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

looking for a world of hurt. Taking money from the club is a death sentence and one I have no problem dishing out myself.

My phone rings, and I lift it up to find it’s Sniper callin’ me.

“What’s goin’ on?” I ask, putting the phone to my ear.

“Shit’s goin’ down with the Dragon’s Fire MC. When Storm gets there, do not let her leave. It seems Dickerson, the shit head, has threatened to go after her,” Sniper sneers through the line.

“I’ll see to it she’s safe, brother,” I declare, standing to my feet to go in search for said woman. She should be here by now.

“Appreciate it, Prez,” he mutters and fills me in on the status of Nerd and his ol’ lady, that’s ironically Coyote’s little sister. I could have seen that one coming a mile away. Sucks the bullshit she had to go through at the hands of Dickerson and his twisted mind.

I end the call with Sniper just as I make it to the main room. Putting my phone back in my pocket, I scan the room, my gaze landing on Storm as she glares into the bottle of water in her hands.

Taking in her appearance, I realize how much I fuckin’ miss having her around the clubhouse. Her being away has left a mark on me in a way I hadn’t realized. And unfortunately, I won’t be rectifying that between the two of us. This is for the best and her not wanting to be around me is even better.

2 Storm

I can’t believe this crap. Why in the world do they have to do this to me? I’d been perfectly fine out in my cabin in the middle of nowheresville. That is until Torch and Surge showed up and told me to pack up and come home.

Home. Ha. That’s a good one.

This place doesn’t feel like home anymore. Not since I left that night.

I’d started working for myself. Well, more like I started writing and decided to see it through, had my book edited, and found out, I could upload it to the Internet. Paranormal romance is something I’ve always enjoyed, but what I found really fun is writing it. I brought my visions to life in my head, and holy crap, it felt nice. I’m actually getting ready to publish the next one in another month, and I don’t know whether or not I want to vomit with nerves.

I finally found what I wanted to do, and I don’t want to listen to anyone tell me otherwise on my decision. I did sign up for some online courses that I didn’t tell anyone about. Shoot, none of the people here in this clubhouse know anything about me anymore. How, in the last five months, do I feel like I could change so much in such a short amount of time?

It’s because I put all my efforts into writing to block out my feelings from taking over. I didn’t want to see him again, not when I can’t stop my heart from aching at the sight of him. As I pretend to glare at the water bottle in front of me, I take him in out of the corner of my eye. He’s still as sinfully sexy as he always has been with his dark hair hidden under his ball cap. In fact, I have a picture of him on my phone, I can’t bring myself to delete, of him shirtless leaning against the side of the clubhouse with his cap shielding his gaze.

It’s always been one of my favorite pictures of him.

I wish Surge and Torch could have just taken me to my brother’s charter. At least there, I could have checked on him and made sure he was good with my own two eyes. I hate that he’s hurting. He’s my brother, and family is supposed to be there when you need them most. Not locked away at the clubhouse where you can’t get to them.

Inwardly, I shake my head to clear my mind. I need to get my head on straight and figure out what I’m going to do. There’s no way I can stay here for very long without having to be near Blow. Seeing him hurts, and I know I’ll never stop loving him, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t broken a part of me inside.

“Stormy, why don’t you go get some rest? It’s late,” my mom suggests startling me out of my thoughts. There’re not many people like my mom out there in the world. Rain is special in a lot of ways, mainly because she’s sweet and kind, preferring to look out for others rather than herself. I used to love hearing the stories about how she met Sniper. Evidently, he and a few of his brothers were out camping, while on a hike in the middle of the day, he stumbled upon my mom sunbathing in a meadow. According to them, it was right then and there he claimed her, but I know there’s more to it. Such as my biological father, I somewhat remember him; however, it’s not much. What I do know though, is that he wasn’t a nice person. So my mom being who she is and being as sweet as she is, everyone loves her.

Nodding, I give my mom a small smile. “Yeah, I think I’ll go ahead and head to bed,” I mutter, standing to my feet and picking up the bottle off the table.

“Okay, baby, before you go, did you eat already?” she asks, not forgetting to make sure I’m not going to be hungry.

“Yeah, Mom, I’d eaten before Surge and Torch came to drag me here,” I grumble and leave the room. I’m not about to let her call me out on the lie. Honestly, I don’t think I could even stomach an ounce of food at the moment due to my emotions.

Without looking in Blow’s direction, I head for the room I use when I’m here. I barely get