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

feet and bends over to kiss me on the lips. The softness of her has me groaning as my dick jolts against my boxer briefs.

“I’ll see you later,” she tells me, a soft smile on her plump lips.

“Yeah, I’ll be here,” I assure her and watch her leave. Once I’m alone, I close my eyes and ponder just what is going to happen between us. It’s not enough for me to say I want her. I’ll need to prove to her mother that I’m good for Trinity, and that’s where the problem lies. If I don’t believe it, how do I make Tawny believe it?

Epilogue

Trinity

Pushing open the door, I take in the room I’ve spent my life in. My books are still scattered on the desk, my windows shut, but the curtains open, just how I left them the last time I was in here.

My bedroom feels foreign as I move deeper into the space, even though it’s not been that long since I slept in my bed. I wanted to sit down with Mom, but she’s not home, so I take the opportunity to lie down for a rest.

The moon shines in the sky, reminding me of when I was a kid and Dad would teach me about the constellations. Silence hangs heavily in the air, and I close my eyes to think about just where he’s gone. He was so happy spending time with me under the stars. When he would tell me stories about the alignment and how things always work out.

Most girls I met while I was still at school left and went on to move to big cities, and each time another one left. They spoke about having more money, more friends, and a lifestyle of busy days and even busier nights.

I was only sixteen at the time, but that didn’t appeal to me. Small town living was my joy. I was safe here—nothing bad ever happened in Anchor Bay.

Until my father walked out.

There wasn’t a fight. No arguments between him and Mom the night before. I didn’t hear them talking, even after Mom came home. Most nights, Dad would stay up waiting for her to walk in, yet that night, all I heard was silence.

“No!” My mother’s voice shatters that familiar silence. The jarring shout has me on alert as my heart leaps into my throat, beating a wild rhythm which threatens to choke me.

A slam of the front door shatters the memory of the past, and I’m torn back to the present. Scooting up in bed, I stay still. The sounds of footsteps move through the living room and into the kitchen. The heavy boots of a man along with my mother’s heels clicking against the tiles alert me that she’s not alone.

“Listen to me,” Snake’s voice comes from downstairs. “Please, Tawny.” His pleading tone is filled with anguish. I’ve never heard him like that before. He’s always been the strong leader the guys needed, but right now, there’s a humanness to him, which makes my ears prick.

“No. I’m done listening to you and to the lie I’ve been hiding from my daughter for her whole life,” Mom responds, her tone a dark hiss of rage. A lie? What can she be talking about? “It’s done. I’ll talk to her and tell her the truth. She’s old enough to know, and I’m no longer hiding it from her.”

Pushing to my feet, I take a few tentative steps toward the open bedroom door. Silence is all I’m met with until I hear Snake. “Then I want to be here when you tell her.”

“Fine.” Mom sounds so resolute, which makes me nervous. “Then I’ll call her, and we can sit her down. This isn’t going to be easy.”

Anger settles in my stomach, twisting and turning as I step over the threshold on shaky legs, and I walk out onto the landing. Taking the stairs slowly, I stop when I reach the bottom and find Snake and Mom standing in the kitchen, a bottle of bourbon between them with double shots in glasses.

“What’s going on?” My question hangs in the air, but they don’t respond. “Why are you talking about me? What secrets are you hiding?” Moving closer, I notice Snake’s gaze flitting to Mom before he looks back at me.

“I think it’s something your mother needs to sit you down and talk about.”

“No. I don’t want to sit down. I need you to tell me what the hell is going on.” I fold my arms across my chest in an attempt to hold myself together because all I can think about is that this must have to do with my dad. Perhaps they know where he’s gone or why he left. “Tell me!”

“Trin,” Mom starts, taking a step toward me, but I take one back, needing the space. I don’t want to be held or consoled because I don’t know the truth. Clearly. “I was young, and stupid, and I should’ve sat you down before your father left.”

“You weren’t stupid. We all decided to keep this secret.”

“What fucking secret?” My voice is shrill. The pain in my chest only seems to steal my breath. My hands shake when I release them from being wrapped around me, and with a glance between both my mother and Snake, I know neither of them want to do this, to tell me the truth.

“Listen to me, Trinity,” Mom finally says. “Speaking to me like that is unacceptable.”

“Oh? And lying to me my whole life is okay?” I bite out, fisting my hands at my sides, knowing that I’m pushing my luck, but if I don’t, I doubt I’ll ever learn the truth.

“No. It’s not okay, and I should never have done it.” Mom’s admission is pained, her words a mere whisper. “I knew it was wrong the moment I decided to do it.”

“If you don’t tell me right now, I’ll walk out, and I won’t come back.” The threat causes my mom’s gaze to drop to the