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

“Thank you for helping me,” she whimpered.

“Let me get you something to wear. I don’t have much, just a few pairs of sweats,” I tell her and stand up to go to the back room.

“That’s just fine, I’ll take them if you have a spare.” She went back into her space against the wall.

I rushed into the backroom and took my satellite phone with me. I had to get some backup, if there were people here that were trying to steal her away, I don’t know if I am going to be able to fight them off by myself.

I dialed the clubhouse and Winnie picked up the phone.

“Djinn,” he answers.

“Yeah, who’s there?” I ask.

“Who the fuck is this?” he replies.

“Who the fuck do you think it is, the fucking easter bunny?”

“Wyatt?” he asks, clearly confused.

“You are wasting my fucking time, yes, Winnie, it’s Wyatt.” I bite down on the inside of my tongue. He didn’t do anything for me to be so short with him.

“Oh shit, My bad. Hold on.” I hear some ruffling and then Cody answers the phone. He must have had a busy night because I can still hear the sleep in his voice. It’s already past midday, there is no reason for him to still be sleeping.

“Yeah? What’s up, Wyatt?”

“I need you and the boys to come up to my cabin as fast as you fucking can.”

He lets out a loud yawn. “For what? If this is another fucking ploy to get us to commune with nature you can kick rocks with that shit.”

“Does it fucking sound like I want you to commune with fucking nature right now. Get the fuck on your bikes now!” I roar into the phone.

“Shit, okay, fuck, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know for sure, but Cody, bring a piece.”

“Shit . . . Weapons. Okay, we’ll be there as fast as we fucking can.” Cody hangs up the phone and I’m standing in my bedroom with my hand on the tightest pair of sweats that I own.

They will still be too fucking big for her.

When I came out, I expected to see Dela in the same spot on the floor. Instead, she was standing by my door with the poker I use for the fireplace.

“What the fuck? What is the fucking problem now?” I exclaimed.

“You called them to come get me. I heard you on the phone telling them to come for me. Fuck you, I won’t go back!” she screeched as she swung the heavy iron poker at me. I jumped out of the way just in time. The tip of it is very fucking sharp and if I let her, she could probably do some real fucking damage.

“No, I didn’t!” I retorted and made a lunge for the poker.

“Yes, you did! I heard you!” she screamed and swung for me again.

This time I managed to grab it while it was in the air and I pull it toward my body bringing her along with it. “Let it the fuck go! Let go,” I snarl at her as I fight this small woman for control of the makeshift weapon.

“No! No! Let me go!” She fights hard, in fact, I have a little trouble getting the poker away from her. For someone who is more than less than half of me both in height and in weight it’s fucking amazing how strong she is. She fights like a goddamn Pitbull.

I turn her in my grasp so her backside is against my front and I wrap her up using one of my arms, while my other hand holds the poker away from us.

“Hey! Dela, stop! Just stop and listen to me!” I argue with her.

“You can’t make me go back,” she says out of breath.

“I’m not making you go anywhere. I swear on my life that I’m not going to make you go anywhere.” I keep my voice as calm as I can and she settles a bit.

“Then who were you talking to?”

“I was talking to my brother. I’m the president of a motorcycle club located down in Patis. I told them all to come up here so that we can have some backup. If what you are saying is true and someone had you locked away for the past few years, I’m sure they are going to be around looking for you soon. I don’t want to take you out by myself in case he isn’t alone.”

“He’s not,” she says matter-of-factly.

“Fuck, how many of the bastards held you?”

“Well, there are at least fourteen acolytes that I know of. I’m sure there can be more.”

Shit! Did she just fucking say fourteen?

“Fourteen? How? I mean were you all in a truck or something?”

“They all live there.”

I didn’t understand. Maybe there was a trailer on the campground but I hadn’t seen one.

“A motorcycle club? Like a gang?” she asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.

“No, we aren’t a gang. It’s a brotherhood. Actually, the entire club is made up of most of my brothers only two aren’t actually blood-related. We just make sure that the people in town are safe and help out where we can.”

“Like vigilantes?”

I didn’t want to say yes to that but if you thought of the shit that we were doing now, I guess you could say we were like vigilantes. “Something like that.” I smile and when I feel her hand go limp where she was once holding on to the poker, I release her.

“You aren’t affiliated with Emerson at all? I find that so hard to believe,” she says.

“I have no idea who this Emerson person is but I’ll find out and the fucker will pay for what he’s done to you.”

“I don’t want vengeance. I just want my freedom.” She steps away from me and goes to sit back in her spot.

8

The sound of a pack of motorcycles vibrates through the air. The drive from Patis to Hastings is a little over ninety minutes. They made it here in a little over an hour.

I walk out the