Heart of Steel: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #1
toward Willow to see her peering out the window, and I wince as I wonder if I should answer it or not. I look down and it’s Willow—she’s fucking calling me.
    “Crap!” I better answer it.
    “Hey Flame,” I say trying to keep my voice to a soft tone, so she can’t hear me from across the park.
    “Hey, Steel… um, quick question? Are you sitting in a park across from my house hiding in the bushes?”
    Fuck!

 
    I let out a flustered laugh and duck down further, hiding from her and starting to push my bike away from her house.
    Fuck, I’m an idiot!
    “What? No! Why would you think that?” I ask my voice sounding a little higher pitched than normal.
    “Shit. I wish it was you. There’s some creeper out the front of my house. I think he took a picture of me. Crap! Now I’m actually a little scared. I thought it was you.”
    I tense up and mentally slap my forehead. “Shit, okay. Well, if there’s some stalker pervert out the front of your house, you should close your blinds and step away from the window,” I say mainly trying to get her to stop looking out her window so I can make my getaway, but also to help ease her nerves.
    “Steel, can you come over? What if he tries to come in the house?”
    Shit!
    What the fuck am I meant to do now? “Sure. I’m not too far away from your place. Just close the window, lock the doors. Stay inside, and don’t look out the window, okay? Don’t answer the door until you hear my voice. You got me?” I’m trying to sound like I’m angry that some pervert is watching her when all along the fucking pervert is me.
    “Steel, please hurry.”
    “I’ll be there real soon, babe.” I hang up and bash my phone against my forehead in frustration. “Fuckin’ idiot, dickhead, fucker!” I turn back to see her window blinds are now closed, and I can make my escape. I push my bike along the path and out the other side of the park. Shaking my head the entire way thinking to myself I’m the biggest fucking idiot on the face of this planet. Now I have to go and face Willow and comfort her from being stalked by a pervert, and it was me the whole fucking time.
    Shit! I hope she never finds out about this!
    I push my Hog down the side street and when I’m far enough out of sight, I hop on and straddle my bike finally able to kick it into gear. I rev the engine needing a bit of my testosterone back because that’s now scattered all over the God damned park, and I hammer down speeding through the back streets making my way to Willow’s villa.
    When I arrive back at her place, instead of pulling up at the park, I drive up her driveway and pull up right near her front door. I figure I may as well try and fake my way through this as best as possible, so I stand tall and look over to the park as if I’m looking for the perpetrator.
    Fucking hell, I feel like a dick!
    “If you’re still out there you better forget this house. You better forget this woman. She belongs to me, and if you fuckin’ come here again takin’ happy snaps I’ll be only too pleased to snap your neck, you sick fuck!” I yell out and walk up to her door. She opens it before I have a chance to knock and I huff and shake my head at her.
    “Flame, babe! Why are you openin’ the door? I told you to wait till you heard it was me,” I reprimand.
    “Well, I heard you yelling at the dick. So I opened the door. Is he gone?” she asks still hiding slightly behind the door.
    I look over to the park just for good measure. “Yeah, I think so, babe. Are you okay?” I ask turning back to look at her.
    She opens the security door and she’s standing there in her white silk robe. I have to try my hardest not to let my dick get out of control right now.
    “I’m fine now you’re here. You were really quick,” she says grabbing my cut and pulling me to her. I smirk and step inside the house as she looks around like she’s nervous and closes the door behind me.
    “Was just around the corner at a servo. I’m happy

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