Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition by Elizabeth Knox (top 5 ebook reader txt) 📕

I jump up and yelp slightly at the sudden voice behind me. My eyes focus and find Wyatt. “Fuck, you scared the shit out of me.” I press a hand to my chest to keep the vital organ from popping out of my chest.

“I asked you a question.” The muscles in his chest and arms are tense.

“Nothing, I was just looking outside, getting some air.”

“Getting air?” He walks over to me, staring me down every step of the way before he walks by me and opens the door. He scans the area before he closes the door and looks back at me. “Are you out of your mind? What would you have done if one of those cultist bastards managed to get inside here?”

“What? Why would they? I mean there is no . . .” I had no answer, no real one anyway.

“You seem awfully calm for someone who is scared of a cult.”

“Are you saying that you don’t believe me?” I take a step in his direction and lift my chin so that I can keep my eyes on his.

“No, I believe you. I’m thinking maybe you want to go back. I’m thinking maybe you opened the door to see if they were there coming for you. Is that what you want? To go back?” His gruff voice cuts me.

“I know they are looking for me. It’s only a matter of time.” It’s then I realize that he is right. There is no fear in my voice.

“Sounds like you are okay with that.”

“Okay with it? No. I’m indifferent.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He takes a step toward me, the anger radiating off his body.

“Wyatt, you can try to hide me for as long as you want. I know the truth is that as long as that man is alive, he will come for me. I refuse to go back. I won’t do it. So when he comes for me again, I know I will die. If that means he is going to do it or I will do it I’m not sure but I know that I will die before I step foot in the compound again.” I try to ease his mind but this just seems to piss him off even more.

“What the fuck?! So you’re telling me all this shit is for nothing. You’ve already given up?”

“I haven’t given up. I’m still fighting, I just know what the outcome will be. I know what I will and will not tolerate under any circumstances.”

He grabs my shoulders, harder than I would have expected. “I’m not letting anyone take you anywhere. Do you understand me, but I can’t go through with this if I know that the second he shows his head again it’s only a matter of minutes before you off yourself. I need you to fight harder. I need you to have some fucking faith in me for fuck’s sake. You don’t think I would burn the whole fucking forest down to find you? You don’t think I would kill every single one of those cultists to get you back? Why is killing yourself your only fucking option?”

“I don’t want you to feel like if something happened to me it would be your fault. It’s not your fault, Wyatt.” I’m trying to keep my emotions in check but I see that he means it from the way that he is looking at me. He will kill everyone to find me but does he know that it means he will likely get himself killed in the process. Doesn’t he know that it’s not just one fucking man that he is going to be fighting but a whole damn community? “I can’t have your blood on my hands, Wyatt. I believe you will do everything in your power but this is just too big. There are too many of them and not enough of you. Think about your family. Think about your community, this little town will be torn to shreds if Emerson decides that he is going to expand and take all the young girls here. I’m not fucking worth all this trouble.”

“Get the fuck out of here with that shit. You are worth it! You’re worth more than that. Just trust me. Please.” He lifts me up so that my feet are no longer touching the ground.

I wrap them around his waist and kiss him tenderly. I don’t want him to hurt. “Okay. I trust you,” I whisper against his lips as my tongue tangles with his. He walks us back to the room and lays me down on the bed. Now that we’ve started making love it seems as though we can’t get enough of each other. A wonderful distraction for what I know is to come.

“What am I supposed to do with all this stuff? I only needed a few things.” Wyatt and Spark stand behind me with bags and bags of clothing.

They took me over to the small shopping area in town to pick up some clothing. None of the boys even assumed that I’m not going to be with them for the long haul so they decided amongst themselves that I needed some clothes. What I thought was going to be a few pairs of jeans and some underwear turned into a whole wardrobe. Every store that we passed they insisted that I buy something and when one of them tried to pay the other would push him away so he could pay for the items.

“Come on, that store over there looks like it has nice dresses and stuff. Don’t you ladies like dresses and stuff?” Spark asks and starts to tug me in that direction.

“What do I need dresses and stuff for? Where do you think I’m going to need dresses and stuff? I have everything that I need, Spark.” I try and pull back but Wyatt grabs my arm and helps his brother tug me toward the store.

“You need everything that you are supposed