Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition

by Elizabeth Knox

  “Fuck you. You’re not going to fucking intimidate me into doing what you want. You want to come for me and my family than do it. I promise you will have a fight on your hands. Do what the fuck you got to do,” I growl out. If he slits my fucking throat right now then I know my brothers will keep Dela safe.

  “You’re such a stupid man. Honorable but stupid. She is worth so much more than to be just your little girlfriend,” he speaks quickly.

  “You don’t know what the fuck she is worth. I do. I know she is mine and if you want her you are going to go through all of us.”

  “So be it.”

  Something hard hits me on the back of the head and the last thing I hear before I fade to black is the back door slam and someone whistling.

  When I wake back up a good twenty minutes has already passed, I don’t know if anyone has gone to the clubhouse and tried to start some shit but I know that I need to warn my brothers.

  I press a hand to the back of my head, there is a big knot at the base of my skull. I’m going to have one bad fucking headache.

  I activate the hands-free while I stretch out my neck and shake the dizziness from my head.

  “Djinn.” Brendan is the one who answers the phone.

  “Brendan, is everything okay? Anyone try and stop by?”

  “No, what is going on. I called the office for you almost an hour ago and they said you were gone already.”

  “They are in on it. We’re fucking screwed.” I start up my car and slowly make my way out of the parking lot. I don’t know if I have a concussion or anything like that but the last thing I need to be doing right now is driving. I don’t have a choice, I need to get home and bunker down.

  “Wait, who?”

  “I don’t know how many in this location but I know Lynch is in on it.”

  “Lynch as in the Assistant Deputy Director?”

  “Yup, the bastard knew who Emerson was before I even had a chance to tell him. He wanted to know where Dela was.”

  “This is craziness, there really is nowhere that we can go.”

  “That isn’t the worst part.” I’m the president of this club, and the oldest brother. It’s my fucking job to make sure that everyone is safe and looked after, I’m about to admit to him that I put the life of Dela over everyone else. It’s not that I want them to be in danger but there is no way that I was just going to let them force us to give her back to them. Not after I know everything that has happened, everything that she has told me. “The fuck made it seem like he was going to send people after all of us, after Preston.”

  “Fucking hell.” Brendan lets out a deep breath before he continues, “Well, you don’t need to worry about us, brother. You know we can handle ourselves. Preston though needs to know that he may have some snakes at his back.”

  “Yeah, I’ll reach out and see if I can get a message to him some way.” There were only a few people that knew were my brother was, unfortunately I wasn’t one of them.

  “We need to lockdown. No one in, no one out until we can get Dela somewhere safe.”

  “You think she is going to go along with running away?” Brendan speaks softly, he must be in mixed company.

  “At this point with only the few of us to protect her, she really doesn’t have much of a choice.” I pull off onto the road confident now that I’m not impaired enough that I can’t drive. “I’ll be there shortly, get everyone up to speed.”

  “You got it.” Brendan hangs up the phone, and I let my foot press heavy on the gas.

  16

  All of the Boys of Djinn are in the clubhouse minus Bishop and Preston who are away on missions. As much as I don’t like keeping everyone cooped up in the clubhouse, our lives were threatened. There could actually be someone out there that is willing to do harm to us. I can’t have them just riding around, not now.

  “Do you think Wire and his boys would be able to come up here and help us out?” Spark asked.

  “I don’t think so, shit is pretty fucking tense with them right now. In fact, I don’t think we can count on anyone down there right now.” Usually I would reach out to Wire in a case like this but right now their entire club is upside down. I don’t even know if the man is still the president. “We have to handle this ourselves.”

  “Is there anyone that we can call for backup, maybe even help getting some information?”

  “No, I can’t tell you who to trust. I don’t know who has a connection with Emerson or the Children of Gaia. If the Assistant Deputy Director is part of it then I would think that some of the others would be part of it too. I can’t take that chance.” I sit down on the stool, trying to figure out the next step.

  “So we just sit here with our thumbs up our asses?” Cody asks from next to me.

  “Yeah, that is exactly what we are going to do. We are going to sit here and wait.” I look at Dela who is sitting on the couch. Her sad eyes just looking into the flames not paying the conversation we are having any mind. “They want her. That is their objective. If we can’t get any help from the outside than we have to make it hard as hell for them. They are going to have to come to us in order to get her.”

  “If we have to burn the entire fucking forest down to keep her safe than that is what we will do. She is our top priority right now, nothing else matters,” I bark out.

  “Are you sure you want to do that, brother. This isn’t going in line with the bureau. They can have your badge for this.” Spark spoke up this time. I had thought about that over and over again they were so right there was nothing about what we were going to do that was even a little bit legal. There would be bloodshed, killing, and fighting but it was the right thing to do. If there was no way for me to go the legal route than I would just go the right route. I would make sure that we stopped this maniac from terrorizing this woman and any other woman that they may think to put their hands on.

  “Yeah, I know what I’m doing. If this is the last thing I do as an FBI agent then so be it. It’s time for me to retire anyway.” I get up from the stool and make my way out of the clubhouse. If I’m going to be stuck inside with them for the foreseeable future than there are a few things that I need to get.

  I stayed in my small cabin for a few minutes making sure there was nothing there that could be used against me. Nothing that showed my brothers identity or Bishop’s. I didn’t know exactly where he was so I didn’t think I would need to worry about that. I pulled out all my important paperwork and put it into a small folder so I could bring it to the main clubhouse. If there were a fire or some shit, I would make sure that I at least had that. I picked up the Glock that I had in the side table, then the small six shooter that I had stashed behind the headboard. A creak in the floorboard behind me had me swinging my hand around, the gun loaded and ready to fire.

  “What the hell?!” I moved the gun away as my eyes caught sight of Dela. “What are you doing here, and why the hell are you trying to sneak up on me?”

  “Did you mean what you said in the other house?”

  “What do you mean? Which part?”

  “The part about you leaving the FBI to protect me?”

  “Yeah, what about it?” I put the small bag that I had down on the chair along with the gun on the nightstand.

  “What have I done to deserve that?” She puts her head up and stares at me.

  “What do you mean what have you done?”

  “I mean, who am I to you that you would give all this up? Who am I that you would risk your family for me? I’m nothing to you. I’m nothing to anyone.”

  Before I could stop myself, I feel myself taking two giant steps in her direction and pushing her head up so that she can look at me. “Delaney, you are everything. You’re strong, you’re beautiful, you’re a survivor. Mysterious. Sexy. Captivating.” I lean forward softly breathing her in but not touching more than my hands to her face. “It’s no wonder that Emerson wanted to keep you. There is no one else like you.”

  She smiles slightly. “God, you always kn
ow the right things to say.”

  “It’s because they are all true. You deserve to have someone fight for you. I made the choice for it to be me.” I try to lean away. “You with me? Are you going to fight with me to make sure that my family stays safe? You going to fight with me to make sure that you stay safe?”

  “Yes,” she whispers as she leans up on her tiptoes.

  ‘Yes?” I lean back slightly so she has to lean up more.

  “Yes, I’ll fight. I’ll fight with you.”

  I believe her, for the first time since she told me that she would kill herself than let him take her back I believe that instead of going that route she will fight to get free again. She is fully into this with me now. The weight that is lifted off my shoulders is immense. “Thank fuck.” I pull her up so that I can finally taste her sweet lips. She moans into my mouth and the soft kisses that I was planning on giving her are no longer on my mind. Now I’m thinking about how fast I can get her clothes off and dive deep into her.

  “Take me now. Wyatt, I need you.” She pulls at my clothing. The jean kutte that all of the Boys of Djinn wear is the first piece of clothing to come off and fall to the bed. I pull my sweater and thermal shirt off just as fast. I reach under her t-shirt and lift it off. I’m happy to see that at least some of the clothing that we bought could be salvaged from the wreck. She is in a white lingerie set. The cups of the bra are pretty much see-through and sit very low. All I want is to pop her tits over the cloth holding them in and suck on those tight, bright pink nipples.

  “Fuck, you are going to be the end of me.”

  “I feel the same about you. I don’t know why. Why is it like this?” she mewls and pulls at the belt attached to my jeans. I try to push her backwards but instead of falling back down on the bed she tugs my pants down and all while keeping eye contact with me falls to her knees and plops the head of my hard cock in her mouth.

  “Shit!” I groan out as she uses the tip of her tongue to lick up the underside of my dick, making sure to pay a lot of attention to that sensitive area right near the head. She takes as much of me in her small mouth as she can, trails of saliva coming out the sides of her mouth as she bobs her head up and down on my shaft. My muscles clench at the intense feeling rolling through my body, if she doesn’t stop soon, I know that I’m going to blow my load down her throat. That isn’t where I want to finish. I want to be inside of her when I come.

  “Dela, stop,” I say through gritted teeth.

  “Uhm-mmm.” She shakes her head no, all the while not taking my cock out of her mouth. That sensation alone is almost enough to have me explode. My back arches forward as I try to force my orgasm back.

  “Dela, fucking stop.” She doesn’t move. I grab her hair and forcefully pull her off my dick. Luckily, she didn’t bite down or that would have been a bad move. “Why do you always make me be so damn rough with you?” I put my thumb against her swollen lips.

  “Maybe I like rough. I’m not a doll or a muse, Wyatt.”

  I smirk at her and push her back against the bed. “You want it rough? I can give it to you rough. I can give it to you anyway you like. “I reach over and pull a condom from the side drawer. I roll it on and pull her legs toward me.

  I undo her pants and pull them off her legs. Part of me is appreciative of the pretty frilly lace that she is wearing but at the same time I need that shit off now. I pull at the underwear but instead of them softly coming down her legs, it snags and I hear them rip. “I hope you didn’t like those.” I rip them the rest of the way off and she giggles slightly. I pull her up to the center of the bed and I pull the cups of her bra down so that I can see her breasts. I love them, fuck, if I could suck on them all damn day I would. She squirms under me.

  “You said you want it rough, now sit still and take it,” I growl at her when I have to use my hands to hold her body from bucking away too much.

  “Wyatt, you bastard.”

  “Yes, darling, I am.” I kiss my way up the side of her neck and pull both of her legs up so that her knees are in line with the crooks of my elbows. I can’t have her getting away from me now. I press into her. Her cunt is already dripping wet waiting for me to take her.

  ‘Oh shit!” She tries to push away but I grip her legs hard and pull her back down, and in the process, completely impaling myself inside of her. She screams out as her body stretches to the limit trying to take all of me.

  “That’s what I want to hear. Scream for me, Dela.” I begin to pump into her recklessly.

  “Oh god, yes, Wyatt. Yes.” She reaches up and grabs hold of my wrists. She uses my arms as a tether of sorts. She rolls her hips in time with my thrusts and when her walls clamp down hard on my cock, her head slams back into the pillow and she screams a garbled version of my name out into the night. Her body goes lax after her orgasm as she tries to get her breath back.

  “Wyatt, you’re so damn good. Every time,” she praises me.

  “Oh, no, you don’t. I’m not done with you yet.” I pull out only briefly and without moving much flip her over so that her face is in the pillow and her ass is sticking up. I smack her luscious ass hard once causing her head to pop up and a deep arch to form in her back. “You ready for more?” I pull her back and grab the shaft of my cock, jerking it a few times waiting for her to give me the go-ahead.

  “Fuck yes, give me all you got, Wyatt. I want it all.” Dela looks over her shoulder, nothing but passion and lust and want on her face.

  I ram deep inside of her, so hard that she gasps for breath a few times, I don’t let up. I return to my punishing speed. My thrusts causing her ass to ripple with every blow. Her small waist a perfect handle for my large hands. I lightly run my hand up her back careful of the scars that she still has there and lace my hands into her strawberry red hair. I pull her head up to keep her up.

  My intense need to feel her break apart again is all that is driving me forward. My own need to come secondary to just that.

  “Come for me, darling. Give me one more,” I mutter. I wrap my free hand around her narrow waist and find her clit. I rub against it furiously as I pound into her.

  “Yes. Oh fuck yes.” She moans loudly and I feel her body start to go taut. “Wyatt, don’t stop. I’m going to come. I’m there. I’m there. So close,” she pants. A second later she explodes with her face pressed hard against the pillow.

  “Dela. Shit.” I grip her harder than I want to but I can’t stop. My body is focused only on one thing. The finish line. Spurt after spurt pulses out my cock into the thin latex that separates the two of us. Lights flash behind my eyelids as I wait for the intense pleasure to subside. The second it does I want more. There is no downtime with this woman. I could bury myself inside of her for as long as I live and never get tired of her.

  “You’re going to wear me out,” she moans as she rolls to the side.

  “You telling me you want me to stop?”

  “Never.” She comes back to me and kisses the side of my neck.

  I pull her back to the side, ready for the next round.

  17

  Bliss is the only way that I can explain my nights with Dela. Not only does she excite me in ways none of the local girls or bikersluts have been able to but she can keep up with me. We went five times alone last night. The only reason that we stopped was because the sun was almost up and we were absolutely exhausted.

  I know I shouldn’t be getting mixed up with her right now but it just feels perfect. It’s a perfect fit. We haven’t talked about what is going to happen once we get out of the shit that we are in right now but I want to believe that she is going to stay here with me. I want to believe that I will be the first of my brothers with an ol’ lady. I can see her in that role. I just don’t know if she wants to take it. Time will tell.

  I roll over in the bed, the sleep still clinging to my subconscious. I just want to get another twenty minutes. Then I’ll get up.

  *CREEAAKKK*

  My hand darts to the table to get my gun before m
y eyes even have a chance to open. There is someone here and my gun is missing. I open my eyes to see down the barrel of my little six shooter and the Glock that I was supposed to put in the bag last night tucked into the person’s waist.

  “I feel like I’ve been waiting all day for you to wake up,” the man speaks up. He is a slight looking man. Dark wavy hair, dark eyes, no facial hair, no tattoos that I can see, no piercings. Nothing that would make him stand out. “You should really learn to rise with the day. Be among the first to enjoy the blessings that our mother Gaia has bestowed upon us.” He smiles and walks by the man who has the gun pointed at me.

  “You better make sure you kill me. Because if you don’t, I’ll make sure you get to meet your mother Gaia much sooner than you want,” I snap at him but don’t move as the man still has the gun pointed at me.

  “Oh, no, I would never. That isn’t our way. Actually, I think you and your brothers would make a fine addition to our ranks. You’re resourceful and loyal. Gaia can always use more acolytes.”

  “Fuck you and your crazy religion. Fuck Gaia too,” I snarl at the man. I watch as the color of his face turns from pale to bright red and then back to pale. He begins to whistle “Patience” by Guns N’ Roses. He puts his hands in his pockets and I want to lean back. From what Dela has told me, I know that when he whistles that song punishment is coming. So what the hell does he have in his pocket?

  “You take our goddess’s name in vain, punishment is required.” He pulls his hand back quickly and, in a flash, punches me dead in the nose. The bridge of my nose snaps like a twig and blood begins to pour.

  “What the fuck?!” I grab my face and try to see him through the wetness in my eyes. I’ve never had someone break my nose before, and only with one punch that shit seemed impossible. I got a good look at his hands and realized why it was so simple for him, the brass knuckles that he wore made it easy for him to do that.