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  Twister

  Savage Brotherhood MC: Book Six

  A Paranormal Romance

  by Jasmine Wylder

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

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  Chapter One

  Twister

  Andy leaned against the side of the house, an unlit cigarette in his fingers, as he lit his lighter and blew it out over and over again. His younger brother, Stewart, wasn’t around, so there was no danger in lighting up. He was a wolf shifter, after all, and as such, it was almost impossible to get diseases, even one as persistent as cancer. Stewie was human and more susceptible to these things, but when he wasn’t around, there should be no reason for Andy not to enjoy a vice or two.

  Even his vices weren’t doing the trick lately, though. It had been several months since he was ousted from the Savage Brotherhood, a motorcycle club that protected civilians from the scourge of vampires. Most people didn’t even know about vampires and saw the Brotherhood only as a bunch of thugs. Something Andy had to admit was true, as going after vampires wasn’t exactly a well-paying job. They had to fund themselves somehow, and if they robbed banks and ran drugs, what of it?

  “Don’t you look like a sorry son of a bitch,” a female voice crooned.

  Andy twisted sharply. Several feet away was Frieda. Back when he was a member of the Brotherhood, she was in the inner circle of his crew. He’d been building up his reputation and had even applied to be the alpha of the chapter in another city. When he was ousted, Freida had stepped up and become the leader of the crew.

  “What are you doing here?” He tucked the cigarette into his pocket. He didn’t have much to do with his old crew, but occasionally some of them stopped by. Freida seemed to bear no grudge against him for nearly getting them killed.

  A growl built in his chest as he remembered the last mission he led. He’d gone after a coven of vampires that had taken up residence in the city. As they attacked, one of the vampires grabbed a child, a human child, and screamed at them not to kill him in front of his children. Andy had hesitated, and that was all it took. The vampires had gotten the upper hand. The kids hadn’t even been related to the vamps; they’d been kidnapped and used as living blood bags.

  Andy had nearly been killed in the fight, two of his men were bitten and several others badly injured. It was a wonder they didn’t come after him with blood on their minds.

  Freida sauntered over and gave him a wide, toothy smile. “Maybe I’m just here to see if Stewie wants to play. Is he around?”

  “No.”

  If it wasn’t bad enough that he’d been kicked out of the Brotherhood, now Stewart was getting closer to becoming a member. He’d started accompanying the crew on small missions, easy missions. Frieda had put in the application to complete the ritual that would allow Stewart to become a wolf-shifter. He might not have been born one, but there were ways to turn him into one.

  Freida hummed and leaned against the side of the house. “Right. Well, I only stopped by because there’s a rogue vampire running around. Just a lone one with a bounty on his head from a couple of kingdoms. Thought he might be able to take it on. You know, to prove his worth.”

  Andy’s brows rose. Vampire work was meant to be strictly for Brotherhood members. Having a human there, even one as strong, fast and smart as Stewart, would be a liability. He was essentially helpless against vampires. Which meant that Frieda wasn’t here to give that information to Stewart.

  “Typhoon made it very clear, I have no chance of earning a place back among the Brotherhood,” Andy growled.

  Frieda rolled her eyes. “Oh, com’on, Twister! You were never a quitter, why are you starting now? I’m not the only one that wants to see you come back, you know. The whole crew sees me as a temporary placement, just keeping the seat warm until you get back. I don’t want to be a temporary placement. I want to run my own crew with you as my alpha out in Havenwood or Greenvale or Sandersbelt. Don’t care where you go, I’ll follow you there.”

  “Isn’t that romantic?” Andy sneered. His arm snaked out and wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against him. “And all this while you’re playing around with my brother? What will Stewart think?”

  Freida smirked at him. “That I’m trying to get you back into the Brotherhood where you’ll be happy again. He’s worried about you.”

  That made him scowl. He pushed Freida away and pulled his cigarette out. He ought to have known that Stewart was talking about him behind his back. Sure, he loved his brother and his older sister Roxy, but if there was one thing neither of them understood, it was privacy. They were always sticking their noses in where they didn’t belong. Yeah, he was going through a rough patch, but between the two of them, he was feeling smothered. Stewie actually felt guilty for running with the Brotherhood—as though Andy’s disgrace was anything but a trial for him.

  “I don’t need your pity,” he spat at Freida. Her clean, wolf scent wrapped in his nostrils, overpowering the sweetly bitter cigarette even as he lit it up. He pulled in a deep drag and blew the smoke in her face. “Go take your news about vampires to some other sad sap who has nothing better to do than listen to you.”

  Freida seemed unperturbed by the smoke or his words. She snorted and grabbed his wrist. “You’re having quite the pity party, aren’t you? Got your claws pulled out because of one stupid mistake? Maybe we don’t want you back after all.”

  She spat on the ground, gave him a disgusted look and turned on her heel. Andy snarled, tensing as his wolf head-butted his chest, telling him to show her just what claws he had left. A fight wouldn’t have been unwelcome; it was something he could at least hold onto, something to pull him back from this state of limbo where he had nothing to do but think about what he should have done differently.

  Freida paused at his snarl. She turned back, a challenging glint in her eye. Almost like she was daring—or asking—him to attack her. Instead, he turned and walked away. No matter what his state of mind was, it didn’t justify attacking someone who wanted to be his ally.

  He grabbed his motorbike from the garage and took off, not bothering with a helmet. The wind blew in his face, and he sucked in the air greedily, as though he hadn’t been breathing before this. With the frustrations and anger that had already been building up throughout the day and now the added interference from Freida, he needed something to take the edge off. The cigarette was forgotten.

  And he knew just where to go to get a distraction from his woes.

  He pulled up to Gloria’s Gates in half an hour. From the outside, it looked like just another brick building. Perhaps a little dated but well cared for. The inside boasted a cozy little café and a special backroom that lead up the stairs. There, after giving the bouncer the password, he was ushered into a clean, white waiting room. Everything from this point on was nothing but elegance, from the abstract paintings above the receptionist’s desk to the coffees and teas availabl
e for guests.

  “I’ve been here often enough that you should know me by now,” he said over his shoulder to the bouncer, who shrugged.

  “Can’t be too careful with our girls.”

  Andy shrugged in reply and approached the receptionist’s desk. “Andy Franks. My record is on file.”

  The receptionist hummed and opened something on her computer. “Do you have up-to-date test results?”

  Shifters didn’t pick up or communicate STD’s, but Gloria’s Gates didn’t know about his status as a shifter. It would be pandemonium if he revealed it, too, since these humans didn’t know about the existence of shifters. He pulled the necessary papers from his jacket, handing them over. It was a pain to get tested every week, but they wouldn’t allow him into their rooms without it.

  “Thank you, Mr. Franks.” She glanced over the papers and nodded. “How long would you like to purchase today?”

  “Charge after,” Andy replied. He didn’t want to put a time limit on his stay. On the other hand, he wasn’t sure he wanted to stay for a few hours, either.

  “Alright. We have three unlimited openings right now. Do you have a preference of the room?”

  “Fantasy-adventure.”

  The receptionist nodded and printed off a page. “Here’s the bio for your girl and what role you are playing, along with the rules of your interaction. If you break the rules you will face an extended charge and a lifetime ban from the house.”

  “I understand.”

  The receptionist stood, pulling a key from her desk. “This way, if you please.”

  The calming music in the corridor was already helping to relax Andy’s muscles. The receptionist showed him to a room. It was decorated in bright colors, with a large round bed swathed in pillows and gauzy curtains hanging around it. A bottle of complimentary wine sat on a low table at one side, along with a basket of condoms and a reminder to shower.

  “We will be checking in on you every hour,” the receptionist told him. “Please enjoy your stay.”

  “Thank you.” Andy took a moment to observe the room before he headed for the shower. Music, a mixture of string and wind instruments, played. When he glanced over the sheet that the receptionist handed him, he frowned. He was apparently a master soldier sneaking around with one of the sultan’s concubines.

  It all felt a little racist to him, but Andy shrugged as he undressed. It wasn’t real and right now, having a bit of danger, even if it was fake, was just what the doctor ordered.

  The shower’s pressure was perfect, and he washed quickly, then brushed his teeth and gargled with mouthwash to get rid of any lingering taste of cigarette, even though he’d only had that single drag. By the time he was done and went back out to the main room, wearing a luxurious satin robe, there was a woman draped on the bed. She wore veils over her body and nothing else. Her face was completely hidden from view except for her eyes.

  Those eyes widened when they landed on him. Andy swept his hand through his hair to get out any lingering droplets and smirked at her.

  “What’s this? Can’t even show your face to your lover?”

  The woman shook her head. She seemed a little tense and Andy cocked his head to one side. The veils over her body were just enough to show him what she had to offer while keeping some things to the imagination. It was odd that her face was the least visible to him.

  “Were you expecting someone else?” he came forward, still eyeing her. The sweet scent of mangos and peaches rolled off her with the tang of perfume.

  She rolled to her back, resting slender, pale hands on her hips. Her figure was thinner than most of the girls here. Everything about her was slender, from her hips to her breasts. Normally Andy liked a curvier gal, more like the shifter females he generally had fun with. This girl didn’t have much curve to her, her breasts small enough that his hands would smother then, not much of an ass. Even so, she had the most beautiful alabaster skin he’d ever seen.

  “So, I see on your bio that you’re a mute,” he said as he climbed onto the bed. The sight of her had him hardening. “That’s too bad… I like hearing my women scream.” He winked, and the woman made a noise like a stifled giggle. So, was the mute part just a game? He took one of her feet in his hand and started to rub his thumbs against the ball of her foot. “Well, my love, however, did you manage to escape from the sultan? I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble.”

  The mystery woman relaxed. She pressed her foot a little harder into his hand and rubbed the other one along his thigh, parting the robe with her toes to brush her soft, pedicured sole against his skin. The motion made the pressure in his loin even greater, but he was in no rush to ease it.

  He was here with a beautiful woman, a woman who was clearly a little nervous about it. Was it her first time doing a paying job? He wanted to know more, but with her playing the mute, how was he meant to get answers?

  “Right, well I’ve seen your don’t list,” he said as he moved to her other foot. “Now it’s time for mine.”

  The woman nodded.

  “No teeth used below my navel. Chest and shoulders are fine but nothing on my neck, face or arms. No marks that can be seen if I’m wearing a t-shirt.” The black tattoos curling over his shoulders bunched as she lifted her toes, brushing against his abdomen and up his chest. “No aggression. I’m not in the mood for it to be rough. Passionate is fine, but I’m not going to pull your hair or anything like that. And I’d prefer it if you’d take that veil off, so I can kiss you while we fuck.”

  The woman pushed herself to her elbows. Her eyes were incredibly blue. They crinkled at the edges, as though she was smirking, but she slowly shook her head. A finger lifted to where her lips were and pressed against it as she shook her head again.

  “Oh, are your kisses only for the sultan then?” Andy teased.

  She nodded.

  “I see. Well, that is a problem. See, I thought we were playing the part of lovers.”

  She shrugged.

  Andy started to rub up her legs. Her hips arched slightly as he ran his fingers up her thigh. The pressure was enough that he sat up straight through the robe and he didn’t bother trying to hide it. He could go back to the front desk and ask for a different girl, one who would kiss him. It was bizarre that this one didn’t want that…

  On the other hand, kissing wasn’t a necessity when it came to fucking. And if he went back, it would cause trouble for her and he’d have to wait even longer before he got this taken care of. Plus, he liked the idea of her trying to stay silent while he took care of her. He lifted one of her legs, pressing a kiss to her ankle while opening her to his exploring fingers. She shivered, and Andy grinned.

  “I can work with this,” he murmured. “And by the time I’m done with you, my dear, you’ll be glad to be mute, so you can’t scream my name when you’re with the sultan.”

  Chapter Two

  Guinevere

  It wasn’t like she needed the money. Guinevere stared at the envelope of cash that Gloria’s Gates had given to her after Twister had left her in that room. She hadn’t decided what to do with it yet. Probably donate it to a women’s shelter or some sort of foundation working against domestic violence. With a kingdom that was over three hundred years old now, she was rich enough that the couple hundred she had gotten from her hour was a drop in a bucket.

  The queen stretched her back as she stepped out of her rose-scented bath and laid down on a warmed surface. Her eyes started to drift shut as she pressed the button, calling her handmaidens in to give her a massage. Goodness knew she could use it.

  Her body, unused to fucking when she was this human, ached pleasantly. It had been a long time since she dared do anything that reckless. Normally sex with humans was completely off-limits, since it was far too easy to lose control with them. But she had been almost fully human at the time, having drunk enough donated shifter blood that even her fangs had disappeared.

  And then it wasn’t even a human she’d slept with. It had been a
shifter. One she knew. Not well, mind you, but she and Twister had spent time around one another.

  At first, she had been afraid that Typhoon had sent him to confront her about being in shifter territory. She thought that the big alpha might have been wanting to take care of it quietly. But as he had spoken with her, she realized he had no idea that she was the vampire queen ally of the Savage Brotherhood.

  Maybe she should have said something. Revealed her presence. But he didn’t seem to care who she was… she could have been his cousin and he wouldn’t have known. So what was the big deal about her keeping her identity secret when it would have just caused them both trouble? Her last shifter lover, Hurricane… well, that had turned out badly for both of them. True, it was worse on Hurricane than her, and if she could go back, she would change her actions.

  But there was no going back. Twister might get into trouble if the others smelled vampire on him, but if she was so far into a human state that he couldn’t smell the vampire on her, it was unlikely others would. And if he had smelled the vampire? Well, then he still chose to sleep with her. She could see in his eyes that he had been well past the point of caring who he was inside, as long as she was warm and tight.

  Guinevere knew what that felt like; lately, she had been feeling the same thing. She didn’t care who was inside of her, as long as he knew what he was doing. Oh, and someone who didn’t know she was a queen. Who wasn’t trying to improve their position or influence her or worshiped her in a celebrity cult-like way.

  She had gotten that with Twister. And that itch was scratched, for now.

  A frown crossed her face as the door opened and her handmaidens, dressed in their red and blue uniforms, filed in. Normally she’d be able to pick up their scents, but in her current form, it was more difficult. She lifted herself to her elbows as they all turned to get oils, perfumes or other things without greeting her.

  Well. This was unexpected.

  Guinevere sighed as she rolled to a sitting position and reached for her robe. “I don’t suppose you’ll let me dress before you try to kill me?”