His Siren - A Steele Riders Family Novella

“No. I’m sure as fuck not ready for it. I’m hoping to get her back to Vegas soon. Then you can travel to Milan. Although, I have a feeling it’s going to get ugly around here soon.”

“Do you need me to send someone? I can’t let anything happen to you. I’m serious, Milo. We’ve been friends way too long for you to kick the bucket on me.”

“I’m not going anywhere just yet. When I nail the bastard…”

“So, Milo, I hate to ask, but have you considered that it could be Magnus? He’s the closest to you, even knowing your schedule better than anyone else.”

“I have.”

“And? Do you trust him enough? I’m just shocked that with two master tech guys on it, you can’t find a trace of this asshole. So either they’re in on it, or the mastermind in charge of the project is aware of what they’re doing.”

“That’s a great point. I’ve got to let you go, but stay safe. I don’t trust that it’s not just one person.”

“Do you want me to check on your mom?”

“Yes. Can you stay with her?”

“I suppose. I mean, she’s in love with me, so it’s not so bad.”

“Fuck off, asshole.”

“Miss you too. Be fucking careful.” I end the call and then let out a long sigh.

“He sounds genuinely worried about you, but I’d bust his mouth if that was my mom,” Blade says.

“You should see my mother. She’s worse. They love teasing me because he saw a picture of her when she was a dancer and he asked if I had a sister, knowing I didn’t. They think it’s funny, but I ignore them.”

“A dancer? Well, then, I can’t wait to meet her. Tell Gavin he has some competition.”

Beast chuckles. “I’ll kick his ass if you want.”

Blade flips off Beast. “Fuck off, old man. Anyway, Cyber should be here soon. I called his ass and told him you were here.”

A knock at the door brings Cyber on cue, and he looks fucking pissed. “Are you like stupid? What the fuck are you doing here? Unprotected and weak. You’re no good to Roxie if you die.”

I ignore his ranting and raving because he’s just proved that he wants me to live for her. “What do you think of Indy?”

“I think he’s hiding something. He’s been avoiding me for two days now. Only got a text from him an hour ago, saying that you were coming here.” He opens his messages and shows me.

“What the fuck? How did he know I was on my way too?”

“I thought your staff would know something like that,” Beast adds.

“I did everything through a fake name. I didn’t want anyone to follow me. Magnus claimed that Gavin told him before his meeting, but I didn’t even see Gavin and we’d made plans for dinner. You heard him when he called.”

“Well, either you’re shit at sneaking out, or they’re tracking you.”

“How could they be tracking me?”

“Can you stand for me?” I do my best, feeling the burn in my knee. “In fact, where the fuck is your cane?”

“In my rental.”

“Give me your keys so I can grab it. Pat him down, Blade.” I reach for my keys and then freeze. “There may be a tracker on your clothes.”

“You’re not the Santini I want rubbing me down,” I tease.

“Don’t start with me. If my sister knew what to look for, I would have her do it. Don’t get hard because we have the same pretty eyes.”

“Just for that, I’m telling Gavin you’re trying to move in on his territory.”

“Bastard.” He slides off my jacket and methodically runs his fingers down every seam of my blazer.

Cyber comes back with the cane and Boomer. “We haven’t officially met, but I’m Boomer.”

“Hello.” We shake hands and then Blade goes to my body, patting me down my clothes.

“Doc’s on his way to do an examination. Are you okay? You’re looking a little shaky.”

“Yeah. It’s just been a really long fucking trip.”

“We get it,” Boomer says, taking a seat behind the desk as he watches.

“Here, take your cane, at least. It’s fucking heavy, by the way.” Cyber lifts it sideways like a band leader, testing the weight.

“Yeah, well, I need it to support my weight.”

“You’re all clean. Is this the phone I sent you?” Blade asks, stepping back and looking at it on the desk. I nod. “And you don’t have the other one with you?”

“No. I purposely left it behind. I might not be a fucking soldier like you, but I’m not an idiot.”

“Then I’m guessing they tracked you when you rented the car?”

“I used a fake name.”

Cyber unfolds his arms and slaps his forehead. “Shit. Do me a favor. I don’t know why I haven’t thought of it before, but can I see this?”

He grabs my cane and cracks it against the wall. A microchip falls out amongst the shattered handle. “Looks like this is how they’re keeping track of you.”