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

My palm connected with his cheek, and I shoved at his shoulders. He grabbed my wrist, trying to stop the attack, though the pain just spurred me on, getting worse and worse until I finally managed to hit him again, which helped to loosen his hold on me, forcing at least a couple feet of distance between us.

“Shit,” I cursed, tears flooding my eyes, choking me, my nose even running, though I swore I could still smell my skin burning. I could fucking feel it, the sickening burn surging through me. “Fuck, fuck.”

“Fucking bitch!” the guy exploded, tossing the lit cigar in his hand to the side. Even in the poor light, you could see the way his skin began to change, an unmistakable shade of crimson anger crawling up his neck.

His hand shot out, wrapping around my wrist and dragging me forward.

“Hey!” a familiar voice boomed, the sound of heavy boots skidding on the loose stones as they rushed toward us, a welcome reprieve as I struggled against the bastard’s tight hold. At the same time, I was trying to keep myself breathing through the heavy sob of tears.

The asshole’s body was huge now he was on his feet, the size of a fucking bulldozer, and he was right in my face. “Pick this shit up, bitch.” I tugged against his hold, digging the heel of my boots into the ground, trying to pull away, but his fingers only squeezed tighter until the pain was almost too much to bear, and my knees began to give way.

A body stormed forward, slamming at force into the asshole’s shoulder.

He lost his grip, the power behind Hawk’s anger sending him stumbling backward. He scrambled, managing to grab the picnic table he and his buddies had been sitting at to steady himself, so he didn’t land on his fat ass. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself,” Hawk seethed, fists forming at his sides.

A hand found my shoulder, gently tugging me back as Blue and another member whose patch read ‘Scoop,’ stepped in front of me, their bodies like a wall of protection.

“That whore attacked me,” the guy protested, finding his footing again and jabbing his dirty fucking fingers at me.

“Fuck you!” I spat, throwing my body forward, only to find Blue’s arm around my waist, pulling me back. Tears streamed down onto my cheeks—a mixture of agony and anger streaking down my face.

“Listen here, bitch—”

“Call her a bitch again, and we’ll soon find out exactly who the bitch is,” Hawk threatened, shoving his hands against his chest. A warning if I’d ever seen one, given I already knew Hawk wasn’t afraid to use his fucking fists when he felt the moment called for it.

I should’ve kept my mouth shut.

But no, I needed to smart-mouth him.

I pulled my lip in between my teeth, chewing on it hard.

Hawk finally looked over his shoulder to where Blue still held me captive, probably looking like a hot fucking mess, red-faced and bawling. It felt like the air was suddenly heavier, my chest heaving as I fought for breath. Though at least my anger had distracted me from the throbbing pain in my leg for a few seconds. “You all right?” Hawk asked, his eyebrow raised in question while his eyes did one sweep of my body, checking for injuries.

I turned my attention to the asshole in question. His breathing was deep and heavy, his eyes meeting mine in a narrowed and silent threat.

The warning glare was clear.

Gritting my teeth, I held my breath. “Yeah. I’m fin—”

“Bullshit,” Blue growled, cutting me off and holding up my wrist, the limb red and angry, drawing everyone’s eyes to it like a glowing fucking beacon.

Though as of yet, no one had noticed the back of my leg.

The source of the pain that was making me feel like I might fucking vomit at any second.

“You’re fired,” Hawk drawled, pointing at the compound gates. “Get the fuck out.”

I sucked in a sharp breath.

What the hell have you done?

7 HAWK

Robert started laughing, watching his friends, who were looking a little more unsure than their buddy. Maybe they were smarter. Maybe they knew who the fuck they were dealing with.

“I’ll get my stuf—” Missy started before I held up my hand.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” I answered. Instead, pointing at the asshole who had just attacked her. “Robert, take your boys. Get out. Don’t come back.”

Missy’s face dropped, and her eyes flicked around with worry. “Hawk… it’s fine, you don’t—”

“The hell is going on?” Bishop roared as he and a handful of brothers joined the group. His eyes moved from one person to the next, clearly feeling the tension in the air. He ended his examination on the asshole in question. “Robert?”

Asshole.

“Your boy here just tried to fucking fire me.” Robert chuckled, shaking his head.

“And why would he do that?” Bishop inquired with his eyebrow raised.

“’Cause he grabbed Missy,” Blue cut in. “Bruised her fucking wrist.”

“Bitch slapped me,” Robert snapped, standing a little taller, his chest huffing and fucking puffing.

That was it.

My body felt like it was on fire.

I was fucking done with this bastard.

I rushed forward so quickly he didn’t have time to put up any kind of defense. Pulling my fist back, my right hook connected square with his jaw, throwing his body off-kilter and forcing him to fall against the table. The left hook I drove hard into his ribs, each blow so fucking satisfying, easing the fire that felt like it was burning across my skin.

“You’ve got five minutes to pack your shit and get out,” Bishop announced, his eyes narrowed on Robert, the rest of his buddies looking on in shock and confusion.

Robert braced his hands on the table, his heavy ass fighting fucking hard to stay vertical. “We’ve signed fucking contracts,” Robert raged, turning his head and spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ground beside him before focusing his darkened glare on Missy. “We gave up other