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

Now that I’m eighteen and finished with school, I can finally seduce Blow, a member of the Devil’s Riot MC. Okay, so he’s not just any member of the club, he’s the President. He’d just gotten the title when the club voted for it when I’d been fifteen. His brothers voted him in after Nine’s father, the previous President, died of cancer. See, I’ve been in love with the man for the past three years, and he knows it. I’ve not hidden my feelings from him. Shoot, even Sniper and Nerd know how I feel about Blow.

He simply has this aura around him that draws me to him. My mom says it’s the connection between our souls that draws me two him. Unfortunately, Blow refused to acknowledge anything between us until I finished school.

My name being called draws me out of my thoughts. Slowly so I didn’t trip going up the stairs, I make my way onto the stage. The principal hands me my diploma, and all of a sudden, the entire auditorium is filled with hoots and hollers. Glancing in their direction, I give them all a shit-eating grin.

With my diploma in hand, I make my way back to my seat and sit down to wait impatiently for the rest of the ceremony to conclude. By the time it’s over with, I’m antsy to get out of here. I plan to make Blow mine tonight, and I cannot wait to get started.

Okay, so that might sound crazy and like something one of those clubwhores at the clubhouse would say. Those skanks aren’t just clubwhores, they’re what I like to say are fallen harlots. I’d gotten into it with more than one, and that’s what the members of the club started calling them, rather than clubwhores.

I’d said this because those girls have no problem falling to their knees for one reason or another when it comes to those men. I cringe at the fact I’ve seen more than one of the guys getting their cocks sucked.

Thankfully, one of those men was not Blow. I know he’s not a choir boy. Those bitches have no problem talking about how good the man is in bed.

I’m just hoping after tonight, I’ll be the only one to be in his bed.

“So, Stormy, did you make up your mind on what school you want to go to?” Nick asks me.

We’d been back at the clubhouse for two hours now, and since then, I’ve barely had a chance to even attempt to put my plan into action. It’s been one thing after another. First, the guys all wanted to give me my graduation gifts. Then there was cake and loads of food. Now it’s my brother distracting me. I swear it’s like they’re all plotting against me to keep me away from Blow.

It also doesn’t help he’s kind of avoided me somewhat as well.

I don’t understand why.

Giving my brother a sweet smile, I give him the honest truth about school. “I’ve decided to take the year off. I don’t know what I want to go to school for, so why waste Mom and Dad’s money.”

“True, but you’re smart as hell, Stormy, you can easily figure out what you want to do at school. Take some basic courses to get started. That way, you can at least be started in the direction of whatever it is you want to do,” Nick says. I know he’s right, but I don’t want to go to school and be away from Blow. “How many schools did you get accepted into?”

“Yeah, I got into all of the schools I applied to like Mom and Dad suggested,” I mutter, once again scanning the room, trying to find Blow.

“Well, at least think about possibly going. You’re too smart not to go to school or at least find something to do besides hang around the club all the time,” Nick suggests.

“I’ll think about it.” Yeah, right, I had no intention of thinking about it. I knew what I wanted to do, and I was gonna do it. Nick and I spend a little more time talking. This time it’s about what he’s been up to.

When I’m finally able to escape him, I go in search of Blow. Hoping to find him in his office, I head down the hallway and knock on the door. Hearing a noise on the other side of the door, I thought it was Blow saying it was good to enter.

Twisting the doorknob, I open the door wide enough to step inside. Lifting my gaze, my eyes widen as my hearing finally registers the sound I’d heard. Staring in horror, tears well in my eyes as I see Blow not only with one woman but three. Worst of all, two of them were girls I’d just graduated with and were supposed to be my friends. The other one is a fallen harlot.

Turning on my heels, I run out of his office, making sure to close the door without slamming it and head for the back exit of the clubhouse. I need to get out of here. There’s no way I can stay in a place like this after seeing what Blow would rather be doing. I’ve been in love with him for three years and wanted nothing more than to celebrate tonight with him in the hopes of him making me his just as much as I would have loved to make him mine.

Heading for my car, I decide to do something I never intended to do. I may not be going to school, but I sure as hell can’t stay here or anywhere close. I head to the cabin that belongs to me. It was left to me by my biological father’s parents, and I’m now going to make it my home. You could say this is the only good thing my father ever gave me; well, his parents gave me.

Maybe putting distance between Blow and me will help ease the pain he’s caused