Page 141 of Steel

“Sure?”

“Fuckin’ said I was.”

“Fuck, you’re growly about her,” he says, his lips twitching.

“Oh, fuck off,” I growl, which only makes him laugh.

“I’ll send Prospect Jordan up here to help out.”

“Great. That damn alley cat.”

Wraith lifts a brow. “I can always get Prospect Keaton. Make him clean up the mess he made of your face.”

“Alley cat is fine.” I close my eyes. “Just want to get cleaned up.”

I’d assumed they cleared out after Wraith ordered everyone to go and let me rest, but when I catch the sound of fabric moving against something, my eyes snap open and my hand scrambles for a weapon I no longer have.

“Whoa, big guy. Just me,” Kiwi says softly. “Just bringing your cut back to you.”

“Thank you.”

“Rest up. You got a little one depending on you. How’s her bitch of a mama? Still in rehab?”

“Yeah,” I grunt.

“Good. How’d you manage that?” she asks, checking over the work that Phantom and Blade did.

“Knows she doesn’t have much of a choice.”

“Is Lyric okay?”

“She’s with Bailee.”

“Bailee, huh?” she teases.

“Prettiest thing I ever did see,” I murmur, drifting off.

“Love looks good on you, big guy,” she whispers.

I try to answer her, but sleep pulls me under.

Something brushes against my arm, and the feeling sets off alarms. I’m fully awake in an instant, and my fingers are wrapped around the throat in front of me.

“It’s me, brother,” someone chokes out. “It’s Jordan.”

Blinking, his face swims into focus.

“Shit,” I grumble, removing my fingers from around his neck. “Sorry.”

“It’s all good,” he croaks, rubbing his neck. “Shouldn’t have touched you. I know better than that.”

“Just a little jumpy when I’m sleepin’,” I admit.

His eyes are curious, but he knows better than to ask questions.

Not that he’d get shit out of me anyway.

Especially aboutthat.

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