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

that it’s so close, it’s as if I can taste it like a fine fucking wine. And I’m not even a connoisseur. The only thing I want to be an expert in drinking is Trinity.

The motel up ahead looks like the place Hack said to wait it out until he had a firm location on Lex Bradley. As the wheels of my Harley turn left, I slow, and the brothers who followed me pull up beside me. It feels good to be out on the road, and it has helped clear my mind. I’ve decided once I get back, I’m going to be taking Trinity out on a proper date. One that she’ll remember for the rest of her life.

I’m not sure what that girl has done to me, but after the almost-kiss we shared, from that taste of her cherry fucking ChapStick, I can’t get her out of my head. Who the fuck am I kidding? I couldn’t get her out of my mind even after our first meeting. Since the day I laid my eyes on her, which was only a few days ago, I’ve been obsessing over her.

I head to the office to grab a couple of rooms for me and the guys. With the two sets of keys in hand, I head back to the bikes parked in the lot. Handing Gunner one of the keys, I grin. “Looks like we’re all bedmates for the evening,” I tell them.

There are three of the brothers with me—Gunner, Joint, and Raze.

“You see?” Gunner says, chuckling as he shoves Joint in the shoulder. “You’re going to get your chance to lie in bed with me. Just don’t jerk off because I’ll cut your dick off.”

“Fuck off, man,” Joint complains. I haven’t gotten to the bottom of why he’s called that, but I can only take a wild guess.

“Okay, let’s get some rest. I’ll call you guys if I hear from Hack,” I tell them before shoving the door open and stepping into the shitty motel room, which stinks of old fries and stale beer. Grabbing the packet from my jeans pocket, I pull out a cigarette and light it in the hopes of getting rid of the stench.

“Jesus, smells like someone died in here,” Raze grumbles as he slumps onto the mattress, which squeaks under his weight. He’s not big, but he’s fucking tall. Lean muscle and ink on every inch of his body, including a few teardrops on his cheek. With short black hair and eyes the same color as charcoal, he looks like a lethal motherfucker.

“Yeah, it fuckin’ does,” I respond, settling in the chair that overlooks the parking lot. I’m not at ease. Knowing that Lex is out there is making me anxious, and all I want to do is get back to Anchor Bay and see Trinity. Which is fucking ridiculous, but that’s how I feel. Dad is going to lose his shit when I tell him I want her.

“So, you and Tawny’s kid?” Raze asks as he picks out a smoke and flicks his lighter. The flame dances across the end, and I watch him for a moment as he blows circles into the air.

“I don’t know,” I respond honestly. Even though I don’t know him well, I realize I’m going to have to make an effort and learn who these men are. The same guys who are risking their lives to help me find the man I’m going to gut like a fish.

“Why? She’s hot.” Raze shrugs, a small smile tilting his lips. “I mean, I’m more into Kass, but Trin is a stunner as well.” His words may be innocent enough, but jealousy burns hot through my veins.

“You interested in Larkin? I thought she was with Hack.” My words have him stalling all movement. His black eyes lock on mine. “Hey, I’m just saying; I noticed her all over him last night.” Even as I say it, it feels like it’s been only a few minutes since my lips touched hers, since my tongue tasted her sweetness.

“They’re . . . on and off,” Raze says, “But the thing about it is, I want them both.” His words don’t necessarily shock me, but I was most certainly not expecting that.

“Nice,” is all I manage, because I can’t imagine being in a relationship with two other people, let alone one. “Do they know this?” I finally ask when he doesn’t offer more information. Something tells me the answer is no, but I can’t help but wonder if there’s more to the story.

Raze glances at me, a smirk gracing his features. “Not yet. I’ve had them both, just not at the same time.” He pushes up, killing the smoke in the ashtray sitting on the table beside me.

“Now that must’ve taken some doing since everyone lives in the smallest fucking circle known to man.” I can’t help but chuckle. It’s true. Anchor Bay is small, everyone knows everyone, and it’s strange that a motorcycle club would set up roots there, but when Raze looks at me, I see there’s more to the story flickering in his dark stare.

“Anchor Bay is small,” he admits. “But there’s a family there. When Snake first moved in on the town, we didn’t know we’d still be there ten years later. I wasn’t around then, but my dad was.”

“So, they put down roots in a small town?”

“Yeah, to keep their noses clean. But as times moved on, and members died or were killed, Snake moved onto manufacturing guns. He has a contact out in Arizona, president of the Fallen Saints, who helps us sell,” he says.

“Which means if anyone comes into town, we don’t have any weapons on site.” I nod. Makes sense, because when we were back home, the drugs and gun-running was one of the main reasons Dad wanted to leave. The other was me. I needed space from the shitshow I’d caused.

“There’s a warehouse about twenty miles out of town where we work on our shipments. Once