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

“He’s a member of the mother chapter. His name is Rancid. He’s the Vice President and almost untouchable. However, we have this footage and can use that to take him down. The thing we need to concentrate on right now is findin’ Summer. She’s gotta be out back somewhere,” Skull says, making sense as my mind fills with a desperation to find my woman. “Malice, go find Rancid and make sure he doesn’t leave the clubhouse. I want eyes on him at all times.”

I race from the room and make my way back toward the kitchen. Everyone quickly gets out of my way as I storm past them. I’m not sure if it’s my quickness or the fury covering my face causing them to get out of my way. As I enter the kitchen, I hear Skull calling out for everyone to spread out and search for Summer. Blaze, KO, and Whiskey are on my heels as I storm through the door and begin calling her name.

It feels as if hours pass with walking the yard and calling out for Summer when I hear something banging against a piece of metal or cement. I yell out for everyone to shut up so I can figure out what the sound is. Hearing it again, I look to the small shed that’s standing off to the side of me. That’s where the sound is coming from.

“Shut the fuck up!” I yell out to the men searching out back. “Do you hear that? Open this fuckin’ door. Now!”

Skull races over to me, he pulls keys from his pocket and undoes the lock. We pull the doors open, almost ripping them from the hinges. The sight before me causes me to race to Summer’s side and drop to my knees next to her. Summer has been beaten to hell. Her eyes are swollen shut with cuts and bruising already filling her face. Summer’s jaw is swollen, her clothes are ripped to shreds, covering the ground next to her body, as more bruises and cuts cover her body. Looking closer at her, I see bruising around her throat. Finger marks are clearly outlined. My heart is shattering into a million pieces.

“D-Dozer? I can’t see you,” she whispers, her voice raw and painful sounding.

“Baby, your eyes are swollen shut. I don’t even know where to touch you. Your entire body is covered in bruises and cuts,” I tell her, not keeping my emotion from filling my voice as I look down at her. “Someone call for a fuckin’ ambulance!”

Summer begins to drift away from me. I can tell as her hand drops whatever she was using to get our attention. Her head falls to the side and I know I’m losing her.

“Summer, stay with me,” I plead, shouting out for her.

“Dozer, the ambulance will be here in a minute. You need to move out of the way so they can work on her,” Blaze tells me, kneeling by my side.

“You keep this fucker here. I’m goin’ with my woman. No one is to touch the fucker until I know what’s goin’ on and that she’ll be okay. Even then it won’t be a long, drawn out process. I’m not leavin’ her side for longer than maybe an hour,” I tell my President and friend.

We back out of the small shed so the EMTs can make their way in to help Summer. They’re asking us all sorts of questions. Questions we can’t answer because none of us were here when she got attacked. I should’ve been by her side. Hanging my head, I realize I didn’t wake up as normal when Summer gets out of bed. For some reason, I slept through it. If I had been at her side this wouldn’t be happening to her.

“Dozer, stop. This isn’t your fault,” KO tells me, placing a hand on my shoulder as I keep my eyes on everything these people are doing to Summer.

“Yeah, it is,” I answer, my voice barely a whisper. “I should’ve been awake and by her side.”

“You couldn’t have known,” he tells me as Skull comes to stand next to us.

“I should’ve woken up. We’re in a strange clubhouse and don’t know jack shit about this club. With other clubs here, there’s no way I shouldn’t have been by her side,” I state, my voice broken as they finally load her up on the gurney to get to the ambulance.

I walk behind them as they carefully wheel her around the side of the clubhouse to the waiting ambulance. When they load her inside, I climb up with them and carefully hold her hand in my own. I’m begging with anyone I can think of to spare her life and ensure she makes it out of this in one piece.

Bikes fire up and follow us to the hospital as we speed through the streets. Time slows down as I watch the EMT in the back continue to work on Summer. Finally, after what feels like hours, we slow down and pull into the hospital. I remain seated until the backdoors open. Jumping out, I carefully watch them as they lower the stretcher to the ground. The EMTs race inside as I follow them. As soon as we get inside, I’m ushered to the waiting room where I immediately begin pacing.

Blaze and several other guys file in the entrance and take seats, causing the other patients and family members to side eye us and move farther away. A woman walks out, calling for the family member of the Jane Doe just brought in by ambulance.

“Her name’s Summer,” I state, walking over to her.

“I’m sorry, sir. Are you family of her?” she asks, a hitch to her voice.

“I’m her husband,” I declare, staring down at the woman dressed in scrubs.

“Can you fill these out, please?” she questions, trying to keep her voice firm and failing.

“Where is she?” I question her.

“They’re taking her to get images done so we know what damage is done to her. They