Ghost (A Steele Riders MC Book 6) by C.M. Steele

Author:C.M. Steele [Steele, C.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-08-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Ghost

The sun beamed through my bedroom curtains, waking me up. Reaching over to snuggle my woman some more, or maybe pound into her sweet pussy a little, I found she wasn’t there. I turned over in the bed to find it empty and my body tender from yesterday. I stretched for the nightstand and popped the pills and water I kept there. Sitting up, I slowly gained my bearings. Grace wasn’t anywhere in the room. The bathroom door was wide open and the light was off, so she couldn’t be in there.

I couldn’t believe that she’d run out, so more than likely she was getting her day started.

As I moved my legs over the bed and planted my feet on the cool floor, I heard voices in the other room. Standing, I gingerly walked to the bathroom to get myself together. My walking improved dramatically, but like they said, I had no real injuries to my legs. Slipping on some pants and a tee shirt, I grabbed my glass from last night and then headed out to find my woman.

I stepped into the hallway to hear her father and Asher talking, but no Grace.

I scanned the room, but she wasn’t around. Immediately, I thought the worst. She left for some reason. I had to find her so painfully that my chest started aching. “Hey, what’s going on? Where’s Grace?”

“Good afternoon. How are you feeling?” her father asked, making me irritated. It took me a second to realize what he’d said.

“Damn it—afternoon? What time is it?” I didn’t own a watch anymore. That was something I needed to rectify. It wasn’t something a law enforcement officer ever went without.

“Two,” Asher said, looking at his phone.

“Where the hell is Grace?” I repeated myself, getting annoyed with them. Like a petulant child, I wanted my favorite toy now.

“Right here,” she said, coming out of the kitchen with a mug. “Want some coffee?” Fuck me. What the hell was she wearing? A pair of tiny shorts were barely visible under one of my grey ATF training tee shirts. Her bra strap showed from the edge of the collar, but it did nothing to hide her fucking pointy nipples.

“I want everyone out of my house,” I grumbled, pulling her to my side to keep her nipples from showing.

“Enough of that,” she hissed.

“We need to meet for a plan. Are you feeling up to it? One of these days, we need to inform people you’re alive. We have to act quickly before someone sees you and blows the element of surprise.” My brother might not be a Steele Rider, but he was learning to be as tough and he’d always been protective of his family.

“True. I want to nail the traitor to the fucking wall.” Thinking about those who played me and left me to die pissed me off every single time.

“Well, before you decide to do that, you should eat,” Grace told me.

“I am hungry.” I leaned in and whispered into Grace’s ear, “I’d like to eat you if we were alone.

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