Page 5 of Steel

My shoulder throbs in tune with my heartbeat, making my stomach swirl with sickness again.

How the hell am I supposed to take care of the back of this wound if I can’t freaking see it? It’s too dark out here, and I don’t have a mirror.

Maybe there’s still one left in this place.

The cool air brushes against my skin, and I shiver. Even though I’m freezing on the inside, sweat rolls down my temples and beads on my upper lip.

Before I head inside the house I’ve picked out, I glance behind me. The woods are quiet, and there’s nothing that indicates they’re close. Hopefully, the quick precautions I took will keep them off my ass long enough for Steel to come get me.

There’s just enough space between the broken door and the frame for me to squeeze through, but not without a few scraps of wood and other sharp objects scuffing against my skin. The sharp sting that penetrates my flesh as I squeeze through the small space has me gritting my teeth against the pain.

My hand shakes as I pull my phone from my pocket. “Please be working.”

For once, my forethought into choosing one that’s waterproof because of my clumsiness pays off. Too many times, I’ve dropped my phone in the toilet because I would forget it was in my back pocket, or I’d have it sitting on the sink while I wash my hands and it would fall into the basin while the water was running. Hell, there was one time when I tripped over my own feet, and it managed to find the one puddle in the entire parking lot.

My sigh of relief is quiet as the light shines in my face when I press the power button on the side. I go into the settings quickly to change the display so that it stays on. Using the flashlight will only draw unwanted attention, so I’m going to have to find my way with a minimum light source.

Rats scurry away from my footsteps and back into hiding, and cockroaches scamper across the broken hardwood floor.

The broken window in the hallway upstairs will probably give me the best vantage point to the woods. There’s a cracked crate sitting off to the side of it, as if someone has already been in this position before, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I don’t have the damn energy.

A sigh escapes when I finally take a seat, and I lean my head against the window frame, looking out into the darkness. I hate that I can only see the front of the house. They could easily come at me from the rear. I’m just really hoping they don’t come at me at all, because if they do, I’m done for.

I stretch out my injured leg while I pull up Steel’s contact information. It’s been so long since I’ve heard his voice, I know I’m going to break down as soon as his deep growl comes through the speaker.

But considering this is the first time I’m running for my life, I think I’m holding up damn well. My brothers would be proud of me.

Hell, I’m proud of myself.

It rings so many times that I’m about to give up on him answering when his breathless, husky voice comes across the line. It warms my blood like a shot of Devil’s Mark bourbon.

“Bailee?”

“Steel,” I whimper, “I need your help.”

“Tell me what’s happening,” he demands.

For the first time since I stumbled across the bikers in the woods, my shoulders droop as exhaustion sets in.

This isn’t the way I planned on seeing the man I continuously ache for again, but a girl’s gotta take what she can get.

I’m going to see Steel for the first time in three years with two gunshot wounds and an angry club out for my blood.

Sounds like such a fun time.

Chapter two

I’m buried balls deepin club pussy when my phone rings. When I glance to my nightstand and see Bailee’s name flashing across the screen, my hips stutter to a stop. It’s been nearly three years since she’s called me. Text has been our only form of communication, and for the last year, it’s been completely silent on her end. She wouldn’t be calling me unless something is wrong.

Bebe keeps riding Rachel’s face, not realizing the party was over the moment Bailee’s name came up. Rachel starts whining underneath me, and I smack the inside of her thigh in reprimand while I reach over and grab the phone.

With a grimace, I pull my already softening cock out of Rachel and move to sit on the edge of the bed. Answering this call while I still have a club whore’s pussy juice glistening the condom on my cock is a fucked move, but I’m going to do it anyway.

“Bailee?” I answer.

“Steel,” she whimpers, “I need your help.”

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