Twisted Steel: An MC Romance Anthology

by Knox, Elizabeth

  “Not now,” I snap as she starts to amble over to me.

  “But I just wanted to welcome you back,” she purrs. Any other time I might take her up on the offer, but right now I ain’t got the time for it.

  Without giving her the attention she wants from me, I stalk toward the room where we hold church, and pull my cell phone out of my pocket as I go. Unlike Twister’s clubhouse I haven’t rigged this room up with a jammer for our phones and so we leave them in a basket outside of the room.

  The rest of my brothers follow suit, taking their places at the table. Once everyone is in their seats, I slam the gavel down on the table. All eyes are on me as I relay the information I learned and glance over at Nerd. “Were you able to find anything?” I ask.

  “I think I might have. Over the last year, at least two girls have gone missing from a few of the college campuses and all within months of each other. Now I don’t know about you, but that ain’t a coincidence if you ask me. But, that’s not all. There was another report made about a month ago. A stripper over in Lynchburg went missing only to turn up days later in James River by the Heritage Trail,” Nerd says before sliding a file across the table toward me. “You might want to bring Summer in here for a quick chat with all of us. Last night when she finished her shift, she’d seemed really spooked but didn’t want to talk to anyone until she spoke with you. I don’t know what’s going on with her, but after looking into this shit . . . I’d like to make sure what’s bothering her doesn’t involve this.”

  Nodding, I turn to Blaze, “Grab Summer, let’s see what she has to say. If it’s relevant to this, I’d prefer to know now instead of later.”

  Doesn’t take Blaze long to retrieve her. “You're not to sit in one of these chairs,” Blaze snaps at her.

  “I’m sorry,” she squeaks, nearly jumping out of her skin. Immediately, I know something is up ‘cause that isn’t her character. It’s out of the ordinary for her to be so jumpy. Summer’s always been a bitch to those around her. The only reason anyone keeps her around is because of the money she brings in for the club.

  “Tell me what’s going on,” I demand.

  “I . . . um . . . I overheard some things during my shift last night at Dolly’s Playhouse,” she says with widening eyes.

  “What did you hear?” Tracker asks her gently.

  “There were these men, I’d never seen them before but they’d been dressed like those people you see going door to door carrying bibles or something like it,” she says.

  “You mean Jehovah’s Witnesses?” Tracker suggests.

  “Yeah, I suppose that’s what they’re called. Anyways, I’d been doing my rounds when I stopped at their table to offer a lap dance to any of them, but they didn’t want it. Told me to go the fuck away and wash my sins away before they did it for me.” By the time she gets through, she’s shaking at the threat she’d received. “I don’t know what they meant, but I don’t want to know. It gave me a weird feeling.”

  “Fuck,” I mutter. “Nerd, go check the security cameras to see what you can find on them. We need to talk to the rest of the girls to see if they heard anything. Make sure no one’s missing,” I state, slamming the gavel down and storm out of the room.

  Grabbing my phone, I pull up a number I didn’t intend to use this soon.

  Pressing send, I wait for her to answer. “What do you want, Stoney?”

  “Looks like you best get your ass down here, Sugar. Got something you're gonna wanna see for yourself,” I growl into the phone.

  “Got it. I’ll be there in twelve or so hours,” she says before hanging up on me.

  Fuck, guess we’ll be putting this alliance to the test.

  6

  Boss

  In all my time making long trips, I’ve never taken a straight shot from one city to the next. Queens to Stonewall Mills is a little over seven hours away, but with the D.C. traffic it added two hours onto our trip. That even gave me a couple hours to spare in the twelve-hour window I gave Stoney earlier today.

  I didn’t tell Stoney, but I never planned on coming alone. If I did, Omen would’ve lost his shit on me. He always makes it a point to reiterate that it’s dumb for us to both be at the same place, at the same time, whenever we’re out on runs together. Almost like he thinks I’m not the Prez or some shit. Even now, I can’t help but roll my eyes. I decided to take Ricochet with me since he’s already on good terms with the Devil’s Riot MC, and Venom because she’s observant as fuck and can spot something shady from a mile away. It’s part of the reason I like her so much.

  Stoney had texted me the address to his club so we went straight there. The only downside is I just got back to the club and sat my ass down when Stoney called me.

  We head down a long, dirt road with trees lining both sides. After a five-minute drive, we’re still not near the clubhouse and we all come to a stop. Venom tears off her helmet. “Are we even close?”

  “This is the address he gave me,” I declare after taking my own helmet off. I scan my eyes along past the trees and look as far as the eye can see, but the only thing in my view is more trees. I slide my helmet back on and continue onward. Within a moment, I hear Venom and Ricochet following suit. It must be two miles down the road when we come to a clearing where the dirt road spans off to the left and right with a structure in the center.

  I can spot some bikes parked out front and see trucks parked off to the side. As we grow closer I can see the amber colored bricks with aged cream grout. Whenever I’ve gone to clubs outside of the city, they always have some sort of porch with a recreational area for the guys to shoot the shit, but not here. Instead there’s a large wooden door with a couple windows by it. Honestly, it looks like a creepy house in the middle of nowhere, but I know better.

  Before we’re even off our bikes, a couple guys come through the doors. I don’t know any of them and am surprised to see Stoney isn’t with them. One guy whose patch I can’t read from this far away comes strutting up. He’s a scrawny, beady-eyed lookin’ fucker who reminds me of a naked mole rat. But as he grows closer, I can read the name ‘Mikey’. He snickers lowly, dragging his hand across his jaw, and looks to Venom and I as we place our helmets on our handlebars. “My, my, what beautiful clubwhores we have here.” He walks right over to Venom, places his hand on her shoulder, and I see the way her eyes flicker with anger. “I can’t wait to have the time of my life with you tonight, baby.”

  Shit, he’s gonna regret saying that. Venom grabs the hand that’s on her shoulder, twists it back, and within a minute I hear a loud pop followed by screams you swear were from a woman. “Fuck, did you just break my arm?” he screams at her, only getting a smirk from Venom.

  She shrugs, “I dunno. Maybe you should go see a doc.”

  A man comes up from the group with shoulder-length dark hair and kind eyes. “I’m sorry for his disrespect, Boss. I’m Tracker.” This Tracker fella extends his hand and I shake it. “Now, would you mind letting me know if this dipshit has a broken bone?”

  Venom snickers, “It isn’t broken. The big baby just thinks it is. It’s dislocated, but don’t ask me to fix it.”

  “She can fix it?” he asks, raising a brow.

  I nod.

  The door to the Devil’s Riot MC clubhouse comes swinging open with a woman venturing through the door. She appears to be in her mid-forties or so, if I had to guess, with sandy blonde hair that has black underneath. Her eyebrows are thick, giving me the impression she really cares about her appearance, and as she grows closer I can see my thoughts are correct. She has impeccable artwork on her shoulder, spanning down to her hand. Being in this lifestyle, I see lots of ink, but the shading on her is unlike anything else my eyes have ever landed on.

  “What the hell is goin’ on here? I heard a woman scream,” the woman retorts.

  “That was Mikey,” Tracker chuckles lowly, quickly recovering.

  Her eyes shift over to the scrawny guy and I can tell she mutters something under her breath, but sh
e doesn’t say anything. “Whatever. I could hear your bickerin’ from inside and you’d best not start anything before Stoney gets back. You guys know how much of a hothead he can be.”

  “That we do, Momma B.” Tracker nods, agreeing with the lady.

  The rumbling of bikes causes me to turn around and off in the distance I can see two bikes come flying up the lane. As they draw closer, I can see Stoney’s Harley as he comes up, parks next to the club, turns off his bike, and dismounts, as does the man next to him as well.

  Stoney doesn’t waste any time while he walks right up to me. “One of our clubwhores works at Dolly’s Playhouse and got spooked by some guys who wanted to make sinners pay. Not only that, but one of our other girls, Tiny, overheard one of the usual customers talking about guys who sounded the same. They’re going over to the next town acting like bible thumpers who go door to door, trying to send their message. Sound familiar?”

  I blink a few times at him, wishing this didn’t sound familiar to me at all. It seems like this cult is changing the way they operate, targeting a specific type of people. “I’m sure there’s more.”

  He nods. “Yeah. I’ve heard their message is maintaining the innocence of young women until marriage, and ensuring they aren’t branded a sinner. Tiny overheard something you haven’t told me, though. Apparently, they have a program for young ladies who are minors. It’ll rectify them in the eyes of God.”

  I narrow my eyes. “What, like a camp?”

  “Sure sounds like it.”

  “Fuck. We need to get inside and talk by ourselves.”

  Stoney nods. “Alright, let’s go into my office.”

  7

  Stoney

  After the heated conversation in my office with Boss, I find her at the bar drinking what appears to be a bourbon while she talks to Cherry Pie. The two of them are laughing at something or another and a thought crosses my mind. Let’s see about putting that rumor about her club to a test.

  With a grin on my face, I approach the two women, placing my hand on both their backs. I know Cherry Pie will do anything I tell her to do. Boss, on the other hand, is a wild card, but we’ll see just how adventurous she can be.

  “How about we go have a party of our own in my office?” I suggest, running my fingers softly along Boss’ spine as I tap Cherry Pie’s ass roughly.

  “Let me ask you something, Stoney. Do I get her by myself, or is this a two-for-one deal?” I see what she’s doing. Damn, the woman really must not care for me much.

  “It’s me and Cherry Pie or neither of us,” I declare.

  Boss glances over to Cherry Pie and I see lust fill her eyes. She nods her head and downs the rest of her drink, following behind me and Cherry Pie as I guide them into my office. Locking the door, I move around them to sit on the couch, ready to watch the show.

  “Cherry Pie, I want you to take Boss’ clothes off slowly, then suck her tits into your mouth,” I order. Boss’ eyes narrow and she stares at me. Everything about the woman screams dominance, but she had her turn last night. Now it’s my turn.

  “Just roll with it, Sugar. I know you like to be in charge of things, and you will be, but just let me enjoy the show. Once she’s done with you, you’ll be doing the same to her,” I say.

  It feels like the minutes are prolonged as we stare each other down. Boss grips ahold of Cherry Pie’s hair and pulls her in for a demanding kiss while Cherry works at pulling Boss’ pants apart.

  The way Boss seemed to take control of Cherry Pie’s movements even when she was the one receiving the attention has my dick throbbing against my jeans. I’m not normally one for threesomes, but fuck if it isn’t hot watching the two women as they rub up against each other.

  Cherry removes Boss’ shirt and bra all in one move and she kisses her way down the woman’s chest, sucking a nipple in her mouth. She glides her other hand across Boss’ stomach up to her other tit.

  Boss moans and I know she’s enjoying all the pleasure Cherry’s giving her as she throws her head back.

  “Stop what you're doing, Cherry. Finish stripping both of you, then come here,” I order while I undo my jeans to pull my dick out before reaching in my pocket for a condom. Ripping the foil with my teeth, I slide it in place as I stroke myself, staring at the two fucking sexy women coming toward me. “On your knees, Cherry.”

  At my command, Cherry Pie does just what I want, taking me in her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. Glancing up at Boss, I give her a grin. “Wanna know why we call her Cherry Pie?” I ask.

  “I can only imagine,” she says. Her voice is husky as she stares at the woman now sucking my dick.

  “Then why don’t you enjoy some of her pie,” I suggest, holding a hand out in the direction of Cherry Pie’s ass that’s sticking up in the air.

  “Don’t mind if I do. Cherry pie is one of my favorites,” she states as she starts to lay on her back, pulling Cherry’s lower half down on her face.

  Throwing my head back against the cushion, my hips lift involuntarily when Cherry Pie’s suction on my dick changes as she all but swallowed me. Which is a feat in itself— I’m not a small guy. What’s the saying? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and everyone knows why my son got the name Horse.

  “Fuck, Boss. I don’t know what you’re doing to her, but damn, keep doing it,” I groan as Cherry Pie continues to force my cock down that narrow throat of hers, ready to bust a nut in a matter of minutes, cursing at coming so quickly. But that’s okay— doesn’t mean I’m out of commission. I can go all night when the mood strikes.

  Holding Cherry’s head still, I fill the condom as she swirls her tongue around my dick. As the last ripple leaves me, I shove Cherry off my dick. Removing the condom, I tie the end up and grab another one. Sliding the thing into place, I look at Boss, who had Cherry Pie on her back. “Come here. Boss, your turn. I want your ass riding me hard while I have my piece of the Pie,” I tell her.

  Boss slowly climbs up over me and takes me in her cunt while Cherry climbs up next to me. I groan as Boss sinks her tight as fuck pussy down on my dick just as I reach for Cherry. Pulling her up to straddle my face, I hold her to me as I thrust my tongue in her pussy, lapping at her juices.

  I meet Boss with each thrust, keeping the momentum up with Cherry Pie. I can feel Boss getting ready to come as she grinds down on me. Yeah, she’s not coming just yet. Flipping Cherry off my face, I put my hands on Boss’ hips and turn to press her into the cushions and slam into her over and over, giving her what she needs. Boss arches her back and screams out as I hit the spot that sends her over the edge. Wanting to keep her there, I lean forward, sucking a nipple into my mouth, using my teeth to nibble.

  I groan at the way Boss clenches around me as I lean back up and power into her even harder, bringing my own orgasm to the front. Groaning loudly while I’m still inside Boss, I come harder than I can ever remember.

  Panting for breath, I lean my forehead against hers I close my eyes. “Who says hate fucks can’t be damn good?” I say joking.

  “I never thought we’d agree on something. Now get the hell off me so I can get dressed and back out to the party,” she snaps.

  “Sure thing, Sugar,” I mutter as I pull out of her tight sheath. Glancing down, I curse violently at the sight before me. “Tell me you’re on birth control,” I demand, my gaze darting from the broken condom to Boss’ face.

  “Of course, I am. Do you take me for an idiot?” she retorts as she gets off the couch and begins looking for her clothes.

  Nodding my head, I glare at her as I discard the broken condom and shove my dick back into my pants. “Good. I don’t need another kid to be left in my care because a woman can’t handle the thought of motherhood,” I growl.

  “Fuck you, you arrogant bastard,” Boss snaps, whipping the back of her hand against my face before I even realize what’s happened. “Just because you have fucked-up views on women doesn’t mean all women are that way. I for one take care of those I love. It’s wha
t makes me a damn good Prez.”

  With that, she storms out of the room, leaving me alone in my office with Cherry Pie, who I’d forgotten all about.

  “Get gone,” I order, nodding toward the door as I go to sit behind my desk.

  Sitting in my chair, I reach in the bottom drawer and grab the bottle of Gentleman Jack. Taking a healthy swallow of the whiskey, I lean my head back and close my eyes.

  “What the hell am I gonna do with this woman?”

  8

  Boss

  I’ve been here for a little over a day and Stoney and I have been butting heads, trying to decide what the proper way to deal with this all would be. He wants to do one thing, and I want to do another. Meanwhile, I’ve had Ricochet and Venom following up on a lead.

  I had them go over to Dolly’s Playhouse, the strip club that the Devil’s Riot MC owns, and speak to that girl Tiny. They had a lengthy conversation with her, even though she was reluctant to talk to them at all. Ricochet kept texting me, telling me how she wasn’t biting the bait, so I told him to bring out all the charms on her. He could make anyone like him, I swear.

  About an hour later, I got a text from him saying they were going to stay at the club and wait for that regular to show up so they could ask him questions about the people he was talkin’ about. I’ve been staying at Stoney’s clubhouse so I don’t tip him off that I have something going on behind the scenes. Ricochet kept texting me about how small this chick is too, which is definitely how she got her name.