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

and slamming his hands down on the counter. “I’ll find her, one way or another.”

“Fuck you. You’ll never find her.”

That did it.

He leaped straight up onto the counter and rushed forward.

I jammed my hand in the drawer, wrapping my fingers around the knife and pulling it out just as his fist connected with my cheek. The force threw me to the right, and I slammed into the refrigerator, the sharp blade slipping through fingers before clattering to the linoleum floor. I dropped to my knees, blinking through the tears, my hand searching for that cold metal.

“Tell me,” he ordered, the floor beneath me shaking as he jumped down from the counter.

The knife!

It kept slipping from my grip, something slick coating my hand.

I was too focused on his footsteps as they came up behind me, holding my breath and fighting the urge to run.

“I’ll find her,” he whispered, grabbing my hair and jerking my head back so I was looking up at him. “With or without you.”

“Over my dead body.”

It only took a split second.

With one swift movement, I jammed the six-inch blade straight into the center of his stomach, burying it to the hilt with a warrior-like scream that I wasn’t expecting to come out.

He released me, stumbling backward. His eyes grew wide, the exposed whites glistening in the light while his mouth opened in closed like a fish out of water. I guess that’s kind of what he was. This man was trained to hurt people, trained to use his strength to get what he wanted from them. He wasn’t used to things going this way. He was a man who obviously never lost.

Until now.

The shocked look on his usually emotionless face was a little satisfying, though it changed quickly. Before I could get to my feet, he was rushing at me again, only now it was more of a desperate stumble.

The only thing near me was the fridge.

I opened it hard, and he hit it with a heavy thud.

The half-empty wine bottle in the door screamed at me, and I grabbed it by the neck, using the door to help me get to my feet, though my head was spinning and the room was tilting, making me feel like I was on some kind of ship.

“How dare…” He heaved, his words no longer sharp or strong. He clung to the counter, one hand wrapped around the knife handle like he was trying to decide whether or not to rip it out. His chest was rising and falling heavily, each breath looking like it was harder than the last. “They’ll come…” His legs slipped out from under him, his head connecting with the countertop on the way down.

The sound he made when he hit the floor was like nothing I’d ever heard before.

The thud of his lifeless body.

The squeak of the linoleum as his shoes slipped through the blood.

I held the wine bottle like a weapon, slowly stepping back toward the door, watching him carefully, though I was fairly sure at this point I could no longer see his chest moving. I didn’t put my weapon down, though. I kept it at the ready until I got to my handbag and reached inside. My phone was hard to grab, and when I finally managed to pull it out, I realized just how much blood was on my hands, though I really had no idea whose it was.

His or mine.

“Dammit!” I cursed, struggling to get the screen to work but finally managing to pull up his name.

The second I even saw it on the screen, I sucked in a sharp breath, tears breaking free.

They will come.

The man’s words resonated in my head, but I knew one thing for sure.

Hawk would fix this.

He’d come and fix this.

He would keep Kadey safe.

I put the phone to my ear, counting the rings and trying to hold my breath, so when he finally answered, I could actually speak.

“Hey, baby.”

A sob escaped my mouth that I couldn’t stop. “I killed someone.”

His response was instant.

“I’m coming.”

14

HAWK

I killed someone.

It wasn’t the statement but her broken voice that resonated in my head as I broke every fucking speed limit and traffic violation humanly possible to get to her apartment.

My boys rode behind me, six Harleys roaring through the streets of Detroit and two blacked-out SUVs carrying weapons and other essentials that I thought we may need, given the fucking state of Missy over the phone.

She couldn’t talk, couldn’t say anything other than I need you and I need to find Kadey.

The fact that it was the dead of the night meant we would be getting there in possibly half the time we would have if we’d been contending with traffic. The guys pulled up onto the curb behind me, Bishop, Scoop, Cain, Blue, and Drew lining up their rides with mine, directly in front of the apartment doors, while Ian and Bounty pulled the vehicles into the handicapped parks at the curb.

Thankfully, the apartment building had keycards, but residents could also buzz the door from upstairs.

I threw open the back of one of the SUVs and grabbed hold of the shotgun I’d tossed in, my brothers following suit. If there was anyone in this fucking apartment with her, they were coming out in pieces.

In one swoop, I dragged the heavy weapon from the trunk and let it hang by my side as I pulled out my cell and hit call.

It barely rang once before she answered. “Hi.”

“Let us in, baby.”

The door buzzed before I could even finish, and I kept the call open, taking two stairs at a time to the second floor. The pounding of boots coming up behind me echoed loudly against the walls like a fucking army going in to battle, which wasn’t far from the truth.

Missy and I weren’t officially anything, yet my brothers were coming up behind me armed and ready to do whatever the fuck they had to do to protect her.

It could be because they knew how much she