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

“Nomads are coward cunts, who desert their clubs, their families,” he spits out, and I see five of his men come to his back, ready for a fight, I can see it in their eyes.

“I left for my own reasons, not to abandon my club. Revenge was in my sights,” is all I say, and he doesn’t give a shit.

Eden pops up next to him on his side of the bar and my fists clench that she is so close to a volatile biker in this second, because it looks like he is ready to burst in anger.

“No biker, no true biker should go Nomad. EVER.” He lunges for me over the bar, but I dodge his grip.

He tries again, but Eden pulls the back of his jeans, making him fall on his ass. One of his brothers swings at her and my heart lurches in my chest as I vault over the bar and slam my fist into his face, cold clocking the motherfucker.

A scream, a cry in pain echoes around the room and I turn to see Eden on the floor holding her eye, blood slipping down her cheek, with one hand while using the other hand to hold off the fucker who is beating on her. He reaches into the back of his jeans and I fear the worst, he is going to kill her.

Before I can react, one of the biker vets, tackles him to the floor and starts pummeling the cunt. Hit after hit, his fist connects with the biker’s face. Blood covers his face and his arms are now limp at his side. Blinking, I look down to Eden and move.

All hell is breaking out around me, but all I can think of is Eden, getting to her and making sure she is safe. Pushing bodies out of the way, I scoop her up and leave the brawl behind me. Calling to one of the men I know.

“Make sure this ends and get everyone out. Shut the place down.”

Charging down the hall and up the stairs I take two at a time, even with Eden in my arms. She doesn’t cry, she just holds onto me like a lifeline. My heart beats against her body, I can feel her heart beating through her body as it vibrates.

Reaching her office, I set her down on the small couch she has there, and I go about finding a first aid kit to clean her up. I find one in the cabinet under the sink in the small bathroom she has attached to her office. Why didn’t I use this shower? The question pops into my head for some random reason.

“Here, let me see.” I move her hand that is covered in blood. I wince when I see the gash that is there.

“It’s okay,” she tells me, her voice so soft I can barely hear it. My heart fucking breaks seeing her in pain, and the fear that is showing also.

Eden never shows fear, but tonight must have scared her.

I clean up her face, feeling her eyes on me while I clean her up. Luckily for her, she doesn’t need stitches just some butterfly ones, which I apply. Her hand comes up to cup my jaw, forcing my gaze to meet hers and my heart constricts in my chest.

The love shining through has me moving away a fraction, but Eden doesn’t let me get far.

“I thought he would hurt you or worse when I saw him lunge for you. I had to stop him,” she tells me, again her voice soft but firm.

“That was a stupid thing to do, getting involved. You never get involved when bikers fight, Eden. It was fucking reckless,” I spit out, my anger boiling over again.

My face burns with anger as much as my blood. My chest is heaving, and my heart wants out of my chest. The last time I felt this similar rage was when Jenn got killed. I know Eden is still alive and in front of me but fuck me it could have ended much worse.

I could be holding her dead body right now, if that bastard had got more hits in or pulled a knife or a gun.

“I thought I could help. I was protecting you,” she screams back at me.

Tears fall from her eyes; eyes that show fear and defiance.

“I don’t need protecting, I am fine on my own.”

I let out a laugh but nothing she said was funny. My hands rest on my hips and I step back. Looking around the room, looking anywhere but at her, because I need to control my anger. She cries softly, trying to not let go full blown ugly cry.

My heart cracks even more, when I look at her. Her eyes are closed, tears wet her cheeks, some mix with the blood that is still leaking from the small gash. Red and puffy eyelids, her lips are swollen from her biting and licking, but also from being punched, maybe slapped.

Her shoulders bounce from her crying and something snaps inside of me. The need to protect her overwhelms me and scares the fucking shit out of me. Stepping closer, between her thighs, I pull her into my arms, and hold her tight. Her arms wrap around me, securing me to her, like she is afraid I will leave.

Leave?

Fuck why does that sound like the best thing to do?

She has evoked so many feelings inside of me, I can’t fucking see straight. Tonight was the icing on the cake, seeing her getting hurt, or possibly more if someone had jumped in to help, made me realize that I can’t lose someone I love again.

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My fist slams into the rat that I am holding with my other hand. He is my latest job, he raped the Mayor’s daughter and the police had fuck all to go on, so I was drafted in to take care of the little problem.

The local club needed to stay