Steel My Soul (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Sons of Steel Motorcycle Club Book 4) by Vivian Lux Page B
Authors: Vivian Lux
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It was sweeter. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
And in the morning, I made him breakfast.
Chapter Eighteen
Declan
"I'm the fucking club doctor, get out of my way."
The Storm MC's Sergeant At Arms was the biggest dude I had ever seen in my life. So of course they called him Tiny.
If I had actually given a shit about my own personal safety, I would have cringed away from him. But I was way past the point of caring.
"You made your fucking point, now step aside!"
Tiny fixed me with a glare, his lip curled up in a snarl under a bushy mustache. Then he looked up and glared at the rest of us who had gathered around to watch the humiliating spectacle.
"You amateur fucks are gonna get us all killed," he bellowed, shaking his head. Then and only then did he finally step aside and let me go to J. and Case.
Both of their right eyes were already swelling shut. All I had were two bags of frozen corn. "Buncha fucking bullshit," I told them, showing them both how to cup the bags over their eyes.
The crowd of Storm MC goons was starting to disperse, but Teach still stood there, like he had been all along. Watching his guys get disciplined like a couple of low-level prospects. "Wasn't bullshit," he called in that deadly calm voice he only used when he was furious. "And you know it."
"Fuck right off, Teach," J. bellowed, shoving past his mentor and barreling into the safe house.
Case lowered his head and followed, refusing to look either one of us in the eye. Mac and Thorn paused to see if I would say anything, but when I didn't , they headed back into the cramped, smelly house that had been our prison for twenty-nine days and counting.
Teach knew me too well. He knew I was waiting until we were alone before I said my piece, so he crossed his arms and waited. I had to respect the man, even in my fury. He didn't fly off the handle. Ever.
Only once I had I ever seen him lose his cool, and that was about twenty minutes ago.
"They're going crazy here," I finally told him, crossing my arms over my belly. The sun was warm on my cut, but there was still a chill in the air. Winter was still holding on, and with it, all of my dark thoughts.
Teach blinked at me.
"Tell me you have a plan to get us out," I pleaded with him.
My words seem to hurt Teach physically. "I'm working on it," he sighed, and I could hear the fatigue in my friend's voice. "Things haven't died down yet. We can't afford to make another costly mistake."
I nodded. The loss of the clubhouse was a deep blow, one that we could only blame on ourselves.
"Look, I know, but can you blame the kid? We left there in the dead of night with nothing but the clothes on our backs. He's got a girl, Teach, and he's going crazy not knowing she's safe. Case too. They're both pacing around here like a coupla tigers in a cage. It makes me tired just watching them."
Teach sighed and looked up at the flat gray sky. A battalion of geese flew high over head, migrating north through the Pine Barrens. They could get out of this hellhole, but we couldn't.
"I know he's got a girl, and the cartel probably knows it too. Calling her, Doc? I don't care if it's a burner phone, they got their ways of tracking that shit."
"Yeah, but you knocked it outta his hand before he could even get the call through."
"And it's a damn good thing I did, for all of us."
I looked down at the wet, sandy ground. He was right, J. had been worse than foolish trying to call Emmy. Cell phones could be traced and tracked, calls could be monitored. All of our phones had been confiscated when we first ended up at the safe house, so where he got the illegal one from was a piece of info he wasn't readily giving up.
For that, Teach had ordered Case to give him a black eye as Sergeant At Arms. Instead, Case refused a direct order and went and stood by his best friend's side.
In all my years, I had never seen Teach lose it the way he did just then. The Zen Master morphed into a fireball of rage, spewing venom
And in the morning, I made him breakfast.
Chapter Eighteen
Declan
"I'm the fucking club doctor, get out of my way."
The Storm MC's Sergeant At Arms was the biggest dude I had ever seen in my life. So of course they called him Tiny.
If I had actually given a shit about my own personal safety, I would have cringed away from him. But I was way past the point of caring.
"You made your fucking point, now step aside!"
Tiny fixed me with a glare, his lip curled up in a snarl under a bushy mustache. Then he looked up and glared at the rest of us who had gathered around to watch the humiliating spectacle.
"You amateur fucks are gonna get us all killed," he bellowed, shaking his head. Then and only then did he finally step aside and let me go to J. and Case.
Both of their right eyes were already swelling shut. All I had were two bags of frozen corn. "Buncha fucking bullshit," I told them, showing them both how to cup the bags over their eyes.
The crowd of Storm MC goons was starting to disperse, but Teach still stood there, like he had been all along. Watching his guys get disciplined like a couple of low-level prospects. "Wasn't bullshit," he called in that deadly calm voice he only used when he was furious. "And you know it."
"Fuck right off, Teach," J. bellowed, shoving past his mentor and barreling into the safe house.
Case lowered his head and followed, refusing to look either one of us in the eye. Mac and Thorn paused to see if I would say anything, but when I didn't , they headed back into the cramped, smelly house that had been our prison for twenty-nine days and counting.
Teach knew me too well. He knew I was waiting until we were alone before I said my piece, so he crossed his arms and waited. I had to respect the man, even in my fury. He didn't fly off the handle. Ever.
Only once I had I ever seen him lose his cool, and that was about twenty minutes ago.
"They're going crazy here," I finally told him, crossing my arms over my belly. The sun was warm on my cut, but there was still a chill in the air. Winter was still holding on, and with it, all of my dark thoughts.
Teach blinked at me.
"Tell me you have a plan to get us out," I pleaded with him.
My words seem to hurt Teach physically. "I'm working on it," he sighed, and I could hear the fatigue in my friend's voice. "Things haven't died down yet. We can't afford to make another costly mistake."
I nodded. The loss of the clubhouse was a deep blow, one that we could only blame on ourselves.
"Look, I know, but can you blame the kid? We left there in the dead of night with nothing but the clothes on our backs. He's got a girl, Teach, and he's going crazy not knowing she's safe. Case too. They're both pacing around here like a coupla tigers in a cage. It makes me tired just watching them."
Teach sighed and looked up at the flat gray sky. A battalion of geese flew high over head, migrating north through the Pine Barrens. They could get out of this hellhole, but we couldn't.
"I know he's got a girl, and the cartel probably knows it too. Calling her, Doc? I don't care if it's a burner phone, they got their ways of tracking that shit."
"Yeah, but you knocked it outta his hand before he could even get the call through."
"And it's a damn good thing I did, for all of us."
I looked down at the wet, sandy ground. He was right, J. had been worse than foolish trying to call Emmy. Cell phones could be traced and tracked, calls could be monitored. All of our phones had been confiscated when we first ended up at the safe house, so where he got the illegal one from was a piece of info he wasn't readily giving up.
For that, Teach had ordered Case to give him a black eye as Sergeant At Arms. Instead, Case refused a direct order and went and stood by his best friend's side.
In all my years, I had never seen Teach lose it the way he did just then. The Zen Master morphed into a fireball of rage, spewing venom
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