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

Now, everything has changed and we both have some decisions to make regarding our future. Whether we stay together or drift apart. Whatever the case may be, I’ll never keep his children from him. Dozer will be a great dad and his children deserve to have him in their lives.

As the technician leaves the room, Dozer carefully pulls me into his arms. He kisses me, being careful to not damage my lips any more than they already are.

“I love you, Summer. And we’re goin’ to make this work. You’ll see,” he assures me after pulling back from my lips. “Thank you for givin’ us this miraculous gift.”

Nodding my head, I let the tears fall down my face. I don’t want to let Dozer go. I’ve loved him for so long. He supports me and lets me live my life the way I want to. I trust him enough to be on the road for such long stretches without me by his side. He won’t cheat on me or let the sluts at other clubs get near his body. We respect one another and he’s always the man who has held my heart in his hands. There will never be another for me.

“Don’t cry, baby. We’ll figure things out. I’ll call Grim before you get out of here and we’ll see what’s goin’ to happen. I’m ready to settle down in one place and you’ll see that,” he says, kissing me once more. “I won’t regret you, leave you, or come to resent you or our children.”

I can’t say a word in response. There’s nothing to say right now. Only time will tell how things will play out between Dozer and me. For now, the only thing I have to worry about is healing and making sure nothing more happens to our children. I’ll protect them with everything I have in me. I already love them so much and it will only continue to grow as my pregnancy progresses.

Dozer holds me in his arms for what seems like hours. When he pulls back, the cart is placed in front of me so I can finally eat my lunch. It’s not much, but I need the nutrients to feed the babies. So, I’ll eat it, even if it hurts to sit up at all. Dozer keeps a watchful eye on me as I finish everything on the tray before pushing it to the side.

The rest of the day, we sit with one another. There’re no interruptions except for the nurses coming to check on me. I take my medicine when I need and spend time on and off sleeping. This is what my body needs right now and I’m not going to fight it as I would normally do. Dozer doesn’t leave my side at all as we simply spend our time together. He’s there when I wake up and holding my hand when I fall asleep to whatever movie is playing on TV. Maybe we can make it work.

The End . . . For Now!

Battle Born MC Series

A Battle Born MC NovellaScarlett Black

Acknowledgments

Cover Art: Opium House Creatives

Cover Image: Lindee Robinson

Content/Developmental Editing: Rogue Readers

Editing: Rebecca Ernst Vazquez

Note to the readers,

This book can be read as a standalone. However, for the best reading experience it should be read after book 8, Claiming His Forever. This is a spin-off novella from the Battle Born MC Series.

“Learn this well, the last ride is never the last ride. And the end is not the end.”

Richard Rowland

Blurb

One night with the right person can change everything. It set mine and Angie’s pasts and future on a collision course with no return. Fate doesn’t wait for us to be ready. It takes you by the balls and twists until you make a move. My life was changed with a decision to have a drink with a beautiful siren. I wanted one night, and not forever.

I didn’t find out about the consequences of our choices until months later. I didn’t want to love her, but I had no choice. She buried herself into my life. I needed her and everything a future with her offered. A chance at what I believed to be impossible, a family.

One more kiss and promise, and she’ll be mine with a twist of luck.

Prologue

Cowboy

Three months ago . . .

Sipping my beer, I look around in disgust. Yea, I’m a grumpy fuck who isn’t in the mood for this little shindig. The back of the clubhouse is packed with family and friends of the bride and groom. Groaning as if I was in deep pain, I take a long pull of my drink. Happy, love-crazed couples litter the backyard. Lights are hung up and fucking flowers are everywhere. Spider, the lucky fuck, only because Jazzy is a hot chick, got hitched and branded his woman.

Granted, it was a few months back, but here we are celebrating the happy couple. There was no wedding, not in the traditional sense. That’s a story for love-crossed fools with hearts in their eyes. That shit will never be me. However, months back, I can remember their wedding—was a party I was down for. Beer, bitches, and bud were flowing, and after the Ol’ Ladies left, the afterparty started. My cock stirs just thinking about the strippers who showed us a good night.

I guess Fuego, the Sacramento Prez and Jazzy’s uncle, thought it fit to throw her a big reception regardless. I’m not bitter that Spider ended up with her, not one bit. The way I see it, I helped to light a fire under his ass to go get her. If he hadn’t . . . fool never saw what was right in front of his face all along. No, my sigh is because it’s going to be a long night ahead, being polite and shaking hands.

I’m preparing myself for the inevitable disappointment—a lonely trip to bed alone.

That is until I catch an unknown dark-haired beauty in a short dress sitting alone at