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

New York. The last he knew, Rock’s opponent there was a lion shifter. He’d face off with a wolverine. The card was already set, saving the best fighters for last.

Being a holiday, the fight was larger than normal, and humans would be allowed, both in and out of the ring. At least there’d be no danger of someone shifting and tearing into the person they were fighting. Not that it happened that often, but you went into the ring knowing it was a possibility and watched for it, just in case.

The two gargoyle shifters headed for the gym, located in the large, finished basement that stretched the length of the clubhouse. They could fight, shift, do anything down here and no one would ever know. Stripping down to loose-fitting shorts, they stretched out and warmed up before stepping barefoot into the ring.

They were pretty evenly matched, having both mastered various martial arts disciplines throughout the centuries. They went at it no holds barred just like their opponents would meet them. With gargoyle stamina, they fought for an hour before Stone showed up and called time out.

Eagle Eye was with him.

Quake grabbed a towel and draped it around his neck, using the end to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“Tell him,” Stone said, looking at him and nudging Eagle Eye forward.

Crap. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good, Quake could tell.

“What’s up?” he asked, not liking the worry on the young shifter’s face.

“That purple car that dropped you off this morning?”

Quake felt his stomach clench with dread. “Yeah?”

“We were hunting, and I saw it in a ditch. I landed to investigate. No one was inside. I checked the registration in the glove box. The address was the same as The Pole Barn.”

Magenta’s car. Christ. A sense of doom descended on him, settling like a shroud.

“The back tire had been shot out,” Eagle Eye added.

Quake wanted to hit something. Fuck it all. She’d been ambushed. Two guesses as to who was behind it.

“Any sign of her? Maybe she got away.”

Eagle Eye shook his head sadly. “Chaya tracked her to the road. Her scent stopped at the pavement.”

Crap, crap, crap.

Quake looked at their President. “Have you called Madam Belle? Maybe she’s got some way to find her with the magick that she knows.”

“I’ll do that next,” he said. “I thought you’d want to know first thing.”

He was right about that. Now he just needed to fucking find her.

“Thanks,” Quake murmured, his mind already racing, thinking about where Phantom and the Death’s Head MC could have her stashed. God bless it, he’d sworn to protect her from the jackals, and now they had her. He was certain of it.

They’d be lucky to get her back unscarred and in one piece.

Their brothers were gathered in the common room. With their supersensitive hearing, they knew what was going down. To a man, every one of them was itching for a fight.

Stone was murmuring into his phone but the conversation was short. His expression when he finished was grim. “I just spoke to Madam Belle. Magenta isn’t back, and she has no way to track her. Looks like it’s up to us to find her.”

“What’s the plan?” Beast growled, cracking his knuckles in anticipation of what was to come.

Their President grunted. “Find a Death’s Head member and get what we need out of him. We should find one or two at The Snake Pit.”

Most of the jackals would be sleeping in late on a Sunday after a fight. Even with a thin crowd at the bar, they should be able to do a snatch-and-grab.

As soon as Rock and Quake got dressed, the cadre of Dragons trooped out to their rides, ready to bash heads and break bones to get the answers they needed.

They only needed one.

Instead of driving up to the biker bar, they parked a half-mile out and went the rest of the way on foot. Quake, Beast, and Mason went in advance of the others. The less that was seen of them, the better.

Finding a good position, they watched the bar, waiting until some of the bikers filtered out. Luck was on their side when one of them hung back to take a piss around the side of the building.

As silent as ninjas, Quake and Beast stalked up behind him while Mason played lookout.

Bracing a hand on the side of the building, the jackal had his fly open and his cock in hand.

“Christ, that thing is so small, I’m surprised you can aim with it,” Beast commented beside him.

Head whipping up, the man gaped at him, his eyes wide with shock.

“I bet the girls have to fake it every time, don’t they?” Quake joined in, causing the man to spin around.

With a blow to the neck, Beast rendered him unconscious, leaving them both to stare down at the jackal’s pitiful excuse of a dick.

“You could have waited until he finished,” Quake grumbled.

Beast shrugged. “Where would be the fun in that?”

“I’m not touching his prick.”

Releasing a sigh, Beast dropped to his haunches, ripped off the tail of the guy’s shirt, and used it as a potholder to tuck his handle back in his jeans.

He didn’t touch the zipper, knowing whose hand had pulled it down. “You know I’ve gone the distance for at least all of you once when you’ve gotten drunk and passed out with your cock in some hoe.”

Quake rolled his eyes. “Thanks for that image.”

“Stop being a baby, and let’s get the fuck out of here.” Hauling the unconscious shifter up, Beast carried him in a fireman’s hold over one shoulder.

Mason was waiting for them on the other side of the building when they rounded the corner. Nodding, he led the way as they set off to meet the others.

Things had gone better than expected. As long as no one realized that this particular jackal was missing, they had plenty of time to get what they needed out of him.

They loaded him into the cage that Stone was driving, knowing they’d need it to