Twisted Knights: Angels and Demons: Twisted Knights MC Book 1

Twisted Knights: Angels and Demons

Twisted Knights MC: Book One

By Lauren Calhoun

Text Copyright © 2015 Lauren A

Calhoun

All rights are reserved to the author. No part of this (e)book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles, blogs or reviews.

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 coincidenta
l
.

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, t
h
anks 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
. Al
l 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
'v
e trained in many forms of hand to hand combat,
blade skills
a
nd 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 impress
ive
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.