Page 8 of Steel

“Fuck,” he grunts, coming for me again.

I manage to land one more jab to his side before he catches my wrist, stopping the punch I was about to land on his jaw.

In one swift move, he twists my arm, spinning me around so I’m pinned with my chest to the wall and my arm behind my back.

Using the heel of my boot, I try to kick him in the shins again, but it only makes him twist my arm so hard that my shoulder aches. His body presses flush with mine, and I feel every heavy breath from our struggle.

“Let me go.”

I try to kick him again, but he widens his stance so I can’t.

A chuckle comes from my left, and I turn to see a man standing to the side, watching us. His dark hair falls over his eyes, which are focused on his phone, and his tattoos peek from his hands to his neck.

“Feisty one, Prez.” The man smirks.

Prez.

Of all the men in the club I could have run into tonight, I caught the attention of Steel, my father’s former president.

I stop struggling because there’s no use. If there’s two of them in sight, there’s probably more on the way.

“You done?” Steel asks, loosening his grip on my arm.

I nod, and he takes a step back, releasing me.

My shoulder aches as I spin around, but he hasn’t backed up, so I’m still cornered against the wall.

Craning my neck back, I look up at him.

Steel.

It’s a fitting name for a man as cold as his arctic gaze. Stubborn and unmoving as he stands in front of me.

A man whose reputation precedes him.

I wasn’t close with my father and didn’t spend time at the clubhouse, so I’ve never met Steel face-to-face. But one look in his eyes and I’m sure he’s everything I’ve heard about him and more. Violent, dangerous, unyielding.

And now that I’m getting a closer look, I see he’s the man who was sitting across the bar staring at me.

Except now, there’s nothing friendly in his lethal gaze. Any confident flirtation he might have flashed earlier is stripped away. He’s strictly business, staring me down, smelling like leather and cinnamon. A blend of scents that I shouldn’t like as much as I do.

This close, I get a better look at his square jaw and chiseled features. I get a hit of his body heat closing in around me.

I’m screwed.

“What do you think you’re doing in here?” Steel crosses his arms over his chest, not backing up.

I stand up straighter and lift my chin. If he thinks he can scare me, he has another thing coming.

“Looking for the bathroom.”

His eyes narrow as he looks me up and down with complete disinterest. I’m not surprised when I’m not much to look at compared to the impressive horde of beautiful women he just left at the bar.

“The bathroom?” He hitches an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

Steel plants one hand on the wall behind my head, and his gaze moves to my mouth when I wet my lips.

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