Page 8 of Twist’s Raven (31 Days of Trick or Treat: Biker & Mobster #6)

“Hey Britt, I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he said. He had to chuckle to himself. Britt’s eyes were very expressive. Hers were screaming that she wasn’t happy to see him.

“Oh Britt, you didn’t tell us you knew Twist. We watch your videos all the time,” the older woman said, holding out her hand. “I’m Britt’s mom, Irene.”

The man stood and held out his hand, “Britt’s dad, Samuel. It must be fascinating chasing storms. I’d love to hear sometime how you got into it.”

Twist shook his hand but couldn’t figure out how Britt could be sitting with her family after they’d been trying to force her to marry someone. Had they caught her after the towing company had picked her up?

He stared into her eyes. He had to know, and who cared what her parents thought. They were no parents at all if they were going to make her marry anyone .

“Britt, are you safe? Do you want me to make them leave you alone, or should I take you out of here?” Twist asked. He wasn’t okay with a family member forcing someone to do what they wanted. Britt deserved better than that.

Britt’s face flushed, and she looked down at her plate.

Twist waited for Britt to say something.

He wasn’t going to fill the silence because he wanted her parents to feel guilty for what they’d done.

Despite her being what he’d thought was a strong woman, she could still be being coerced.

It could happen to the strongest individual.

“Britt, what is he talking about?” her dad asked.

“Well, if Britt won’t say it, I will. Family should never try to force their child to marry just for a business deal. Family is supposed to have your back through the rough times. I just don’t understand how you both could do that to her,” Twist said, his voice rising higher the longer he talked.

Her dad stared at Twist, then started to chuckle until he was laughing so hard he had tears running down his face.

“I don’t find this funny at all,” Twist said, completely disgusted with her father. Her mom had a smirk on her face while Britt just sat there with her face bright red.

A hand on his back had Twist turning.

“Hey Britt, Mace called and said to bring Twist to the clubhouse. He wants to talk with all of you. His food will be delivered there,” Axel said, motioning to the back door where another man in a Honey Creek Badgers MC cut stood.

What the heck had he gotten into? And why was everyone acting so strange? Twist waited until Britt got up along with her parents and followed them out the door. Twist checked out the man’s cut. He was the club’s Road Captain. Snipe looked like a pretty boy with his tousled brown hair.

Snipe got in the driver’s seat of an older Willys Jeep. The top and doors were off. Twist had to wonder if they would put a top on soon because it was October and snow could happen any time in Nebraska. Britt got into the back with her parents, leaving the passenger seat for him.

Snipe drove them across what looked like a field of some crop.

Twist had no idea what would be grown this time of year in Nebraska.

A beaten-down path appeared in the crop and seemed to be what Snipe was following.

Twist’s neck itched because if you were wanting a good yield from a crop, then you’d have the path at the edge of the field.

Each little bit of land was precious. At least, that’s what Maureen talked about.

Why would the path be in the middle of the field and have twists and turns?

He guessed maybe because they didn’t want the clubhouse connected to the bar by a noticeable route, but the bar was named after the MC. Nothing was making sense.

Snipe pulled up to a huge, two-story farmhouse with a covered wraparound porch.

The house had two balconies—one at each end.

Twist got out of the Jeep, then held his hand out to help Britt and her parents.

Despite not appreciating what her parents had done, he’d been raised a gentleman—and gentlemen opened doors for their elders.

Twist walked into the front room of the clubhouse, taking note of the exits. Every sense he had was screaming that something was off .

“Twist, this is our President, Mace Singleton,” Snipe said.

Twist walked toward Mace, holding out his hand. Mace must be his name and his road name because Mace was what was on his patch.

Mace grasped his hand. Before Twist could let go, a black sack was slipped over his head from behind. He tried to turn, but Mace held one hand while other hands grabbed his arms. He fought by trying to kick or ram his head into someone, but each move was defeated.

In what seemed like seconds, his hands were tied behind his back and his legs were trussed together. A light hand slipped into his pocket, removing his phone and slipping his watch off his wrist.

“Take him to Time Out until we know more,” Mace directed .

Arms slid around his chest while hands grasped his ankles.

He was deeply regretting telling his friends he could do this alone.

But in his defense, he’d never dreamed he’d be tied up and, from what he could tell, being carried down stairs.

Twist counted steps and turns as they took him somewhere underground.

The air smelled different, and the only sounds were the footsteps of the people carting him to whatever the hell Time Out was.

He was set on his feet.

“I’m going to untie your feet to make you a little more comfortable. Try anything and I’ll truss you up like a Thanksgiving turkey and let you deal with that,” Snipe cautioned.

Twist nodded, though what he wanted to do was fight and hit Snipe in the face.

The odds were against him, so he’d bide his time.

The only thing he had going for him was a midnight check-in with Booker.

At least at that point, Booker would know something had gone wrong.

Depending on what the MC was into, Twist could be dead and buried in a field by that time.

This was one of those times when his overconfidence could find him pushing up daisies, or given the farmland he was surrounded by, he might be nutrients for corn or another crop.

He’d been so sure he could handle anything, but he’d never considered this.

But despite tying him up, they hadn’t hit him, hurt him, or done anything he would think someone who wanted him gone would do. Twist wasn’t sure what he stepped in, but it was obviously more than an MC of former military who liked to ride bikes—which was how they’d been described on the internet.