Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition

by Elizabeth Knox

  That one night changed my life forever. In ways I never dreamed possible. Dozer quickly became the only man I had sex with even though he wasn’t around all the time. Grim was fine with it. As long as I helped out around the clubhouse. Apparently, Dozer talked to him too. So, that’s how I became more help to the ol’ ladies of the Wild Kings MC than the rest of the women having sex with the men of the club.

  Storm followed in my wake until that fateful day that changed my world once more. This time, I lost my sister and best friend. Storm was ripped from me by a rival and I was lost. That’s when I threw myself back into working out, training to fight, and going to the gun range with a few of the brothers. They were amazed at my skill with guns. Until I told them my father and brother were both in the military and before his death, my brother trained me in several things to ensure my safety. That’s how I have my new job for a few MCs around that are close to the Wild Kings. I take care of the women who fuck with the club or turn rat.

  1

  Summer

  “SUMMER, WHERE YOU at, baby?” Dozer asks me, walking into the small kitchen of a hotel room in nothing but a towel.

  “Making food,” I answer him, as he wraps his arms around my middle.

  “You smell good,” he says, burying his face in my neck before placing a kiss there.

  “You’re wet,” I laugh, turning in his arms to get my kiss.

  Dozer deepens the kiss, his tongue swirling with mine as he pulls me fully against his hard, muscled body. His towel falls from him while he continues to kiss me breathless. Even after all these years, nothing has changed about the man and what he makes me feel. Dozer controls my body and turns me on with a simple look.

  “Turn the food off. It can wait,” he states, pulling away to allow me enough room to maneuver around the stove.

  As quick as I have the bacon turned off, Dozer has me in his arms, plastered against the wall right next to us. He reaches a hand between our bodies to see if I’m ready for him. There’s never a time I’m not ready for him. I gasp when two of his long, fat fingers slide into my waiting channel. My head falls back, hitting the wall with a thud. I’m only wearing one of his tee-shirts, so he has easy access. It’s nothing new when we’re not in someone else’s clubhouse or sharing a room with one of the other Nomads.

  “Always so wet for me,” he says as he lines his cock up with my entrance.

  Dozer slams into me in one long stroke, filling my pussy completely to the point of pain. He only gives me a second to adjust to his size before setting a punishing pace sliding in and out of my body. My legs are locked around his waist as my nails dig into his back. I’m not the only one who likes a little pain with my pleasure. The harder I scratch and dig into his skin, the harder Dozer takes me.

  Leaning down, I kiss his neck, sucking the skin into my mouth and biting down. A loud groan escapes him as I continue to kiss and bite his neck. When he’s had enough, Dozer moves his head and kisses me, his kiss as rough as the fucking he’s giving me.

  “Dozer,” I moan out, feeling my body already tightening and coiling in preparation for my orgasm.

  His movements become erratic as he continues to thrust into me. Removing a hand from my hip, he slides it between our bodies, pinching my clit. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge as he thrusts into me a few more times, finding his own release. For several seconds we lean up against the wall, his cock still buried deep inside me.

  When we get our breathing back under control, he leads me into the bathroom. Setting me on the small counter of the sink, he turns on the shower and adjusts the temperature before we get in. Dozer and I wash one another because we have a busy day ahead of us and need to get cleaned up and ready to go.

  “What about breakfast?” I ask him once we’re back in the bedroom getting dressed.

  “We’ll eat on the road,” he answers simply.

  Once I’m dressed, I make my way back to the bathroom so I can brush out my hair and braid it over my shoulder. If I don’t braid it, it will be a tangled mess by the time we stop once more. I learned that early on when Dozer would make his way back to Clifton Falls. We always went on a ride together and after the first trip, I learned to make sure it was braided.

  After making sure my hair is done, I swipe some eyeshadow on my eyes before adding a touch of mascara. I hate a face full of make-up. Especially, when all we’ll be doing is riding for the day. Today we’re heading to a rally Blaze, the President of the Nomads, got invited to. I’m not sure who all will be there, but I hope more of the Wild Kings so I can see my friends.

  While I pack up our things, I hear Dozer on the phone in the other room. I’m sure he’s working out the final details with Blaze about the rest of our trip today. We’re supposed to be wherever this rally is being held a few days early. They probably have business to conduct which is none of mine.

  When our bags are packed and ready to go, I grab them and head out to the main room of our suite. Yes, we stay in suites when we travel. At least, when I’m with the guys they do. I’m the only female riding with the Nomads. There are six guys, they’ve changed over the years leaving only Blaze and Dozer. Now, added to them, are Crusher, KO, Axe, and Whiskey. They’re all younger than Blaze and Dozer and not ready to settle down in the least. They like playing the field and getting all the new pussy they can. It’s a good thing Addison isn’t on the road with us. She hates that shit.

  Addison is the sister of Irish, a member of the Wild Kings in Clifton Falls. She’s been with the Dander Falls chapter for a long time now because of her actions when Skylar first came around the club. Now, she runs their strip club and is with Blaze. It works for them because they have their times together when they can make it work, but each live their lives separately. Again, it’s not my business.

  Dozer looks up and glares at me as I enter the room. I’m not supposed to be carrying our bags. Anywhere. Yeah, he has some caveman tendencies. He still hasn’t learned I’m an independent woman who will do what I want. Dozer doesn’t take into account what I do when I’m not out on the road with him. Or when I go to take care of some bitch trying to fuck with a club.

  That’s the one thing I hate about being with Dozer. We’re not always together and don’t have one place to call home. Since he’s a Nomad, he constantly travels from one club to another. For the longest time I was okay with that. I didn’t want to be tied down to one place. Especially Clifton Falls, where I have so many lingering memories shared with Storm. Now, I’m getting older and I want different things. I want a family and a home to call my own. Dozer is still content riding around on his Harley and going from one place to another.

  Still, I plaster a smile on my face, enjoy my time with him, and love on him when we’re together. I love Dozer with all my heart, and I know he loves me. Our lives are just going in different directions and I’m not sure what to do about it. So, for now, I keep my mouth shut and continue making memories with the one person who loves all my flaws and imperfections.

  “We have to make a pit stop today. Instead of getting to the rally today, we’ll be there tomorrow or the day after. Your services are requested,” he informs me, sliding his phone back in his pocket.

  “For whom?” I question him, not sure I’m ready for another job right now.

  “A club Blaze associates with every now and then. You’ve never been there. It’s the Renegade Outlaws MC,” he informs me, picking up our small bags while I make sure we’re not forgetting anything.

  “Who’s the President?” I ask, knowing I’ve never heard of them before.

  “Skull just took over the role. Bullet, the former President, was killed and two of the whores had a hand in it. They don’t know if the members know yet though,” he informs me what little he knows.

  “How do they know it was them, then?”

  “Cameras picked up a conversation they were havin’ about it. Mom, Bullet’s ol’ lady, wants it taken care of slowly and painfully. Are you up for it?” he questions me, wrapping
an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his body as we make our way to check out.

  “Yeah.”

  It took us hours to get to the Renegade Outlaws clubhouse. I’ve never seen so many bikes when there isn’t a party going on in my life. Though, with Bullet just being buried, I’m sure there is one going on. I don’t like a lot of witnesses to what I do. Not many people are supposed to know. This started out as something I did for the Wild Kings and now I do it for multiple clubs all over the place.

  Dozer parks next to Blaze as the rest of the guys pull in line with them. Getting off the bike, we walk in together as a small group. Music is blaring from the speakers and people are all over the place. The courtyard, if you could call it that, is filled with bikers, women, and people who are associates of the club. As Blaze leads us into the common room, there are more bodies, sex, people playing pool, and more sitting around in groups while drinking.

  The clubwhores are out in full. Walking around the club, if they aren’t already fucking one of the members, in nothing but their birthday suit. This is not how I do business and Dozer and Blaze know this. I’m ready to turn around and get the fuck outta here. The only thing stopping me is Dozer’s arm around my shoulders. He’s got me glued to his side so I can’t run off. However, I can feel the anger radiating from his body as we continue to walk through the building.

  When we come to a stop at the bar, it’s only seconds before a woman is plastered against my man. This is not gonna fucking fly.

  “Do you not have eyes?” I question her, my tone harsh and lethal.

  “Excuse me, bitch,” she says, still not taking her eyes from Dozer as her hand reaches out to grab his jean covered dick.

  Grabbing her hand, I squeeze it and twist her wrist until she’s looking up at me. Tears of pain are filling her eyes and I have no remorse.

  “First of all, you don’t ever call me a bitch. I’m an ol’ lady whether it’s for this club or another one. Second of all, you touch my man again and I’ll wipe the floor of this clubhouse with your dried out, over-dyed extensions until nothing remains of your skin. Is that understood?” I growl out, my face in hers as the room is suddenly filled with silence.

  “What the fuck is goin’ on over here?” a large man with a bald, tattooed head walks over to us.

  “Your skank thinks she can touch my man. It’s not gonna happen,” I tell him, still not letting go of the bitch or looking at whoever is talking.

  I only know what he looks like because he’s in my peripheral. My surroundings are always checked so I don’t get into trouble of any kind. No one is gonna sneak up on me. Cal started hammering that lesson in my head while Dozer finished it.

  “Who the hell are you?” another voice demands of me.

  “Summer.”

  “You’re early,” the first man says, losing the anger to his tone.

  “Skull, good to see you. Sorry about Bullet,” Blaze says, pulling the man in for one of those man hug things.

  “He lived a full life. Mom is around here somewhere. She’d love to see you,” he says, looking around the packed room.

  “We’re early because we have business waitin’ on us at the rally. Are you guys headin’ there?” Blaze asks the man still standing in front of us. “Summer, I think you can let her go now.”

  “Oh, sorry.”

  Letting go of the girl, she rubs her wrist, glaring at me the entire time. Finally, she wanders away from our small group as the music begins playing again. Slowly conversations resume and everyone takes their eyes off me. I hate being the center of attention. That’s why I don’t do business like this. If I’d known what I was walking into, I would have sent one of my girls.

  Three other women help me take out the trash. They aren’t affiliated with clubs in any way. I’ve met them over the years traveling with Dozer. Autumn is a master with knives. Desiree is a wonder with fire. Calli is great when it comes to dragging out a person’s torture. Me, I do a little bit of everything. It all depends on the situation and what’s going on in my head at the time.

  “Why don’t we talk in my office for a bit?” Skull asks, keeping his attention on me once again.

  Blaze, Dozer, and I follow him. When we get to the beginning of the hallway, Skull lets us in his office before closing and locking the door behind him. I stand behind Dozer’s chair as Blaze sits next to him. I’d rather stand so I can work out the kinks from a long ride.

  “Summer, it seems we need your help. I have footage and audio of two of our girls talkin’ about leadin’ one of our rivals directly to Bullet. He wouldn’t share the bed of one and she got pissed. Bullet has never cheated on Mom a day in his life and never would,” Skull informs us. “She thought one of the other guys would make her an ol’ lady to make Bullet jealous. She’s losin’ out all the way around because you know it’s rare for a club girl to become an ol’ lady.”

  “I do. I was never a sweet butt, though. The night I came in, Dozer was there and I’ve been his ever since. Anyway, can I see the footage?” I question him, trying to keep everything business.

  Skull nods his head and turns the laptop on his desk toward us. After pressing a few buttons, the screen is filled with two girls in the kitchen. One of them is the bitch I just yelled at. My smile can’t be stopped as I get to have some fun at her expense now. Karma’s a bitch.

  “Falcon will be meeting Bullet in less than an hour. Bullet has no clue what’s waiting for him. I won’t shed a tear over the fat fuck dying at Falcon’s hands,” the blonde bitch says, leaning against the counter.

  “When is Falcon getting us out of here. I can’t stand any of these disgusting fuckers?” the brunette I yelled at asks, crossing her arms over her chest while looking around to make sure no one is around.

  “We need to figure out when the next run is so they can intercept it. Once we have that information, along with where they store their stock, he’ll come get us. Have you gotten any intel from the assholes when you’re in their bed?” blondie asks, not caring if anyone hears them talking.

  “No. They’re all tightlipped as fuck about that shit,” she answers. “What about you?”

  “Not a fucking thing. I’m getting tired of faking it with these guys. Not a real dick among the group,” she says, laughing at the members of the MC.

  Skull stops the playback and turns to face me. Anger fills me knowing these two bitches didn’t just sell the club out, they were planted here by another club.

  “What do you need me to do?” I question Skull.

  “I want to know what information they’ve already passed on and what else they know. How they’ve been contactin’ this fucker Falcon, and when they’re supposed to be in contact again. Falcon is new to us. We don’t even know the name of the club,” he responds, his voice laced with anger and grief.

  “I’m not doing anything with all these people here. That’s not how I work. Too many people know my name as it is. Blaze, I’m doing this as a favor for you, but don’t put me in this position again,” I state, leaving no room for argument in my voice. “I’m not trying to disrespect anyone here, but this is simply not how I do things. I don’t want my name and face known. To anyone.”

  “I know. It was a judgement call,” Blaze tells me, turning around to show me the regret on his face.

  Nodding my head, I turn back to Skull.

  “When is everyone supposed to be leaving?”

  “Today. We weren’t supposed to have a party today. Our mother chapter decided to stay one more night though,” he answers.

  Taking a deep breath, I formulate a plan in my head.

  “Is your room soundproof?” I question.

  “Yes. It’s in the basement and no one will hear a fuckin’ thing once the door is shut.”

  “Fine. Here’s how this is gonna work. Blaze and Dozer will go back out to the common room. You come with me to the room we’ll be using. I don’t want a lot of people in the room. Dozer and Blaze are a given. They’ll have my back. You can bring down t
hree other guys with you,” I state.

  “Fine. I’ll have my VP, Enforcer, and Secretary down there with us,” Skull says, nodding his head.

  “Dozer and Blaze need to be the ones to lure the bitches down to me. Is there an entrance from outside?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay, guys, lead them outside for some one-on-one time. If the bitch don’t want to touch you, have KO bring her out. He won’t be in the room, but that will leave you to be waiting at the outside entrance. Make sure no one else is outside when this happens,” I inform them of how I want this to go down. “Once they’re in the room, I’ll take care of everything else. Skull, please show me so I can figure out how to restrain them.”

  We all leave the office and head in our separate directions. There’s no one in the hallway as Skull leads me down to the room. It’s large, filled with the stench of blood loss, piss, and vomit. This is one of the hard parts of the job. I hate these smells, but I’m about to add to it.

  I drag in a chair for the brunette to sit in while the blonde skank will be chained from the chains hanging from the ceiling. Skull lays out the plastic while I see what tools they have to work with. It’s a nice setup with knives, pliers, a sledgehammer, ice picks, and several other useful things I can torture these bitches with.

  “Ready?” Skull asks me, pulling out his phone to send a message.

  “I’m always ready,” I reply, turning my back on him so I can get my head in the game.

  2

  Dozer

  WALKING BACK IN the common room with Blaze, we each grab a shot and beer from the bar before turning to scan the room. Bitch one and two are huddled in a corner together. The blonde looks up and locks eyes with me as I plaster a fake as fuck smile on my face. Blaze notices and turns his attention to the brunette Summer already went off on. It takes them no time at all to begin making their way toward us.