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

my virginity. He introduced me to club life, and after our complicated and messy divorce, I found myself at a standstill. I had already grown too close to most of these brothers to ever forget about them. I’m not able to distinguish my own life apart from the CRMC, so I decided not to. Fuck Cobra! The only thing that sets us apart is the appendage between his legs. If I’m the one with a dick and not him, I wouldn’t have been faced with the brutal decision of him or the club. After the awkward phase had mostly blown over, I filled the dainty and yet hardcore boots of what the biggest part of bikers referred to as a ‘house mom’. The only thing that set me apart from that cliché name is simply that I didn’t need to ride someone’s cock to have a meaningful purpose within the club. I knew who I was and where I stood. I am constantly here cleaning up their disasters and taking care of them when it’s needed. I didn’t deny the maternal need to help them because, hell, somebody had to do it.

It might have been a different story if Bad had a full-time old lady because more often than not, it’s the president’s woman with this job title. We never knew who would accompany him to a party, though. He rarely invited the same woman over twice. Most of us didn’t even bother to learn his girls’ names and simply referred to them as ‘Baby’ when we actually had to talk to them. The women never picked up on us doing it because two of them were rarely in the same room. His latest marital vows didn’t change the fact of who I am within the club. As odd as it is, Bee didn’t have much to do with anything club-related. Truthfully, I think Bad wanted something outside of this club to call his.

I did the only thing any person on this Earth could do. I lived one day at a time, never knowing what the next would bring. The one thing I did know is I would always call myself a Chained Rebel, and it didn’t matter what Cobra’s feelings were on the subject.

3

Cobra

Flint slid down the hallway and shook his head. “Brother, might want to hit the back door, your midnight specials just left, and both Quinn and Lathe are here.”

“Fucking Lathe,” I complained, fully aware he’d undoubtedly made a scene. He always had a soft spot for her, but I couldn’t blame him. She is a badass woman. The two of us just never saw eye to eye on most things. Really, I am the one that fucked that whole situation up by getting my ass caught. Of course, we tried to make it work, but she never forgave me for the past.

Regardless of how terrible my transgressions were and the hell I put her through, I would be damned if I ever overlooked the fact if another dick sunk into her sweet pussy. I wouldn’t admit it to another soul, but if she ever found another old man, I would kill the son of a bitch out of sheer principle. That is a long time ago, and too much shit had gone down between us for things to go back to how they were. There were about three things Mouse and I were both equally good at, fighting, fucking, and downing whiskey. We still did two of those things on a habitual level, but as for the third, I doubt we’d ever be together again.

I’m a double standard asshole, but I never once tried to hide that aspect of myself. Honestly, I never pursued another woman when I’m sober. It’s always drunk off my ass or wrapping up the morning aftermath, like how things went down with the two bitches this morning. Even though this is how it always happened, there isn’t any reasoning with Mouse, and I couldn’t blame her. We both agreed to try and be civil, but I continuously fucked that up when I put my desires before hers. I might not have initiated this morning, but it still made me a dick for not stopping it. Mouse would never give me another shot. Hell, I wouldn’t ever ask her for one, but I never intentionally wanted to hurt her again.

“‘Preciate the heads up, Flint.” I nodded in his direction and turned to take my ass out the back way to avoid crossing paths with Lathe and Mouse. I would apologize to her after she’d cooled off some. I’m not an idiot. There would be no reasoning with her right now.

“Whose vehicle we taking today?” A yawn crept from my lips. “Fuck. I need caffeine.”

“Yeah, about that, I got you, as usual, brother, but it might be a good idea if we take your ride today. Mouse might get a wild hair up her ass, and there’s no telling what she’d do to your truck.” Flint coughed, rolling up the sleeves of his denim uniform, and knowingly smirked.

Lathe may have been more open about his feelings about Mouse, but the truth is that all of my brothers, including Bad, loved her. I’m not an exemption to loving her. I loved that woman more than my own damn life. As pathetic as it is to still have feelings for my ex-wife, I did, but I never fucking acted on them. I no longer had a right to ask her to love me in return and hadn’t for some time. Right after we agreed separation is best for us, I forced myself to lock down those feelings inside and bury them in cement. She deserved a lot more than I would ever be able to give her, but I’d be fucking damned if she found it with one of my brothers. Hell no! That would be where I drew the line. Even though I would kill or die for any of my brothers, none