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

quickly and when I came back in, she was gone. Her plate of food and coffee are still sitting there.”

Following her finger as she points at the table behind me, I see her plate and cup still sitting on the table. Her coffee cup is tipped over with coffee spilling over the table and her plate of food. It coats the floor beneath the table and seat as well. My gut tightens as a new level of fear and rage fill me. Something happened to my ol’ lady and it’s not good. Someone did something to hurt her or took her from the Renegade Outlaws clubhouse. There isn’t a doubt in my mind about it as I look around for clues.

“Blaze!” I shout for my President, not knowing what to do.

Several men fill the kitchen as Blaze races to my side. He looks from me to the table, to the young woman standing in the corner, back to me.

“What’s goin’ on, Dozer?” he questions me.

“Someone has Summer. She was here eatin’ breakfast and now she’s gone. That girl told me she was in here. Summer wouldn’t leave a mess like this. My ol’ lady takes care of any messes she creates. Especially, when we’re somewhere new,” I inform him, not giving him new information he doesn’t already know.

Summer always shows the utmost respect to every single club she steps foot in. Her ties will always remain with the Wild Kings in Clifton Falls. That’s where she started and where she always goes back to when she’s not on the road with me. Well, it was until this last year. Now, she tends to head to where the women she works with stay. And she’s been spending more time there than even with me. Something is going on with her, yet she won’t open up to me about it.

“Are you sure she’s not out front or somethin’?” Skull asks.

“She’s not. When she gets done with a job, she stays inside her head for a while. These jobs she does takes a piece of her soul. Besides, she knows we were headin’ out early. We have to get to the rally,” I inform him, not bothering to keep the rage from my voice as I turn my glare on the President of this club.

“Dozer, calm down. We’ll find her,” Blaze tells me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

He knows I’m about to go off and destroy everything in the way of me finding my woman. No one will get in my way. I don’t give a shit if we’re in someone else’s clubhouse or not as I walk over toward the door leading out back. Placing my hand on the frame of the door, I quickly remove it as something sticky coats my fingers. Looking down at my hand, blood coats my fingers. My insides freeze when I see the blood has been on the doorframe long enough for most of it to be wet and not dry as if it’s been placed there recently.

Turning my head back toward the men standing in the kitchen, I raise my hand showing them the blood. Fear for my woman and rage against whoever did this to her war within my body as I stalk across the kitchen and stop directly in front of Skull.

“I want the camera feed from in here. Now!” I order, not backing down when KO and Blaze flank my sides.

Anger is radiating from both men as we realize my woman should have been safe here and she wasn’t. Summer came in, broke her own rules to complete a job for this club, and now she’s missing and injured. Yes, I’m jumping straight to the conclusion this is her blood and no one else’s. She’s smart and wouldn’t hesitate to yell out for help in any other clubhouse. Not one she doesn’t know though. One none of us have ever been in before. Except for maybe Blaze.

“Skull, this is how you repay us? You let my brother’s woman get taken or hurt? This is not good for business or continuin’ any sort of truce or friendship,” Blaze states, his voice steeled as he doesn’t back down from this man.

“I had no idea anythin’ would happen to her,” Skull says. “My men would never lay a hand on her. It has to be one of the other men here.”

“So, take us to wherever we can see the footage to find out where my ol’ lady is. I want her found. Now!” I demand, losing my patience.

Skull leads us to his office where I crowd in behind him as he turns it on. He rewinds the footage until I see Summer walk in. She grabs food and a cup of coffee before taking a seat at a table alone. I watch on as she woodenly eats her food and absently drinks her coffee. A man walks in, not paying any attention to the food, coffee, or other woman in the room. He stalks to the table my woman is sitting at and takes a seat. Skull turns up the volume as he tells her good morning, calling my woman sexy. Summer doesn’t say a word as she stares at him. She’s taking in every detail of his appearance.

When he gets aggressive with her, the blood flowing through my veins boils with rage. I watch as she tries to get away from him only to have him grab onto her wrist. Pure fear fills her eyes as her face contorts in pain. This motherfucker is going to die a slow, painful death at my fucking hands.

I continue to watch on as he suddenly picks her up and tosses her over his shoulder. Her head bounces off the door frame. When she looks up, lifting her head slightly as blood pours down her face, there’s a dazed look filling her eyes.

“Motherfucker!” I roar out, her own pain filling my body, trying to compete with the rage. “I want this asshole. Now, Skull. Who the fuck