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

Head MC. Located behind their biker bar, it was the main venue for underground shifter matches. Several of their members were on the card. Maverick and Mason were up early, fighting each other—the Death’s Head MC’s revenge for bouncing them last night. Chaos and Beast were pitted against other opponents in the last two matches of the night.

Unfortunately, they never made it that far. The Death’s Head MC interrupted Round Three of Maverick and Mason’s bout to seriously change things up. Announcing a fight to the death, two injured humans were tossed into the ring with a pair of knives.

The blonde across the way stopped breathing.

Quake’s cell buzzed with a text message from Stone.

Undercover ATF agents blown

Need extraction

On my mark

Jesus. Just what they didn’t need. Tested in front of the whole shifter community.

The Death’s Head MC would have shown them no mercy.

Quake looked across the way, seeking out Stone. Phantom, who had resumed his role as the Death’s Head Sergeant-at-Arms, was close by, smirking, enjoying his little show.

Stone launched himself at the arena. Seeing him, Maverick and Mason grabbed the two humans by their collars and hauled them to the door of the cage. Quake and Rock were there ahead of them, clearing the way for them to get the hell out.

Stone had done a partial shift, adding six inches to his height, turning his brown eyes green, and making his hardened skin impervious to blows and blades. Following his example, the rest of the Dragons did a partial shift as well, forming an impenetrable wall around the humans as they hustled them out of the building.

“Beast,” Quake rumbled. “Get the cage.”

Long ago, they’d learned to travel together, a show of strength in numbers. The cage was a more comfortable transport if someone got his ass kicked in the ring. The ATF agents should be grateful. They were in no shape to be riding on the back of a bike.

Quake surveyed the humans under their protection. The Death’s Head jackals had gone to town on them. One had a bruise the size of a fist darkening on his cheek. The other had been beaten severely. One eye was swollen shut. Shoulders hunched in pain, he cradled a broken arm.

The sound of an engine roared to life. A moment later, Beast skidded to a stop in their blacked-out van. “Get in,” he hollered.

Shouts came from behind them. Quake turned in time to see Maverick and Chaos take down a couple of Death’s Head jackals and race for the vehicle. Opening the passenger door, he helped bundle the humans inside.

“Who the hell are you guys?” one of the men asked once he was seated.

“Robin Hood but without the tights,” Mason grinned.

Beast grunted. “He never wore tights, and he stole from the rich to give to the poor. I don’t think he kidnapped people.”

“Batman,” Maverick muttered. “We’re Batman.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Stone growled, eyeballing them from his seat then turning his attention to the humans. “We’re the good guys. The ones who stopped you from being executed. Now keep quiet and sit still.”

“We need to get back to our van. Can you take us?” the man with the broken arm asked. “It’s not far.”

“The unmarked white panel van about a mile that way? It’s toast,” Chaos replied, pretending to make an explosion with his hand to give them a visual aid. “Gone. Blown up and burnt out.”

“Fuck,” the guy breathed out. “What are you going to do with us?”

Mason rubbed his jaw and looked at them thoughtfully. “Hmm, I don’t know. What do you think, Beast?”

“They’re too scrawny to eat,” the other biker rumbled, watching his rearview mirror as he sped them away from the scene. “I’m not sure anyone would pay to fuck their lily-white asses.”

Both humans paled, eyes widening in fright.

“Cut it out,” Stone snapped, rolling his eyes. “If they piss their pants, you’re going to be cleaning it up.”

“They’re just having fun with you,” Quake told them, ignoring Mason’s scowl. “We’ll drop you off at the hospital to get checked out. You’ll be on your own from there.”

From the look they shared between them, he wasn’t certain they believed him. Settling into their seats, they remained silent for the rest of the trip.

Knowing they couldn’t linger at the Emergency Room entrance, Beast pulled up out front but kept the engine running. Maverick and Quake bundled the humans out and guided them to the automatic doors.

“Go on,” Quake motioned when they stopped at the threshold.

“Thanks, man,” one of them croaked, the relief on his face clear.

Hurrying back to the van, Maverick slapped Quake on the shoulder. “Our good deed for the day is done. Hopefully, our Prez will recognize our efforts and let us celebrate. We fucking deserve it. Hey, Stone! I vote we all go to The Pole Barn for some cold beer and hot tail. What do you say?”

They needed to work off some of the lingering energy from their shift. A good fight would have helped, but so would a good fuck.

Stone was dragging his stubborn ass, taking his time to respond.

“It’ll be okay,” Rock assured him. “We’ll protect you from Amos. If he tries to cop a feel, that bear shifter’s gonna find himself declawed.”

Everyone knew that Amos had the hots for their President. Stone wasn’t homophobic but he was most assuredly hetero. He’d never done anything to make Amos think he’d be interested in a little hide-the-sausage but that hadn’t stopped the bouncer from hoping Stone was a gay-for-you kind of guy.

It was funny as shit, watching the two of them dance around each other. Because of it, Stone seldom visited The Pole Barn, sticking closer to home and patronizing their Dragons’ Den.

Their President swept his gaze around the van, taking the measure of everyone’s interest. “Fine,” he growled, vastly outnumbered. “Beast, take us to The Pole Barn.”

They made Amos’s night when he spied Stone in their group. Welcoming them all warmly, he kept his gaze latched on Stone’s crotch, his fingers itching to get in