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

bunch of whorehouses and run a fuck load of guns. They maybe a bunch of misfits but they treat their women good, no fucker hurts them, and they get paid well.

I despise hurting women and children.

Pulling up at the gate to the MC, I take a quick look around and see that this place is falling apart and considering how much money they make this place should look like Buckingham Palace.

“Tell Oil I’m here.”

The prospect at the gate takes out his cell and makes the call. Oil doesn’t take long before he comes out and waves his hand for the young buck to open the gates. My bike rolls into the yard and I park off to the right, away from the members’ bikes.

“Jonny, aka Nomad of the Road. How the fuck are ya, brother?”

I smile at the old bastard and reply, “I’m good, old man, how the fuck are you? How’s that hot little Old Lady that you claimed?” I joke. He growls at me but with a smile on his face.

His Old Lady is fifteen years younger than him, but hell she can handle a bunch of fucked up bikers, plus she loves Oil and he her. He slings his arm around my shoulders and leads me into the clubhouse. The main room is packed with members, Old Ladies and clubwhores. Smoke fills the room, along with the old-time rock music playing on the speakers.

“She is good, brother. In her favorite place behind the bar. She loves giving me head behind there, that is why it is her favorite place.” He laughs as we step up to the bar. The hot as fuck redhead leans on the bar, her tits almost falling out of the leather top she is wearing.

“Baby, you brought me a new toy?” she says to Oil, winking at me, and I swear to fuck I almost choke on my saliva. There is no way in fucking hell Oil would share this piece of ass, if he did then he is stupider than I thought.

Seeing her bright blue eyes makes me think of Eden. Is she pissed I left without waking her? Does she even care?

Oil leans over and grabs her by the back of her neck, so they are nose to nose.

“You will pay for that later, woman,” he tells her, and her smile widens before she slams her mouth onto his. Everyone cheers around us and I smile at the brotherhood they have.

Finally, they part and both turn to smile at me.

“Jonny, brother, meet my Old Lady and soon to be lawful wife, Marica. Baby, this is Jonny. He is a Nomad and rides free helping out MCs when they need it. He is here to help deal with the shit your brother caused.”

“Nice to meet you, Jonny. Hopefully, you can help my brother out.”

I shake her hand and return the greeting.

“Nice to meet you, babe. I hope this old coot isn’t causing you too much trouble,” I joke. “I will do my best. Do we need church for me to be filled in, or can you talk freely here?”

A hand touches my arm and I turn my head to see a chick standing next to me. She has her makeup caked on, her hair high, and it looks like it is stuck in place.

“Hey, handsome, I’ve not seen you here before.”

“Back off, Cindy,” Marica snaps. Cindy scowls at Marica, but she doesn’t flinch.

“Just because you are fucking Pres, that doesn’t mean you get to control who the other brothers fuck.”

Before Oil or Marica pipes up, I stand and grip the bitch by her throat. Her eyes go wide in fear and so they fucking should.

“Watch your fucking mouth, cunt. You don’t ever disrespect the President’s Old Lady, you hear me?” She gives me a nod. I push her away and she almost topples to the floor in her ridiculous shoes she is wearing.

“Out. Come back when you have a better attitude, bitch, and take your little slugs with you,” Marica shouts after the woman, who scurries off.

I look toward her, then to Oil who is beaming with pride but also tugging at his crotch. Fuck me, that is not something I want to see.

“She’s a good one,” I comment, and he winks.

“Fuck yeah, she is. You should see what she can do with her—”

Marica slaps her hand over his mouth and we erupt into laughter.

“If you want my mouth to work tonight, I suggest you shut yours right now, honey.” Marica’s voice is low and firm and I swear I think any man would bow to her every command with that tone.

“I love you, baby,” he tells her, making her eyes go soft, and she says it back to him.

“You got a woman yet?” Oil asks then takes a pull from the beer his woman set down for him.

“Nah. You know how I am, always busy, always riding.” The whiskey burns my throat as it goes down, but I tap the glass for Marica to top me off. “Thanks, babe.”

“Jonny, you are what, closing in on forty. Aren’t you bored of the road yet? The solitude? I mean you can still settle down with a woman and do jobs when called on.” I know Oil means well but my skin itches when thinking about staying in one place.

I have been a Nomad for so many years it is ingrained in me now. The road is my peace, my Garden of Eden, so to speak. Fucking hell, Eden.

Every chance she pops into my head and I know that she has gotten under my skin but that doesn’t stop me from pushing any sort of feelings down because I need to do a job right now and she is a huge ass distraction that I do not need.

“One day. I am not ready yet,” I tell him, and he nods.

“Jenn would want you to find someone to spend the rest of your days with, Jonny. You know she would.” Did I mention that Oil