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

is Jenn’s uncle on her mother’s side. He has always pushed for me to find myself again since her death, and maybe find love because he knows that is what she would want for me.

“Okay, how about we get down to business, brother. The sooner I get this done, the sooner I can hit the road again,” I state and get off the stool just as he calls church.

Any thoughts of Eden are pushed down and buried under a ton of emotional rubble for now. I will sort through it one day. It is fucking crazy how much this woman has sunk her teeth into me, and she doesn’t even realize that she has done it.

6

The shit with Marica’s brother lasted a week just like I thought. He got mixed up with the wrong fucking crew and he took a beating for it, but that is what you get when you sling drugs and run money for a crew that is being watched by the FBI. He wasn’t one for keeping his wits about him and he got jacked, thankfully he survived and is okay.

The day after that shit was sorted, I got a text from the Phoenix charter run by their Pres, Colt. I have worked with this guy before and he is a cool cat, always putting his club first. The last I heard the fucker sent his VP’s niece down to the Fort Lauderdale charter, when his son and Pres, Magnum, bagged himself an Old Lady, a younger woman. Lucky prick.

He needs help, one of his shipments was intercepted by a young punk crew. He needs help tracking the fuckers down and getting his product back and by product I mean weed, some damned good variety of green.

Fucking kids these days, no damned respect, or manners.

Kids was something me and Jenn talked about, but we never got around to it, we had a scare here and there, but nothing came of it. We said that it will happen when it happens, but then she was snatched from me and I was resigned to the fact that I would never have kids, if Jenn couldn’t, then I wouldn’t.

On the ride to Phoenix to meet up with the Rugged Skulls MC, I let things flick through my mind, how things were with Jenn, how she made me feel, how Eden makes me feel and how every woman in between made me feel absolutely fuck all.

The things that Eden is making me feel is something that I never thought I would feel again, and it caught me off guard. That is why I needed to get the fuck away from her, before I said something or did something that would fuck things up.

I am sure that Eden fucks men passing through anyway, well that’s what I tell myself, but even as I think about it, my stomach burns with images, but I also know that she isn’t that type of woman.

Being on the road is a curse and a blessing and I have learned that the hard way. It gives you time to clear your head, make changes and plans but it also makes you think over the past and overthink the future.

Sometimes a man just wants the bike between his legs, the wind surrounding him and the sound of the pipes.

It takes a good few hours to get to the clubhouse, my back aches and my stomach is growling. I need a hot shower and a shit ton of food.

Arriving at the gates, I see a prospect and signal for him to open up. He nods his head and hits the button and the gates slowly slide to the side giving me room to ride through and park. He must have let Colt know I’m here, because the big fucker is coming out of the clubhouse, followed by some of his brothers.

“Nice to see you again, brother.”

“Same.” Colt hugs me, with slaps on my back and I pull back, pointing to his now gray beard. “You are getting old, old man.” I joke.

He slugs me in the shoulder playfully but fuck me he still packs a punch.

“Less of the old, fucker. My Old Lady doesn’t complain.” He winks at me and turns to introduce his men.

“Jonny, I want you to meet my VP, Crude. My SAA, Tiger, Road Captain, Max, and my Enforcer, Tank.”

I get a chin lift from each of them, Tank stands the fuck out because all the officers are as old as fuck, but Tank is maybe a few years younger than me.

“Let’s go to church and I will fill you in on everything and we can get a plan in order. Preacher is on his way, the prick can’t keep his nose out of anyone’s business. I swear he is like an old broad at a tea party, the way he gossips.”

“Yeah, when he isn’t fucking some pussy, or sucking cock,” Tank jokes, and everyone laughs with him.

Yeah, Preacher is bisexual, and the fucker doesn’t care who gets him off, just as long as they do.

We go into church and hash out a plan to get the green back. Everything is set in place when Preacher arrives with a new piece of ass on the back of his bike. It seems that she was left at the side of the road after taking a beating from her boyfriend.

Preacher was on his way here and he knew that the club would help her in any way they could. I also didn’t miss the way that Tank went out of his way to help her in the short time I am at the club, I think I see a claiming in their future.

Lilly and the other Old Ladies take care of Price, the girl Preacher rescued, so we can get this shit done, so I can get back on the road. Seeing everyone fuss around the girl, drinking, and being a fucking family makes my chest constrict in both pain and need. Not sure what I