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

clear of this, because of some trumped up DEA charge so here I am, taking my frustration out on this cunt.

“You need to learn that little girls are not to be touched, fucker.” I punch him in the jaw again, and he falls to the floor.

Using my foot I press down on his throat and he chokes for air, but I press harder, knowing that this is what he did to that poor little girl. Wrapping his hands around her throat and making her beg for her life. She got away while he was sleeping, passed out from whatever drugs he took, the little darlin’ had the sense to tie the fucker up with some rope, the same rope he used to take her.

She is doing well, thank fuck and is happy to move on with her life. She is a brave little girl, strong with a loving, supporting family surrounding her to help.

His eyes are wide, blood coats his face. I see the light fade from his eyes as the life drains from him. His body goes completely limp beneath my boot, and I smile a sadistic smile down at him, knowing that he will never hurt anyone ever again.

People like him are fucking cowards and should be punished accordingly, if you ask me.

I crouch down and check his pulse, makings sure that the dirty bastard is, in fact, dead, then using the same boot I used to end his life, I roll him into the water. Glancing across the water and the bush, I see the water ripple and I know that these big boys will have a beast of a meal tonight.

Walking over to the truck I used to cart the guy here, I pull my duffle bag across the seats and pull out some clothes to clean the blood off my hands, making sure that I don’t have any cuts on me, that I might have left on him. The gators are good at eating the evidence, but nothing is ever fully guaranteed or in your control.

Once I am cleaned up, I pull out my burner phone and send the text.

Unknown: Plants have been fed.

Unknown: Thanks. Dough is being settled.

Pulling the sim card out of the device, I snap it and then drop the phone to the ground and stamp on it, cracking the screen and trashing the device.

Picking up the pieces I get into the truck, start her up, and drive away, dropping pieces of the phone out the window and into the water as I go. Nothing will link me, the local club, or the Mayor to this job, and that is the way it should be. My bank account is looking rather fucking fat these days.

It has been three months since I fled Eden’s bed yet again, and my heart aches more today than it did that night, but I can’t seem to find it in me to go back to her. I dream of her; I see her in people walking past me.

Her scent invades my senses when I am out riding and I have to stop and look around for her, but I never see her because she is never with me. She is back at the Road Hound, hundreds of miles away from wherever I am.

I made sure of it.

This is my last job, I made sure to have the rumor spread. I am still a Nomad, but I am no longer a gun for hire. Helping clubs out with minor issues will be my main focus, but I will no longer be killing anyone, unless one of mine gets hurt.

Jenn has also been in my dreams a lot over the last three months and she has told me on many occasions that she is disappointed in me, with the man I have become and that is what led me to my decision to take a step back.

I am on my way back to my old club for some downtime, this old fucker needs to rest up. My back and shoulders hurt like a bitch, my beard needs a good fucking trim because it is almost touching my chest, and do not get me started on my hair.

Pulling into the clubhouse, the prospect pulls the gate open, my old Pres, Bucky, is standing there waiting for me, Drake, and Ice close by. They smile at me as I get out of the truck and they surround me, giving me hugs and pats on the back, you know in a manly way.

“Hey, fuckface. How was the ride?” Bucky asks when he pulls away.

I smile at him and sling my arm around his neck.

“It was good. Needed.,” is all I say.

We walk into the clubhouse and I have to squint as my eyes adjust to the dim lighting, completely forgetting how dark it gets in here. They don’t have full lights, they have lamps plotted around the main room, with some random novelty lights and twinkly lights that the Old Ladies added over the years.

The pool table is currently being used as a fuck bed, as one of the members fucks a clubwhore over it, while she sucks another guy off.

“Nothing changes I see,” I state and nod in the three’s direction. Bucky laughs and smiles at me.

“Nope, not much. Some changes have taken over though.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask and take the glass of whiskey handed to me by some dolled up chick with big tits. “Thanks, darlin’.”

“You’re welcome, baby. Let me know if I can get you anything else.” With a nod she walks off to serve someone else.

“That’s Lacey. She is new.” He winks at me. “She wants to give all of the boys a ride, even the taken ones but that’s the new deal around here. The brothers that got themselves an Old Lady, no longer fuck around on them. Some shit went down and all of the Old Ladies put their foot down, it seemed to have worked.”

I give him a tight smile, because I know he wants