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

The blonde shuts her mouth and stares at Summer. If looks could kill, she’d definitely be buried six feet under. Maybe deeper. The hatred is strong with this one for some reason. This Falcon guy must be something special to her. Or, he’s beating the fuck out of her and making her do his bidding because he’s that weak he has to use a woman to do his dirty work.

“So, first thing I want to know is what this cocksucker already knows,” Summer demands, running the knife down the bitch’s leg.

Blood flows to the top of her skin as the blade slices just enough to make it hurt and bleed a little bit. We all listen as she hisses out her pain while the blonde begins to thrash against the chains holding her in place.

“H-He knows their normal delivery routines. The schedule they keep for weekly and bi-weekly deliveries. Not the routes or anything, but when they leave and get back,” she informs Summer.

“Shut the fuck up!” the blonde screeches. “Falcon told me you’d fumble and run your mouth.”

“Falcon is an asshole. He’s keeping her daughter from her,” she informs us, hanging her head down low. “She’s his ol’ lady and he’s reduced her to nothing more than a whore.”

“Fuck you!” the blonde cries out, trying to kick Summer since her feet aren’t tied down to anything.

“Keep talking,” Summer orders, turning her attention on the blonde before her.

While the brunette tells us everything Falcon knows, which really isn’t a lot, Summer begins to slice up the blonde. She runs the knife down every single part of her body, leaving not much skin untouched. Summer walks over and lays the bloodied knife down on a separate tray to be cleaned later on. Walking back over, she stops at the brunette.

“How do you guys get in contact with him? When are you supposed to check in again?” she demands.

“There’s a burner phone in our room. It’s hidden in the closet. We’re supposed to check in with him tomorrow,” she answers as Summer begins to pound away at the blonde.

“What happens if you don’t call him?” my girl questions her.

“He says he’ll kill my niece,” she answers, tears streaking down her face.

Skull nods his head and one of his guys leaves the room. He’s obviously going in search of the phone to make sure this bitch is telling the truth. I hope she is though I know she’s about to die either way. I don’t take my attention off Summer as she beats the shit out of the blonde who’s now hanging limp from the chains holding her wrists high above her head. Summer steps away and turns her attention toward the other sister.

“What’s the name of the club?” Summer asks, none of the men ever speaking because this is her show.

“It’s the Devil’s Turn MC,” she practically whispers.

“Is that all you know? Where is their clubhouse?” Summer questions her once more.

“They don’t have a clubhouse. There’s a bunch of abandoned farmland with a few houses on the property. That’s where they stay,” she answers. “I don’t know more than that. My sister is the one entangled with them, not me. She knows more information, but she won’t give it up. She’ll do anything to protect her baby girl.”

Summer turns to Skull. When he nods his head, she unleashes every pent-up emotion, aggression, and anything else she’s feeling on the two women. Screams pierce the air as she uses the sledgehammer to shatter their bones. After that, she pulls their fingers out of location and removes their nails. Summer doesn’t leave a single part of their bodies intact. It’s as if she becomes an entirely different person right in front of our eyes. This is worse than anything I’ve ever seen from her.

My mind shifts to wonder what’s going on in Summer’s head. I know each job takes a piece of her soul. It’s the only way she can get her emotions out though. She still grieves for Storm and uses those feelings to get her through each time she extracts information. Once she’s done, she’ll go take a shower and cry until she can’t find any more tears to shed. There will be no sex tonight as I curl around her body and fill her with my own strength. At least that’s what’s happened in the past when I’ve been with her.

I don’t take my eyes off of Summer as she takes the lives of the two women in this dark, damp room. Stepping back, I pull her into my arms and hold her as Skull begins to give orders to the rest of his men down here. They’ll wrap the bodies up and the Prospects will dispose of them. Nodding my head at Skull, I pick Summer up in my arms and take her from the room. Blaze got a room for us earlier and that’s where I take her.

“I’ll get her bag from your bike and leave it just inside the door. Let me know how she’s doin’ later on,” Blaze tells me.

He knows how much this takes out of her. She won’t drink, party, eat, or do much of anything else for a long time. I’m not even sure she’ll do anything when we get to the rally. That’s how much it takes out of her.

Once in the bathroom, I turn on the shower before taking her clothes off. I strip down as she stands in front of me. The bathroom is already filling with steam. Helping her, Summer and I get in the shower and I push her gently under the water. It soaks her blood covered body so I can wash her hair before taking care of her delicate skin. Summer barely moves and doesn’t say a word to me as I wash and rinse her hair and body. She crumbles to the floor, pulling her knees up and hugging them to her chest