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

until they find the trunk release in the panel, and I pull it, pushing the seat down slowly in case someone is still in the vehicle. I don’t hear anyone, so I scoot closer to the opening and peek out into the interior. This is so strange. Why would someone go to all the trouble of abducting me and then just leave me in the trunk with a crowbar, nonetheless? Fucking amateurs.

A loud bang goes off, and I duck back into the trunk for protection. Is that a gunshot?

“Where is she?” Another shot fires, but it doesn’t frighten me this time. It’s Cobra. Shit! It’s Cobra. He’s not safe. I have to warn him.

12

Cobra

“If you don’t answer me, you’re fucking dead. Better yet, she is, your precious Baby Girl.” I threaten him with a lie, knowing damn well I’m going to kill him for what he’s done regardless. He can’t give me info if he’s dead, though, so for now, I must spare him.

“Okay. Okay,” he quickly murmurs, holding his hands up like the pussy he is. I knew there was something I didn’t trust about the guy when I met him. He’s a piece of shit. The president of the club motions his hands toward a car parked behind their clubhouse. “I’m sorry, Stacy.” He turns his attention toward his daughter calling her by name. “His life isn’t worth yours.”

As soon as I see it, blind rage races full speed through my veins. “Fucking Greg! What the hell is his car doing here?”

“You mean Mammoth.” Stacy, better known as Baby Girl, beams with pride.

“No. I mean fucking Greg!” I shout at her.

“Learn your place, girl. He isn’t a part of this club, no matter how bad he wants to be. I won’t let our club go down for his stupidity,” he barks at her and earns a little bit of my respect back. Perhaps I misjudged him. I still don’t trust him but will spare his life for now.

“Where is he?” I demand.

“Who the fuck knows. This one ran inside just a few minutes before you all arrived and told me what he and his sister had done.”

“His sister?” I question them suspiciously, and my eyes land on the redhead, regretting the day I ever met her. “What kind of fucked up family?”

“Not me. Santana. The other girl you fucked.”

My head falls backward, and I hold my hand up to signal Bad to hold off the bloodshed. I had already fired a couple warning shots into the air, but if these guys had nothing to do with it, they didn’t deserve to die. At least not today. My number one priority is finding Mouse, and then we can sort this shitstorm out afterward.

“Cobra, don’t trust them!” Mouse calls as she opens the back door of Greg’s beat-up excuse for a car. “They want to use me against you!” She stands, and I almost fall to my knees at the sight of her. Her hair is matted to the side of her face in dried blood. Her leg and hand are black and blue, but she’s alive. I tell myself to remain calm as I turn to the people between us.

“This true?”

“Again. He’s not a part of our club,” the president insists in a matter-of-fact voice.

I don’t know why, but I believe him.

“Where are they?” I give them the benefit of the doubt and ask Baby Girl. She clamps her mouth closed, and I point the gun toward her. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Lathe runs to Mouse’s side and helps her walk closer. I want to be that person who helps her, but right now, I need answers. Mouse needs a trip to the ER, but she’s alive.

The president glares at his daughter, and then she sighs. “She drove them to Greg’s shop.”

“I’ll be dammed. I’m going to burn that place to the fucking ground.” I blow out a frustrated breath, trying to stay somewhat composed.

After handing the gun to Lathe, I wrap Mouse in my arms. “I thought I lost you.”

“For better or worse, remember.” Her eyes light up with forced humor, and I lift her from the ground.

“I do.” I smile, holding her close.

“Get her checked out. We got this,” Bad reassures me as he approaches.

“Ten-four, Boss.”

Acknowledgments

Thank you to everyone who has made this publication possible.

To the readers, bloggers, fellow authors, and everyone in the book community: Thank you for letting us be a part of our ever-changing world. It’s hard to accept this is a substantial part of life. With all the craziness going on around us, we are thankful for this constant.

Harmony: Momma loves you so much, and you are the best big sister ever! Thank you for being far more understanding than I ever thought a child your age could be and always loving me unconditionally. I hope someday you will understand how much you mean to me because you are my world! Mommy loves you, Tinkerbell! I know part of this is the same from another acknowledgment to you, but the words are still true, so I left them. Mommy and Daddy love you more than you will ever know.

Momma and Dad: Thank you for always being there for us and for the blue biscuit pan. Although I’m still suspicious that something is going on. I guess only time will tell. I hope I’m wrong about that one. Love, your baby girl.

Our beautiful boy, Roman: We love you so much and can already tell what a sweet person you are. Please keep growing and surprising us every day. Never let anyone tell you that you can’t do something because you are a fighter. We have been certain of this since the day you were born.

Letha Gene: I love you, Seester! I know you never look at these, but someday you might. On that day when you do, you’ll smile . . . and then probably call me a sap.

Aunt Brenda: Thank you for taking care of Granny when we couldn’t. We