His Siren (A Steele Riders Family Novella Book 2) by C.M. Steele

Author:C.M. Steele [Steele, C.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-21T23:00:00+00:00

I wake up covered in sweat, angry and scared. Someone tried to take my Roxanne from me. She left to be with someone else. I can’t do this anymore. I have to see her. Since I’m not sure who to trust, I book a commercial flight with one of the hotel gift cards, making a note to reimburse it when I get back. Then, I grab my normal cell phone and send a text to Gavin reminding him about our dinner plans.

Taking out the phone Blade sent me last week, I forward all my calls to it. The phone is untraceable and perfect just for this trip. After stashing my old phone inside my safe, I grab the ring inside there and seal it. Five minutes later, I rush out of the hotel with the clothes on my back. I’m in such a hurry that I almost forget my cane. I don’t need it all the time, but it does help when I get tired.

The flight is brutal on my broken body. Fuck, my bones ache as I arrive in Dallas. I stretch while waiting for everyone else to get off. Popping a couple of OTC painkillers, I walk through the expansive airport. I’m halfway there when one of the employees on a golf cart asks if I need a lift. “Thank you. You have no idea what a lifesaver you are.”

“No problem, sir. Where can I drop you off at?”

“The car rental area, please.”

“That’s all you have with you?”

I nod. I look at his name tag and make sure to address him by it. He’s doing me a huge favor. “Yes, Phil. It’s an impromptu trip.” We make the short trip by vehicle to the rental place. He stops as close as possible to let me out.

“Well, I wish you luck.” He tips his hat and shakes my hand.

“Thank you, Phil.” I pull out my wallet to tip him, but he waves it off and leaves me there. It takes about twenty minutes to get a rental, but once it’s all good to go, they bring the car around for me. It’s been so long since I’ve taken a commercial flight, so the hospitality has been wonderful.

I map the drive with the built-in GPS on the car. I have to see my woman, and no one is going to stop me. It takes almost an hour to get there, but I pull up to the bar called Panhandles. It’s the only one in Steeleville, according to Google. My phone buzzes on the passenger seat. I pull it up to see that it’s Magnus. Shit. I hope there’s no problem at the hotel. He’s supposed to be able to handle it. “Boss. You disappeared. You’re not at your mother’s house.” How the fuck did he know that? “Why are you in Steeleville?” What the hell?

“I’ve only been gone four hours,” I inform him—the length of time it took for me to get to the airport and to the bar without stopping for a break.

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