not taking her eyes from Dozer as her hand reaches out to grab his jean covered dick.

Grabbing her hand, I squeeze it and twist her wrist until she’s looking up at me. Tears of pain are filling her eyes and I have no remorse.

“First of all, you don’t ever call me a bitch. I’m an ol’ lady whether it’s for this club or another one. Second of all, you touch my man again and I’ll wipe the floor of this clubhouse with your dried out, over-dyed extensions until nothing remains of your skin. Is that understood?” I growl out, my face in hers as the room is suddenly filled with silence.

“What the fuck is goin’ on over here?” a large man with a bald, tattooed head walks over to us.

“Your skank thinks she can touch my man. It’s not gonna happen,” I tell him, still not letting go of the bitch or looking at whoever is talking.

I only know what he looks like because he’s in my peripheral. My surroundings are always checked so I don’t get into trouble of any kind. No one is gonna sneak up on me. Cal started hammering that lesson in my head while Dozer finished it.

“Who the hell are you?” another voice demands of me.

“Summer.”

“You’re early,” the first man says, losing the anger to his tone.

“Skull, good to see you. Sorry about Bullet,” Blaze says, pulling the man in for one of those man hug things.

“He lived a full life. Mom is around here somewhere. She’d love to see you,” he says, looking around the packed room.

“We’re early because we have business waitin’ on us at the rally. Are you guys headin’ there?” Blaze asks the man still standing in front of us. “Summer, I think you can let her go now.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Letting go of the girl, she rubs her wrist, glaring at me the entire time. Finally, she wanders away from our small group as the music begins playing again. Slowly conversations resume and everyone takes their eyes off me. I hate being the center of attention. That’s why I don’t do business like this. If I’d known what I was walking into, I would have sent one of my girls.

Three other women help me take out the trash. They aren’t affiliated with clubs in any way. I’ve met them over the years traveling with Dozer. Autumn is a master with knives. Desiree is a wonder with fire. Calli is great when it comes to dragging out a person’s torture. Me, I do a little bit of everything. It all depends on the situation and what’s going on in my head at the time.

“Why don’t we talk in my office for a bit?” Skull asks, keeping his attention on me once again.

Blaze, Dozer, and I follow him. When we get to the beginning of the hallway, Skull lets us in his office before closing and locking the door behind him. I