Twisted Knights: Angels and Demons: Twisted Knights MC Book 1 (2 page)

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. Th
e 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 better 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”

“
Alright man, I'm not making any promises, but I swear to you I will do my best. Tell her to meet me at the club gym Next Monday at Three P.M.”

After hanging up with Steel I couldn't help but regret this decision. I have been the Sergeant at Arms and trainer for the MC for about five years, not once has any female made it
through
my training, and I doubt it's going to start with Angel.

              I gave no shit's about anybody, but I was loyal to the club. Steel was with me five years ago at my darkest time. He rode with me and Spider when we headed to seek revenge on the fuckers that killed Meg, especially the guy that had pulled the trigger. I at least owe it to Steel to try and help his sister, even if it is a waste of time.

              All I knew about this woman, Angel, was that she was Steels' sister, mother of twins and on the run from an abusive husband. I couldn't stop myself from
typing her real name into Google. Rebecca Murphy. I hit images and her face flooded my computer screen. Blonde hair, Blue eyes, thin, way too thin for me. She is cute, but she also looked like the one person that haunted me, her and Meghan could have been twins. This is going to be the worst couple of months in my life, why did she have to look like her?

Perfect, the one word I would use to describe Meg. She just takes my breath away. I couldn't help but love her, she was the light to my darkness. Whenever I was around her I felt like a better person. Never once did I see her fight with anyone, but I knew for a fact being Spider's daughter, he had taught her to fight, even though she would never have the chance. The club takes care of its own.

Meg would get in these moods, whenever someone would piss her off. She was too cute mad. I showed her an out, we would be drinking out of plastic cups if she kept this up. People can be so cruel to outsiders. Meg was never a part of the workings of the club. Her father was the President. The town we lived in is small and most people think they know her, "She's the daughter of an outlaw." She tried to fit in and act normal, but the townspeople didn't treat her that way. Me, I can handle it. Her not so much. When I showed her the punching bag, things changed. Meg loved that punching bag. It was a way to vent that wouldn't hurt herself or anyone else. It made me proud to watch her start to control the hurt inside her.

“
Who knew people could be so cruel.”

“
Babe, I never thought otherwise. This world is nothing but cruelty.”

Shaking my head I bring myself out of the memory. I need to stop going there. I look back at the computer.
There were a lot of pictures of her with Clarke. The look in her eyes in those pictures was somewhere between hate and death, if looks could kill. I clicked back over to the web links and saw a video, clicking on it, Clarke's face filled my screen. It was a press release, he was talking about how to reach him with any info pertaining to his missing wife. If I didn't know any better I would feel sorry him, kinda. He went on talking about her being kidnapped and the details of the case. In the background was a young girl, no more than nineteen with a very pissed off look, eying the back of Clarke's head. When Clarke was talking about how much he loved his wife, the girl rolled her eyes. Must be the mistress. I knew very little of what was going
on or
why she left. I'm a believer of it's none of my business.

I
had
seen enough, this man is a piece of work that’s for sure. I shut down the computer and left for the bar. I need a cold beer and a hot piece of ass.

Angel

I started off cleaning the kitchen, which has turned in to me cleaning the whole house. Anything from distracting from the urge that has been building for a few weeks. My sex drive is starting to come back. First, it was Clarke killing it, after the twins were born I went in to hardcore mommy mode. Working at the bar was Steel's idea, it fit with my new back story. The bar is normally filled with hot club members that set your libido on high alert. Tonight is going to be rough, the dreams of a biker manhandling me are getting more graphic. Seems like every time I am alone with my thoughts, they go straight back to sex.

Alyssa was watching the kids so that I could go to work at the clubhouse bar. Bartending had never been my dream job, then again, neither was being a punching bag
. I
  was pretty sure the club had been told that I was off limits, but I still tried to look like I belonged, hot even. I dressed myself in tight skinny jeans, a tank top with
T
wisted written across my chest, and my favorite roll top boots. The tank top was low cut, showing a little cleavage, as much as I could without showing the world what Clarke did to me.

The only people I have been naked for since, is the doctors that did the stitches, and the ones that delivered my babies. I ran my hand over the fresh tattoo placed proudly over one of the scars, a broken heart being mended by two smaller hearts. I got the tattoo after I found out I couldn't breast feed because of the damage, yet another thing that asshole took from me.

In the bathroom, I curled my hair and applied a little makeup. Rebecca Murphy, that woman was long gone, never to return again. I had let my natural hair color come back, and had surgery to fix my eyes. No more glasses or those stupid coloring changing contacts that Clarke always wanted me to wear. He always thought the blonde was natural, so he wanted me to have blue eyes, he didn't even know what color my eyes truly were. Asshole also didn't know that it took a visit to the salon every two weeks to maintain the perfect color hair, not that he would have cared. The only thing he ever cared about was keeping his image and me performing my duties.

Now my bright green eyes looked back at me from the mirror. The pain was still visible in them, but that had eased up too with the birth of the twins. I glanced down at my cell phone “Oh shit, I'm going to be late.” and took off out the door.