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

and turn her in the direction of the road. The prospect on the gate holds the remote to the gate up, and the gate opens for me to exit. If by chance I find her and she’s unharmed, my first question is gonna be how the fuck she got past the prospect at the gate.

As I hit the throttle, I speed down the road faster than I normally would, but the more I think about Storm leaving the clubhouse, the way she did infuriates me to no end.

I make it to the diner in record time. Glancing in through the front window, my vision goes red at the sight of Storm sitting there laughing with another man. What the ever-lovin’ fuck does she think she’s doing?

Putting the kickstand down, I climb off my bike and stalk into the diner throwing the door open as I pass. My fury grows as I get closer to their table and notice exactly who the hell she’s sitting with.

Fuck.

Dickerson.

He glances up at me and gives me a shit-eating grin. “I told Nerd I could get to her if I wanted to,” he chuckles.

I ignore his words for the moment and move to Storm’s side of the table. Reaching out, I grab her by her bicep and haul her up out of the booth.

Only when I have her in my clutches do I give Dickerson my attention. “You’re damn fuckin’ lucky we’re in a public place, and you didn’t touch Storm. I suggest you get the fuck out of my area before I change my fuckin’ mind and put a bullet in your head here and now. However, I’m leaving the satisfaction to Nerd and Coyote for what you did to Cara,” I snarl, hating the idea I’m letting him walk. But with him bein’ by himself, that leaves the rest of the men who helped him out there somewhere. There’s no way you can cut the head and it not grow back. These fuckers are like a hydra and constantly keep growing back its head times two.

Dragging Storm behind me, I ignore her protests. I need a moment to calm down before I face her again. Getting back on my bike, I order Storm to climb on behind me and hold on tight. Pulling away from the diner, I catch Dickerson’s evil glint and know I need to take caution in keeping Storm safe from him. How the fuck he drew her out of the clubhouse is gonna be another thing I find out from this infuriating woman who’s right now pressed against my back.

Instead of riding toward the clubhouse like I know I should, I take us somewhere secluded. Somewhere, where I can yell at her and find out before we even get to the club what the fuck she was thinkin’.

Turning down the lane to my land I’d yet to build a house on, I pull up into the meadow that I’ll eventually have a home. Shutting my bike off, I put the kickstand down and tap Storm’s thigh signaling for her to hop off. Though I don’t have to do this since she’s already on the move swinging her leg off and stepping away from me.

“What the hell do you think you were doing? I mean, who do you think you are speaking like that to someone I classify as a friend?” she snaps.

“Friend?” I sneer, narrowing my gaze on her as I also climb off my bike. Stepping closer to her, I can nearly feel the heat radiating off her body. “Sweetheart, Dickerson is no friend of yours. He’s the fuckin’ reason your brother and his ol’ lady are hurt in the first fuckin’ place. That motherfucker would gladly see your throat slit before being your friend.”

I don’t give a damn if her eyes widen with fear at the fact this fuckhead is the cause for her brother being hurt or anything else. All I care about right now is making sure Storm gets it in her head that she can’t do shit like this.

“That still doesn’t give you the right to come into the diner the way you did, acting like some jealous boyfriend or whatnot. I’m not yours. You’ve made that perfectly clear, jerk face,” she screams.

Unfortunately, my entire being reacts, and I’m unable to stop myself at her screaming those words. Jerking her into my embrace, I wrap one arm around her waist, and the other goes into her hair, tangling my fingers into its dark locks. Using my fingers in her hair, I tilt her head back and slam my mouth down on hers, claiming it in a way that I wish I were able to truly do so.

4 Storm

Holy macaroons, Blow’s mouth is on mine. His tongue dances with mine while he holds me flush against his body.

Oh. My.

I know rationally I should shove Blow away from me. Demand to know what he’s doing, then again, no matter how much seeing him with those other women hurts me, I’ve been in love with this man since I was fifteen.

I’ve dreamed of having his lips fused to mine in the very same act as they are now.

Moaning into his mouth, I wind my arms over his shoulders and curl them around his neck while lifting myself up on my tiptoes.

Blow’s hand in my hair tightens as he deepens the kiss even further. My heart races in my chest, nearly beating out of my chest at the passion pouring from his mouth to mine. Breaking the kiss of a lifetime, Blow lifts his head long enough for him to remove my t-shirt from my body. Leaving me clad in only a bra and jeans.

In a haze of lust, I suppose you can blame it on the two of us allowing our bodies to do all the talking rather than we use words. I don’t think I could form a word if I wanted to at this point.

With an easy movement, Blow lowers me to the