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

After I get her dried off and dressed in clean clothes, I help her into the bed barely big enough for the two of us. Still, I cover her from head to toe, turn on the TV for a fraction of light, and then turn the light on the nightstand off. Climbing into bed, I pull Summer into my arms. She wraps her body around mine and I feel the tremors taking her over. This is how the rest of my night goes, taking care of my love.

3

Summer

STRETCHING MY BODY, heat surrounds me, and I know Dozer is still behind me, wrapped around my own body. He doesn’t stir as I climb out of bed. My heart still isn’t into doing anything I should be doing. However, I know we have to leave today to finish going to the rally. So, I get in the shower to clean up once more. I don’t ever feel clean after doing what I do. It takes a piece of me and I can’t ever get it back. It’s time to build my walls back up and put them in place once more.

After getting out of my shower, I head out to get dressed. Once I’m dressed and my hair is brushed out, I make my way to the common room. I’m not expecting many people to be up and around yet. Walking into the kitchen, I see a club girl cooking and making coffee. There’s already some made as I fill my lungs with the scent of the fresh aroma. She nods her head to the counter and I grab myself coffee and a plate to fill with what she’s already cooked.

Taking a seat at one of the tables, I dig into my food. It has no taste as I automatically chew and swallow. I’m literally on autopilot right now. Maybe I should pull back for a while. At least until I can get the rest of my life figured out. Especially where Dozer is concerned. I’m not sure where we go from here, but I have to tell him how I feel and see what he thinks of it.

I’m so lost in my head; I don’t notice anyone sitting with me. Finally looking up, I see a man across from me. He wasn’t downstairs with us last night and with multiple clubs here, I don’t even know if this is his clubhouse.

“Mornin’, sexy,” he says, sending a chill down my spine.

This man has bad news written all over him. There’s no life in his green eyes as the stench of body odor, alcohol, and weed fill the kitchen. His clothes are dirty and wrinkled as if he’s been wearing the same ones for several days. The last thing I notice about him is his cut. It’s the dirtiest one I’ve ever seen in my life. Most of the men I’m around take pride in their cuts, they treat them better than most anything else in their lives.

“Don’t you know it’s not polite to ignore someone when they’re talkin’ to you?” he questions me, leaning over the table as I try to get away from him.

Standing from the table, I attempt to leave the room. The man captures my wrist in a punishing grip. He pulls my body into his own and I almost throw up what little I’ve managed to get in my stomach. The other woman in the kitchen is no longer here so I have no help and no one to call out to. Especially not knowing where any of the Nomads are. They’d be the only ones to save me.

“You have no clue who I am. My ol’ man will skin you alive,” I tell him, trying to keep my voice firm and not shaking because I’m scared to death.

This man outweighs me by almost two hundred pounds. He’s got a tight grip on my wrist, so painful I know I’ll have bruises left behind from him. There’s no way I can escape him with the viselike grip of his bear claw of a hand. Frantically looking around the kitchen to find an escape or a weapon, I’m suddenly pulled along behind the man and toward the back door of the room.

“W-Where are you taking me?” I question him, trying to stall as I drag my feet.

Instead of answering me, he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. My head bounces off the steel door jam. Pain radiates throughout my head while I quickly feel blood dripping from whatever wound has been created. Black spots flash before my eyes while the man continues to carry me away.

I try to lift my head up to see where we’re going when I’m tossed roughly to the ground. Everything begins to happen in slow motion as I hear a set of keys jangle together before the clicking of a lock opening. Again, I’m roughly picked up and tossed inside a small shed. My head bouncing off a shelf and landing hard on a cement floor. I can’t fight against the darkness overtaking me. I’ve been hit in the head too many times in a few minutes to try to fight it off this time.

Waking up, I’m surrounded by darkness. My eyes don’t feel as if they’re opening and the silence surrounding me is so thick it’s enough to wake the dead. Every single thing on my body feels as if it’s been pounded over and over repeatedly. I can’t feel my left leg while my throat is so sore I can barely swallow. There’s nothing to even wet my mouth with.

Suddenly, images of the man sitting with me in the kitchen invade my head. Hitting my head multiple times surface as I wonder if I’m still in the shed or if I’ve been moved. Trying to move my arm, I scream silently out in pain. I have no voice to alert anyone to