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

to have. I know I haven’t seen the inside of a woman’s closet in a long time but I know for sure there are some dresses in there. Stop being so damn difficult and get the dresses.” He rolls his eyes but the smile on his face lets me know that me buying these items is making him happy.

“You all are so weird, this is way too expensive. I don’t know how I’m ever going to be able to pay any of this back.” I walk heavy-footed into the store and look at the sparse selection. There isn’t much here but I’m sure I’ll leave here with another bag full.

“You’re not paying for any of this. No way.”

“Why are you all spoiling me? I don’t deserve this.” I pick up a dress and show it to the boys.

Wyatt takes it from me and shoves it in the basket that is to go up to the cashier. “You deserve this and more. It’s been a long time since we were able to dote on someone besides ourselves.”

“Can you imagine when Bishop gets back. Oh god, you are going to be so spoiled.” Spark throws his head back in laughter.

“Who is Bishop?”

“Another member of our club. He is an active-duty agent now so he is on the job. I hope he will be back soon. We miss that holy fucker.” Wyatt looks to Spark. They must really be hurting.

“Holy fucker?”

Spark comes over and puts an arm over my shoulders while we walk through the last remaining aisles. “Yeah, he was supposed to be an ordained minister before he found the FBI. Instead of continuing with his studies he decided to become an agent but he is still very high on faith.”

“That is interesting.” I wouldn’t say that I would ever be comfortable with someone who was high on faith again. I’ve had enough religion to last a lifetime.

“Yeah, when we have to go through tough shit, he is usually the only one of us who is at ease. He knows that his faith will get him through.

“You done?” Wyatt asks and reorganizes the millions of bags he is already carrying in his hands.

“Are you both going to let me be done or are you going to force me into another store to buy more clothing that I’m sure I will never be able to wear?” I cross my arms over my chest.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We’re done. You know most girls would be happy to spend my money.”

“I guess you’re lucky, I’m not like most girls.” I wink at Wyatt.

“Should I leave so you can kiss now?” Spark laughs as he looks between the both of us. “Wyatt, I can give you some pointers. It’s all in the tongue.” He pokes his tongue out in a nasty way.

“Eww.” I cringe away. “I think your brother is all set. No tutorials needed.”

Wyatt groans and leans down to kiss the side of my neck.

“Oh, wait. This is happening.” Spark stops laughing. Wyatt kissing me isn’t something that I think he was prepared to see.

“Yeah, what the fuck did you think was happening?” Wyatt spit out toward his brother.

“Well, I thought we were helping her out and that you know maybe I had a shot. Guess that shit just went up in flames.” Spark rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“Huh? A shot at what?” I ask, completely dumbfounded by what exactly is going on.

“You. But I see my brother already marked his territory. No worries, I’ll have just as much fun tormenting the shit out of him.” Spark throws his hand back over my shoulder and I hear Wyatt grumble about him being a touchy bastard behind my back.

I can’t help but laugh as we make our way to the line to check out.

Finally, we make our way away from all the shops and toward the car so that we can go home.

“I may never want to shop again,” I grumble.

“Thank fuck for that,” Wyatt says as he readjusts the bags in his hands.

“Oh shut the hell up this was your idea!”

“You didn’t try very hard to stop shopping,” he replies.

I gasp loudly and stare at him. “Are you kidding me! I told you that I was done like a hundred times! The both of you were the ones that kept pulling me into different stores to get more stuff,” I yell at him.

“That’s because you needed more stuff! You’re going to be here for a long time. What the hell are you going to do with only one pair of jeans and a few pairs of underwear?” Wyatt roars right back at me.

“Hey, hey, hey. Guys. What’s going on here?” Spark stands between us.

“Nothing.”

“Yeah, nothing,” Wyatt says and takes a step toward the car.

I thought back on what he had just said, that I was going to be here for a long time. He was talking about me confessing to him that I would be ready to kill myself if it came to it. He thinks if I have a lot of stuff it is going to change my mind.

“Wyatt,” I call back to him. He is only trying to help in his own way. There is no amount of jeans or pretty dresses that I could have that would change my mind about what I know that I’m going to do if I’m caught again. I can ease his mind though. “Hey, Wyatt. Hold on.” I rush up to him and grab his arm. Turning him back toward me.

“What?” He is brusque and immediately my feathers are ruffled. I take a deep breath to calm myself down.

“I’m still fighting okay. I don’t need things to keep me here. I don’t need all this stuff.” I make sure I keep his gaze so that he realizes that I know what this is really about.

He blows out a breath of air and lets the bags fall to the ground before he wraps his arms around me. “I want you to change your mind. I know