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

“What’s up, Spark?” We call him Spark because before we all went into the bureau he had a little issue with fire, as in he likes to light everything up. He still is fascinated with it. The one productive thing that has come out of this strange obsession was when he was old enough, he became a volunteer firefighter. He really enjoys it. That is all I can ask for.

A loud scream echoes through the background. I pull the car over in a sudden stop.

“What the fuck is that? What is going on over there?” I ask, my panic starting to inch its way up my throat.

“Huh? What? Nothing. It’s all good. Cody playing around with Becca.”

I roll my eyes, Becca was there. That girl was a bikeslut if I ever saw one. She never paid Cody one piece of mind but the second we got the MC back together and started riding she was all over his cock. All the time. I tried to tell her on several occasions that he was never going to take her seriously but she was just fine with just playing around. It didn’t even bother her when he fucked around with other women in her face. She seemed to act like she was immune to it. I pull back onto the road. “What’s going on?” I ask now that I know nothing insane is happening.

“You coming over? We’re having a good time. Barbecuing and all that jazz. You need to relax a bit,” Spark says.

“Big brother still being a stick in the mud?” I hear Cody in the background.

“Come on, you’ve been in a pissy mood since we left Wire and them. Things will work out. I’m sure of it.” Spark sounds sincere. Everyone here knows how hard I’m trying to honor our father and our uncle.

“I know,” I huff out a breath and look around my town. It was well past midnight and nothing was happening. I liked to patrol the streets but there was very little that ever happened here. “Fine, I’m on my way.”

“Wooo!” Spark celebrated and a round of yeah’s filter through the phone. “Awesome, bro. I’ll see you soon. Drive safe.” Spark hangs up the phone and I make my way to my home away from home. The Boys of Djinn clubhouse.

I pull up in the back parking lot and can see the smoke coming up from the grill. Whatever the hell Winnie is cooking is making my fucking mouth water. For fuck’s sake. None of us have wives so for the most part the only time we have good food is when we go to town. That was until Winnie joined up with us, I’ll be honest his prospect trial was about a month shorter than we wanted because he threatened to stop cooking for us. Now he is an official member and though he is only twenty-two years old, I know he is going to make a great Djinn.

“What kind of mess you bastards getting into tonight,” I shout as I step out of my car and pass an eye over my bike that is parked in my spot.

“Only the best kinds,” Charmaline says as she walks over to me, a bottle of brew dangling from her fingertips. “I’m happy you decided to grace us with your presence. I would have been so sad if you didn’t show up.” She stops in front of me and uses one of her extra-long false nails to trail down the edge of my jean kutte.

“I’m happy to help. Last thing I want is for you to be sad,” I say politely. Char is a forward woman and though that alone doesn’t turn me off it’s the dominance she tries to exert over everyone. She’s bossy and I’ve had to put her in her place more times than I care to think about. She just isn’t a nice person. I tried to date her thinking that maybe she was hiding a softness under what she showed the world. I was wrong, she was just mean all the way through. It didn’t stop me from taking her up on her advances from time to time. She may be shit as a person, but a pussy is a pussy and she is willing and oh so fucking able.

“I know something else that you can do that will make me happy.” She leans up on her tiptoes and drags her fingers up the sides of my neck and into my hair.

“Lord have mercy, he just got here. Let the man eat. His dick will still be there after a fucking hamburger,” Cody says from the above ground pool.

Charmaline turns with fury in her eyes and glares at my little brother. He glares right back before he makes a funny face and I burst out in laughter.

I walk around Char and make my way over to Spark and Winnie who are standing by the grill talking shit. “That’s crap, there is no way that you would be able to sit through a full back tat.”

“I can and I will prove it. I have an appointment next week,” Winnie says as he pulls a few burgers off the grill.

“What the hell you little girls talking about?”

“This fool has decided to get our insignia tatted on his back. Like a full mural. I love the dedication but I don’t think he has the stones to do it.” Spark pulls the beer up to his lips and takes a swig.

“Shit, a full back?”

“Yeah. I thought it would be cool.” Winnie stops what he is doing for a second and gives me a look. “That’s okay, right?”

I laugh slightly, “Yeah, kid. I like it but maybe don’t try and do it all at one time. Slowly would be better and it would come out better too.”

“That’s true.” Winnie turned back to the grill.

“What the hell were you doing?” Spark asks.

“Oh, you know it’s fucking Tuesday which meant Suzy was out of her mind.”

Spark