Ghost – A Steele Riders MC Read online C.M. Steele

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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
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“So you thought you’d follow us?” Boomer snarled, grabbing the guy by his collar.

“When you’re handed a golden ticket, why pass it up?”

“You’re going to die for it.” Boomer and Blade disposed of the trash while Doc and I helped patch and paint the bullet holes.

Chapter 7

Grace

During the drive back to the ranch, my mood lightened and then I became anxious to see Ricardo. I knew I shouldn’t, but my feelings were hard to deal with. I entered the house, and it was eerily quiet. Before I knew what happened, a hand wrapped around my mouth and my waist. “Calm down, mi amor.” It was Ricardo.

“What’s going on?” I asked as he rushed us back to my car. Boomer and another man I didn’t recognize were scanning my car. “What’s going on?”

“We’re all leaving for Steeleville. Your things have been packed,” Boomer stated as a matter of fact.

“What? Why?” She freaked out, looking around us for my father.

“We need to protect Rico and get him the care he needs where no one will be asking questions. Steeleville is the best place. Even your father agrees, but Rico won’t leave without you.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He cupped my cheek, and I did my best to not press into it like I wanted.

“Oh goodness.”

“I’ll do whatever I can to keep you safe.” I closed my eyes and another man came up, startling me. “Blade, this is my Grace. Sweetheart, this is Blade. He’ll be driving us back.”

“Blade?”

“Yes, his name is Blade.”

We got in the SUV with its black-on-black and tints. I knew I'd gotten myself into more than I could handle, but I wasn't scared. I had Ricardo and his friends.

"Where's my dad?" I looked around and didn't see any other vehicle leaving with us.

"He's seeing patients with Doc to help, and then they'll be joining us." Ricardo rubbed my palm, calming me down as if he had a special hold over me.

"We have a group meeting us just in case someone is looking for a fight, but I promise nothing's going to happen to you. I know this is coming from a man who almost died at the hands of his enemies, but that was when I had to work within the confines of the law and I'd been betrayed by someone on the inside."

"From your law enforcement agency?"

"Yes," he chewed out through gritted teeth. His hand slid into mine. My heart broke for what had happened to him. Who could you trust if it wasn't those who were supposed to have your back?

"It's not really safe for you to be travelling. Does your head hurt?" I squeezed between his thumb and first finger, trying to ease any pain in his head.

"Not right now, but they gave me some strong meds."

"Those were fucking ibuprofen, Rico. Those ain't gonna help much," Blade huffed from the driver's seat. They called him Rico. So far there was Doc, Boomer, Blade, and Rico.

"Mind your damn business, Blade."

"He's right. With this drive, you'll need something stronger."

"No. Thank you. Please drop it, angel."

"Fine. Then rest, please." I pulled his head down to rest on my chest. My hands threaded through his hair, kneading it gently. Low moans and a grunt told me where it helped and didn't. Slowly, his breathing steadied.

"So you are his saving Grace. We can't thank you and your father enough. His sister and brother are going to lose it. They have been trying to deal with the news. They couldn't bring themselves to believe it."

"My father's the one who did it. I just assisted."

"It's a miracle that he's here. We've had a rough seven months in Steeleville, and we know it's not over."

"It really is a miracle. I don't know what's going to happen at the hospital. I don't want to lose my position. It would ruin my insurance and credibility in the medical profession."

"Don't worry. Doc has an office and we're building a hospital in Steeleville, so you and your father will have a place to work.”

"Thank you. What are you guys?"

"We're friends who either served together or knew each other before Boomer and his brother Jackson created Steeleville."

"Does Jackson have a street name like all of you do?"

"It's the Architect or VP, but it's our motorcycle club names."

"Bikers?"

"Yes."

"You don't look like bikers."

"Ha. Some of us do, but we're not representing because we don't want to make our presence known in the area.”

“Makes sense.” I nodded and then looked down at Rico who had his hand between my legs inches from my pussy. Quickly darting my eyes back up, I refused to get turned on. God, it’s been so long without a guy that his innocent touch was sensual.

He moved upward, cupping my mound through my shorts and then whispered in my ear, “You smell so fucking fantastic. I can’t wait until you give me the all clear because I’m going to make you come so hard on my cock that you’ll always be walking around with that blush.”


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