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

“Drinking to forget doesn’t allow you to forget,” she says, causing me to snap my gaze to hers. Anger surges through me, and I step even closer to her. The softness of her tits against my chest makes every inch of me fire up with need.

“Oh? And you’re an expert?” I challenge with a smirk I know comes across as me being an arrogant dick, but it’s for her own good. She looks up at me like I’ve hung the fucking moon in her sky.

The roar of motorbikes breaks our connection, and I realize Dad’s home. I move quickly, leaving her behind on the back porch of her home, and make my way through the back door of mine. I don’t turn around because I know she’s watching me. The heat of her stare follows me, it engraves itself into my skin, and no matter how much I try, I can’t claw her out.

When we didn’t find that jackass, Gunner, Raze, Joint, and I came home. Hack told us that they’d somehow caught on to his trace and sent us on a wild goose chase. The moment I pulled into Anchor Bay, it was Trinity I needed to see. After talking to Snake, I knew there was only one person who could talk me down from the edge of the fucking cliff I’d been on.

I’m in the armchair flicking through my phone when Dad walks in dressed in a pair of dark jeans, a white tee, and his cut. He looks over at me, taking in the almost-empty bourbon bottle, and shakes his head.

“You need to quit that bullshit,” he bites out, frustration clear in his tone. He can tell me to stop drinking every day until he’s taking his final breath, but I can’t. I won’t. It’s the only way I can ease the memories from haunting me. “It doesn’t take away from the past, son.” This time, his voice is lower, less angry, and more affectionate. A big, burly biker showing his emotion.

I push to my feet, ignoring him as I swallow back the last mouthful of strong alcohol before flinging the bottle across the room. It hits the wall in an ear-piercing shatter, leaving my father and me in deafening silence in the aftermath.

Then he says in a voice turned to ice, “If you keep hurting yourself, you’ll only join them. Is that what you want?”

Anger flares once more, and I pierce him with a glare. “It’s what I deserve.” I try to shove by him, but my dad is a big man, double my size, and when he grabs my arm, hauling me back so we can look at each other face-to-face, I see it in his eyes—the hurt of what I just said. I don’t want to leave him, but I don’t know how else to live with the guilt anymore.

“You don’t deserve the pain. Or the heavy weight of what happened. I wish you’d listen to me when I tell you it wasn’t your fault.”

“Is that what you tell yourself at night so you can sleep in the same house as me?” Venom drips from every word, but my father doesn’t even flinch. Like I said—he’s strong, far stronger than I am, or ever will be.

“Snake and the brothers are working on finding him. They’re bringing him here, to the warehouse,” Dad tells me with a solemn expression. “When we do, you have twenty-four hours to interrogate and torture. If Snake is happy with your work, you’ll be given the Enforcer patch because Paddy is leaving. I doubt you’ll need help, but if you do . . .” For years I’d been begging my father to let me claim my rightful place, to take my position as Enforcer, to be the man who ends the lives of those who deserve it. But he’s never wanted that for me, and I’ve been stuck as a member with nothing more than a vote in church.

“Really?”

He nods. “Snake agreed. When you come face-to-face with him, you will have to be strong enough to do the job, and I’m not talking about some small-time kids’ games, son. This isn’t just anyone. This is the President of Satan’s Serpents.” I know who it is. I’ve wanted revenge on the man who runs that pack of animals and knew one day he’ll be in my crosshairs. And when that day comes, I’ll slice him from ear-to-ear and ask him why he’s fucking smiling.

11

Rogue

The sitting and waiting are the worst. While Hacker’s been working on a location, I’ve been pacing the wooden planks of our back porch. I know he’s doing all he can. It’s only been twelve hours since we got back from the motel, and he’s kept working on finding Lex.

The Satan’s Serpents aren’t to be messed with. One of the most notorious fuckers in the country, they’re known for violence and bloodshed. I should be concerned, I really should, but I’m not because revenge is the only thing I’m focused on as I sip my coffee and smoke my cigarette.

“It’s a bad habit you know,” comes the sweet voice from my left. I glance toward her, taking in her long, lithe legs—smooth and tanned. She’s wearing a pair of shorts that just about cover her ass I’m sure. Along with a floppy tee, she looks like she’s about to head to the beach. Casual, yet so damn sexy.

Trinity’s long, pink hair hangs to the middle of her back, and I’m taken back to last night when I wrapped my fist in the silky strands. She nears me, and I get a whiff of her perfume. Fruity, but there’s a hint of spice like cinnamon.

“You worried about me, little spy?” I ask, cocking a brow at her in question.

A small smile dances on her plump lips, her heart-shaped face brightening as she settles in a chair while keeping her eyes on me, and I wish