Blade – A Steele Riders MC Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
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After taking my wife home, I eat her out until she falls asleep. I swear I’m fucking addicted to her pussy. It’s like my personal treat. Snuggling in close, we fall into a deep sleep.

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Three hours later, we’re awakened by the sound of my alarm going off. Someone’s climbed over the newly installed fencing. I jump out of bed and grab a gun from the side drawer and whisper for Jules to be quiet.

All of a sudden, I hear a commotion outside as two people argue. I recognize the girl immediately. It’s Jules’s stepsister. She’s not all tied up, but she sure as fuck looks beat up. Damn it. I have a sinking feeling about what’s going down. I smell a setup. I’m on the phone with Law, who’s on his way. He got the notification about my home when I did. I forgot that it’s all on the same network that Cyber installed for us.

"Hey, this is Santini again; I have a couple intruders on my lawn. One is the missing stepsister. They're armed with a knife and a gun, from what I can see. I'm not letting them get into my house. I called the local police."

"Try not to kill them. I'm gonna hurry back. Fucking shit." I hear the sound of a glass falling onto the ground. "Sorry, sweetie. Go back to bed. I'll be home as soon as I can."

"Be careful," I hear faintly in the background. That's when I remember that he's married. Damn, that's a shitty job to have. I'd hate to have to leave Jules alone all the time.

"I'm on my way. I'm still forty minutes out, so I'll be there in thirty. Remember, I need them alive to get the information."

"Fine, but if they come near my wife, I'll end them."

"Understood. Now, protect her and knock them out or something." I like this guy.

I creep closer to the front door. The back that leads to my workshop has a much sturdier system because I need to protect everyone. I can't let someone into my dangerous workshop without my presence. I drop down and watch them peep through the front window. They can't see me from that angle, so I wait. They jiggle the handle, but not all of us small-town people leave our doors unlocked.

"It's locked. How the fuck are we supposed to get in?"

"Ring the bell. They'll be so frightened when they see the gun in their face that they'll comply. Our plan is going to work for sure."

"It's stupid. How are they gonna believe that he kept you here and raped you with your sister here?"

"Stepsister. Besides, she could be in on it, you know? Some married couples are freaks like that. It'll look like I escaped with your help and we can blame the whole thing on them." I do my best not to laugh the angry laugh that's building in my chest as she plans to say I abused her. I never knew how many people have fucked up families, but a lot of people do. Thankfully, my family is just comical. This is a whole new level of fucked up.

They ring the bell, and Jules comes out of our bedroom. I wave her to go back inside, and she does what I say without a fight. Seconds later, Law comes pulling up with two other squad cars.

"Freeze," Law shouts over the bullhorn, flashing their floodlights at my unwanted guests. "Put the weapons down or I'll put you down," he demands. Her sister drops the machete she has, which I'm betting still has her parents' blood hidden in the handle. It falls onto my porch, sticking to the wood. Fucking assholes are messing up my new stain I put on there.

"You're trespassing on private property." The guy puts the gun down, but as he does, I can see the twenty-two hidden under his hoodie stuffed in his pants. I shoot a text to Law while he’s standing there to give him a fair warning. I’ll bust right through this door and kill the son of a bitch if he starts shooting.

"I just escaped. We were sneaking away before he killed me. That big brute in there is planning to murder me. I've been trapped for days at his mercy while he violated me.”

"Save it. I got a call because the perimeter fence had been breached. The owner's not even home, so do you want to try your lies again?” he says, approaching closer.

"That's how I escaped. He forgot to lock the basement door,” the girl keeps on. I roll my eyes because she most certainly hasn’t been caged up. Her clothes look pristine. I’m guessing she was planning on waiting until she was in the house to start dressing the part of a kidnapping victim.

"There is no basement." Damn, Law’s good with the lies. There’s one, but it’s fully furnished and there are no hidden corners for someone to be tortured in.



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