Twisted Knights: Angels and Demons
Twisted Knights MC: Book One
By Lauren Calhoun
Text Copyright © 2015 Lauren A
Calhoun
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
This book is dedicated to:
My loving and devoted husband. You will always be my favorite biker. Love you!
Acknowledgments:
Chasiti and Pam- Thank you so much for all your hard work, love and support
. You will never know how much you-all mean to me!
Melissa- You’re an amazing editor and will always be my first go to! If anyone needs something edited email me for her information.
A note to the readers:
Thank you all for taking the time to read this book. It warms my heart to know that you are reading MY book. My baby, the thing that I spent many of sleepless nights working on. My blood, sweat and tears went into this.
This is the first book of a whole series, Hopefully every club member will have their time to shine. Those of you who are reading a MC (motorcycle club) book for the first time. There is some terminology that you might need to be aware of. I'll explain that in just a second.
Lastly, I choose to start with this book first because it is one that truly hits home for me. This story is HIGHLY dramatized, nothing this bad happened to me. I was a victim once and I found my way out. I want anyone out there to know there is always a way out. NO ONE and I repeat no one should ever have to go through any kind of abuse. Mental or Physical. If you ever need to talk or someone to vent to, please contact me.
[email protected]
Terminology
Sweet butt's – Groupies that service the club. Has no direct connection to one member.
Old Lady- A girlfriend or wife of a club member.
Cut- A leather vest that shows the club insignia, club name, rank, along with various other patches.
1% patch- 99% of motorcyclists are law-abiding citizens, implying that the last one percent are outlaws
Prospect- A potential club member.
Patch holder- A person that is already a full member of the club.
Church- Patch holder's meeting. No electronics or cell phones. Often held to talk about club business. No, non patch holder is allowed in the Chapel during this time.
Chapel- A soundproof room where meeting are held.
Nomads- Patch holder's that don't belong to any chapter. Free roaming.
Angel
He was standing in front of me, my feet and hands were tied tightly behind me. It wasn't often I got punished, but tonight is by far the worst. He had already taken a razor to my inner thighs. The blood was pooling at my knees. The tears stung my cheeks and the shaking was uncontrollable. “I'm sorry I upset you, it will never happen again.” I begged for his forgiveness. Earlier we had hosted a pool party for his business associates, and I had made the mistake of dressing in a bikini. “I'm making sure you will never forget that the only person that gets to see this body is me” The Razor sliced my breast and I screamed in agony. Why was he doing this? He had to know I love him and didn't want anyone else. “I OWN YOU, REBECCA. WHEN I AM DONE NO ONE WILL EVER WANT YOU!” He screamed in my face while running the razor across the other one.
I woke in a cold sweat, shaking. Every night the same damn nightmare, getting up to check on my sleeping angels, I couldn't shake the memories. It wasn't until my twins were conceived that I grew the courage to leave.
Two weeks after I found out about my pregnancy, I drained my saving account and took a small withdrawal out of the joint account. Small meaning a couple thousand, He wouldn't miss it.
I had already gotten myself a new identity, thanks to my brother, who has been a long time member and Vice President of the Twisted Knights MC. Steel had used some of his many connections to get everything taken care of, including setting me up with an apartment attached to the clubhouse. To the outside world I was going to be Angel Moore, not the wife of CEO mongrel Clarke Murphy.
Another club member and my brother were going to kidnap me, or at least that was what Clarke was going to think when he got home. They staged it as a break in, even leaving a ransom letter. They took me out with a burlap sack over my head, with my hands zip-tied behind my back, hoping the neighbors saw it. The Cage was an unmarked van with no plates, sometimes it pays to have an outlaw brother.
Now, thinking back on it, I should have just killed him. The amount of abuse he put me through, no one could have blamed me. I was smart enough to take pictures and keep them hidden, but my babies deserved better than a murderer for a mother, since they already had an abusive father.
Eleven months later I was living right under Clarke's nose, with twins and a whole new life. He was never going to give up looking for me, I was sure of that. There was only one way this could end, one of us has to die.
Demon
She is so beautiful, I couldn’t believe she had said yes. Meghan has agreed to be my wife. The moment I dropped to one knee, she had burst into tears, waving her hands in front of her face to fan the tears, and bouncing around like a school girl. All of my dreams could come true with her by my side.
The planning and prep work only took a few short months to arrange. Before we knew it, the date was slowly approaching. With one week till the wedding, we were busy finishing up with the cake decorator. Red Velvet Cake, with cream colored buttercream icing. After having a mini fight about the topper, I submitted to her, no couple on a Harley for me.
Leaving the bakery, we stepped out onto the sidewalk and headed to my bike. Meg was smiling and talking about the big day. All that was left was her final fitting for her dress.
I heard the gunshots and the screams, I don't who’s know scream I heard. All I remember was Meghan's body dropping to the ground. It wasn't until I saw the blood that it registered with me she had been shot. I dropped to my knees, and lifted her into my arms stroking her hair. The bullets had hit her directly in the chest. There was nothing I could do. I held her tightly as she gasped and coughed unable to breath through all the blood. Tears formed in my eyes as she whispered.
“I love you, be free.” My Meg died in my arms before the paramedics could arrive.
Beep Beep Beep
Stupid fucking alarm clock. I looked over at the nightstand, grabbed the clock, yanked it from the wall, and threw it against the partially closed door. The dream, that horrible time in my life, was a turning point for me.
I had met Meg through the club, She was the President's daughter. I guess it was love at first sight. Three short months of dating lead me to do the one thing I had never planned to do, propose.
Meg had been gunned down by a Rival club looking to lay claim to our turf. The bullets were meant for me, but the gunman had missed.
The day we buried Meg, Jack died and Demon was born. I went on a warpath. I slaughtered and tortured anyone I thought to have been a part of her death. I became a cold heartless killer and embraced the demon within. We finally got a hold of the bastard responsible for pulling the trigger. The Club had voted that Spider and I got to do whatever we saw fit to this asshole, and I was going
to make sure that before he met his maker he would regret fucking with Twisted Knights and killing my Beloved Meg.
It took Spider and I three days. Three days of screaming, crying and bargaining from the pussy little bitch. Shit he started howling after the first little toe. Not real sure what he thought to accomplish with all the noise. We had him tied to a chair, in an abandoned warehouse, in the middle of nowhere. The birds and other wildlife being the only ones to hear his cries. They were also the only other ones to hear him take his last breath around his own cock. We figured it was symmetry for being a cock sucking asshole in life also.
Since then, I have devoted all of my free time into moving up the ranks within the club. I've trained in many forms of hand to hand combat, blade skills and became an excellent marksman.
I just got back last night from a two year long trip. It shouldn't have taken as long as it did, but the way the New Mexico chapter runs things fucking sucks. Twisted Knights chapters have a very impressive gun running business. Tank, the new President down south, wasn't quite holding up his end of the chain. Shipments of guns were coming up missing, along with the payments. As the founding chapter, all others look to us. My job was to simply go in weed out the bad and bring in the new.
“Spider, man, these fucker's don't know their ass from a hole in the ground. I swear, Tank has to be the dumbest son of a bitch there is. He's left evidence everywhere, even in his bank account.” I was outside the New Mexico clubhouse, reporting back to Prez. This is fucking bullshit, our own brothers fucking all of us. This will not be tolerated, I'll make sure of that.
“Take care of whoever is involved, I don't care if it's their president. I'll have all the other chapters get together to call a vote. I'll call with the green light as soon as the gavel drops.” The phone line went dead. Great, that means I am stuck in this hell hole indefinitely. SON OF A BITCH!
After I did my cleansing, we had a total of ten brothers left. Twenty three members lost in a scheme to steal from the club as a whole. The demon inside of me was satisfied, for the time being. It won't take long for him to rear his ugly head again.
I crawled out of bed, walked to the kitchen, poured a glass of water and chugged it. Damn it, I have to go to the store. Two years gone so of course there was nothing to eat or drink. Today was going to be a busy day. I had to stock up the house, the bike needs a tune up and of course I'm due at the clubhouse tonight.
I would also be making a trip into Twisted tonight at some point. It's been awhile since I got my dick wet.
Angel
Fear, I truly live by it. The nightmares are just the icing on a very fucked up, seven tier cake. I don't know how I let myself get to this point. Looking over my shoulder every time I stepped outside was not what I pictured myself doing ten years ago.
I always wanted to write, romance novels mainly. Clarke never supported that dream, he wanted me to be the standard run of the mill house wife. Now all I am is a defenseless woman, up against the worst kind of person. A money hungry, power driven, abusive husband.
There was points during the past couple of years, that I honestly didn't think I would make it out alive. His playroom, I call it the torture chamber, is the most well kept secret in the Murphy household. I lost count of how many times I have been in that god awful place. I need to keep reminding myself that I never have to go back. I will not continue to be his victim. Today I am going to start putting the past behind me. The twins and I are going to be survivors.
I needed to learn how to fight, not just for myself, for Ryder and Rylynn. The past couple of months Steel kept avoiding the subject, but today I wasn't going to allow him to.
Clarke had turned me into a sissy. I had to remain completely perfect all the time. His fucking image would be damaged if I stepped out of the house with one strand of hair out of place. I was never allowed to lift a finger, not even to cook my husband a meal. He had rules, lots of them, that had to be obeyed.
“As my wife you will hold the perfect image or you will enter the playroom. I don't want to see my wife on the front of some gossip rag. Do I make myself clear, Bitch?”
“Yes, Sir.” Any other response would lead to another busted lip or worse, the torture chamber. My one true weakness was my fear of getting left in that horrid place again. If I so much as blinked without permission, I would get stuck there for days on end.
“Good girl, now come over here and perform your wifely duties,” He dropped his pants and stood there waiting. Slowly I walked over to him, Shivering with fear the whole way.
Fucking flashbacks.
“Steel, I know you are my brother and all, but stop treating me like I'm a child. We can't hide forever you know. The twins are going to start school, then what? I won't run away from their home, I have to think about them, their future. I also know that Clarke calls you once a week, even if you pretend he doesn't.”
I was actually hoping he would fuck up and come here. It would most likely end with him in a shallow grave somewhere cut into a thousand little pieces, but not before they torture him for everything they know he has done to me, which isn't much.
The Twisted Knights wore the 1% patch on their cuts for a reason. I would inform them of ALL the horrible things he did to me, if needed. Trust, they didn't even know a third of it.
“He's not going to find you, I promise, but if it makes you feel better I got a guy that will teach you the ins and outs of self defense. Including how to wield a knife and how to shoot a gun. Then we will talk about getting you a gun. If he for some reason shows up or you're out and he recognizes you then you can shoot him”
He was sitting on the couch in my apartment holding Ryder while feeding him his bottle, big bad biker dude holding his two month old nephew, spit rag and all. Steel was good at being a badass biker, but when it came to these babies he was a big softy.
“Damn right, when can we start?” I asked.
“Let me make a call and I'll let you know. Are you sure you can, the twins are only two months old. Aren't you still healing?” Shit, I started to work at the bar four weeks after the twins were born, now he's worried?
“I go to the doctor next week, she should be releasing me. I want to get started soon, no more playing the victim, If he finds us I want to be able to defend my babies.”
Steel laid Ryder down in his playpen and took off out the door. He hated when I talked about finishing the job myself. Rebecca would have never thought like that, But Angel she wanted two things in life, safety for her and her kids and REVENGE. I could slowly feel the abused shell, that once was Rebecca, falling away. No matter what happens, I never want to be her again. The real, strong willed, sassy Rebecca died the day she said “I do”.
Over the past eleven months I had seen Clarke on the news often, he was helping the search to find his kidnapped wife. If only they knew the hell I went through before. Not once did any article or press conference say anything about me being pregnant, that could have something to do with the guys from the club paying off the doctor to destroy all records. We wanted no trail, to me or the pregnancy. If anything he can have me, but he will never get my kids.
Do I miss my husband? NO, I miss the man he was before the marriage. I miss the man that spoiled and adored me. Once the honeymoon was over, my life had become a living hell. I had no doubt at all that he loved me, but it wasn't the healthy kind. That was not, is not, a marriage, it's a damn slavery.
In order to get away, I had to completely change my appearance, finally being allowed to be natural. Going from a small to a Large, I now have some kick ass curves. Then I was a B cup, now I overflowed a D. I owe a lot of my new looks to the twins, they did wonders for my breasts and ass. I also have the stretch marks, and the way I look at it, I'm a momma tiger that earned her stripes. I wouldn't change a thing about myself now. I finally felt happy, somewhat, when I looked in the mirror. All these changes are what has allowed me to live so close without being spotted. Still, that ugly thing called fear took over, some days are bett
er than others. Today, despite everything that has gone on, is a good day. On days like today I feel sexy and empowered. I don't know why, I just do.
Demon
Putting groceries away has to be one of the worst things to do in life. Almost as bad as actually shopping for them. Once I got everything I put away, I decided to out and mow the grass. I walked into the garage and looked over everything. Jizz, the prospect that I sponsored, has completely made a mess of this shop. I might be a biker, but when I work on my truck or bike I'm neat about it. I know one mother fucker that is about to have my size fourteen parked up his ass. I was about halfway through straightening up, when my phone rang.
“Steel, what's up brother?”
“Not too much. Glad to have you back,” He sounded stressed
For a few minutes, we caught up on things in the clubhouse, then we got to the reason of this phone call.
“Look bro, I need a favor, Angel is serious about learning self defense. She wants to be able to defend my niece and nephew if that low life mother fucker can ever find her. I need to know she is being taught the best by the best.”
Steel was asking me to teach his sister how to fight, how to kill. Pretty much wanting me to babysit his little sister, who I have never even met, while trying to teach her how to land a round kick hard enough to break someone's jaw. On top of all that, she had just had just given birth to not one but two babies.
“Uh, I don't know dude. Will she even be able to handle the training. I'm not exactly the easiest trainer in the club. Hell, members have quit.”
“I know, but you didn't see the look in her eyes. I'm not saying she won't take longer or struggle. But I know my sis, those kids mean the world to her and she is not going to let that fucker near them. She has drive and if she is half the woman I think she is then Bec...Angel can handle it”
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