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

where I am. My right arm won’t move as I realize it’s twisted under my body. I’m not sure if my arm is broken or if my shoulder’s been dislocated.

No one is in the shed with me. I don’t feel anyone else’s presence with me. The smell of body odor, weed, and alcohol is no longer surrounding me. Trying to move, I realize I’m not going to be able to. Between my arm, my leg, and the pain shooting through my torso causing my inability to breathe, it will be a miracle for me to see daylight ever again.

Thoughts of Cal, Storm, and Dozer fill my mind. On one hand, I can now join my brother and sister from another mister feeling no pain, anger, or desperation of missing the two people who have always had my back. The other hand tells me I need to hang on for Dozer. That I still have a life to live with him, my happiness to find.

“Someone help me,” I try to say loud enough in the hopes someone will hear me.

To my own ears it sounds as if it’s nothing more than a whisper. So, I remain quiet as I try to conserve my energy. With my throat feeling as raw and rough as it does, I’ll have to wait to get my voice back. Having a hard time breathing is my main concern right now. That can only mean I have bruised or broken ribs. I’ve suffered through both and neither one is fun.

Trying once more, I find it almost impossible to move. The pain is getting worse and I feel myself being dragged under once more to the black abyss where I will feel no pain or have any worries about what is, or is not, going to happen to me. Just before it pulls me completely under, I hear shouting coming closer to the shed I’m currently in. At least I hope I’m still in that dank little shed.

“Summer!” I hear shouted, almost from right outside the door.

Adrenaline fills me as I feel around with my left arm to grab anything I can make a sound with. My hand finds a handle of something and I lift the object far enough, I hope, to slam it down on anything in its way. Anything to create some sort of noise. Repeatedly I lift and slam down the object in my hand.

“Shut the fuck up!” I hear shouted. “Do you hear that?”

Hope fills me for the first time since becoming alert once more. I try to concentrate on continuing to make noise while listening to any sounds coming from the outside world. I’m locked in my own world of pain and misery.

“Open this fuckin’ door!” I hear shouted.

I can’t be sure, but it sounds like Dozer. The man’s voice is frantic and filled with rage. Still, fear fills me because I can’t see and have no clue who is going to be on the other side of the door. As the clicking of the lock seems to echo in the small shed, everything in my body suddenly stills. While I want to get out of here, I can’t be sure the man who brought me here in the first place isn’t outside these doors.

“Summer!” I hear Dozer’s pain filled voice. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“D-Dozer? I can’t see you,” I whisper as the pain threatens to overtake me once again.

“Baby, your eyes are swollen shut. I don’t even know where to touch you. Your entire body is covered in bruises and cuts,” he tells me as I hear the pain in his voice. “Someone call for a fuckin’ ambulance!”

The raw emotion in Dozer’s voice fills me as the blackness begins to seep in once more. Knowing he’s by my side, the fear and panic slides away slowly while the adrenaline it took to lift whatever I had in my hand ebbs away. On top of the pain and blackness, now I’m extremely exhausted and can feel my body trembling.

“Summer, stay with me,” Dozer pleads with me as his voice begins to fade away into nothing.

This time, I don’t see his smiling, sexy face. Cal and Storm are the only ones I see as everything else fades away. They’re calling to me, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. All I know is I’d rather be with them to make sure they’re happy and safe instead of feeling the pain I do every second of every day since losing them both. That’s not something I’ll ever get over no matter how long I live.

4

Dozer

WAKING UP THE bed next to me is empty. Summer isn’t in our room anywhere. However, the bathroom still has the remnants of steam and fog covering the mirror from her shower. Getting dressed, I make my way out to the common room. My only thought is getting eyes on her to find out how she’s doing today. Blaze is sitting at a table with KO, Whiskey, and Skull as I enter the large room. My President is on the phone with a large smile on his face. That means he’s talking to one person: Addison.

Bypassing them, I make my way to the kitchen where coffee and food are. One woman stands by the stove, fear is covering her face when she sees me enter. I’m not sure if she’s one of the club girls or simply someone who comes in to clean and prepare meals. Some clubs do that from what I hear. None I’ve ever been to, but lots of clubs meet at different rallies and we talk. So, I know certain clubs hire these women.

“Have you seen Summer? She came in with me last night?” I question her, not even sure if she was in the common room last night.

She nods her head slowly while looking around the room.

“She was here. Made a cup of coffee and plate of food,” she whispers, still looking around with fear filling her entire body. “I left