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

nephew, who everyone in town fears, so they need an outsider to come in and take care of the infestation.

I see a sign for a bar and motel just a little further up the highway, so I decide to stop there for some food and a drink, maybe even stay the night. It has been weeks since I got my dick wet, maybe I can find some chick to bang to help with my sleep tonight.

When Jenn died, I lost all feeling in my dick for a few years, then I met an old codger on the road, and he told me that life was too short to not sow my wild oats as he said. He told me that like his late wife, my Jenn wouldn’t want me to live my life alone and that I should find a nice lady to settle down with, but I know my heart wasn’t ready for it back then, but now and then the thoughts do flicker through my mind.

What scares the fuck out of me is loving someone again and having her taken from me, that is why I think my black heart stays black. It is safer for my soul and my insanity, because after Jenn died, I lost myself so deep, I think it will take a fucking angel to pull me out.

Before long, the building comes into view and I glide my bike into the parking lot next to it and shut down my bike, then climb off and stash my helmet in one of my saddlebags.

Stepping closer to the door, the loud music of old school rock fills my hearing and I smile at the memories that they bring. Jenn loved old school rock, she was a huge fan of Queen and Def Leppard. I took her to a concert or two of theirs and she would be horny for weeks after, thanking me for the memories.

My hand rests on the huge oak wood door and I push it, letting my senses be assaulted by the smell and sound of the bar. The room is packed, tables are full, the bar looks like it is the hot place to be since there is no available space there. Bikers mixed with bikers. Bikers and civilians mingle in the room, but no fighting is breaking out, thank fuck.

“We are a neutral bar. If you don’t like it, tough shit. You can stay or fuck off.” Comes a voice so fucking angelic my cock weeps to hear more.

What the fuck?

I frown and look to my right where the bar is situated and see the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and that is saying something since Jenn was as hot as they come with her biker chick style and attitude.

But this chick, fuck me on a stick, she was beyond hot, with that casual girl next door look, with curves for days, something that I never go for. The women I bang, are always caked in makeup and wearing next to nothing. I made sure that no woman that rode my dick looked like my dead wife, and this woman meets that criteria as well.

She is wearing a white t-shirt that has a V-neck, giving me a glimpse of her well-rounded tits, and jeans from what I can tell from her position behind the bar. Her hair is different shades of blonde, some light and some darker, it suits her along with the barely there makeup.

“Not here to cause shit. Just need some food, a drink, and a room for the night, babe.” I smile at her, not wanting to piss her off straight away.

“Not your ‘babe’,” she states, and I smile and give her a nod.

“No problem. Can I get a beer, please? Is the kitchen still open?”

“It is. We don’t do many options. So it’s burger and fries, wings or tacos.” She shrugs unapologetically.

“I’ll take a burger with fries and the wings, with a beer then.” She gives me a nod and hands me a bottle, before walking over to the hatch and putting my order in.

While I wait for my food I down the beer and go to order another, but she slides another in front of me offering me a small smile. Dipping my chin in thanks, I down more than half the bottle, thinking I need something stronger tonight.

“Can I get a whiskey?” I call out to her.

With no reply she gets my drink then steps up to my place at the bar, sliding the glass toward me. Not what I was expecting but she leans her forearms on the bar-top and smiles at me.

“What brings you around here.” She looks at my cut and sees the ‘Nomad’ patch. “Nomad?” she finishes off her sentence, and I chuckle.

“Passing through,” is all I say. Most people mixed in the MC world know what most Nomads do. Some just travel around, getting odd jobs to get by and some are like me, who help out clubs they are affiliated with. Each of us have our own purpose in life.

Mine is to take down as many dirty motherfuckers as I can.

The black takes over, the demons come out to play and I blackout. When I come to, there is usually a body that can’t be put back together or recognized. The rage that fuels me stems from losing Jenn and the shitty reason that led to her death.

A senseless death is one of the worst. Any death for the wrong reasons is fucked up, and you can always guarantee it is the good ones that are taken from us and the dirty cunts get away with everything.

“I see. You on a job?” the beauty asks, and I smile at her.

“Maybe. I’m Jonny, by the way.” I hold my hand out for her which she takes. Her grip is firm as she shakes it, but I don’t miss the jolt of lightning that zaps up my arm and down through my gut and settles in my balls.

Holy motherfucking