His Siren - A Steele Riders Family Novella

The groom shakes my hand and then tugs his woman toward him like I’ve any interest in her, which I don’t. “Thank you, Mr. Martín.”

“I’ll let you continue your meal. Again, congratulations.” I might have been speaking to the married couple, but I never take my eyes off my little siren. She dips her head down, but not before I see the blush on her soft, pale cheeks. I leave regrettably to let their party enjoy their meal while I watch from a distance and learn about my woman.

Twenty minutes later, my security team gets it done. “They’re all staying at the hotel. The suites were paid by Mr. Brandon, but the room you’re interested in is registered to Anthony and Roxanne Santini.”

I snarl, slamming my fist down on my desk. “We’re still looking through his background to see if they’re married.” He searches through social media sites and then turns the tablet to me. There she is. “I believe they are siblings,” he says, which I’ve deduced myself. Good.

I will go to her tonight. She has to be mine, big brother and his buddies be damned. I can’t let her get away. “Keep eyes on her floor,” I order.

“I’ll put Rodgers up there,” Magnus says as he shoots a message.

“Any movement from the room, let me know.” My tone leaves no question that I’m dead serious. They’ll be out of a job if she gets away from me.

“We’re on it, sir.”

I nod. He stands to leave when I add, “Oh, and Magnus, manners go a long fucking way. Anderson should have gut-checked your ass for shoving him out of the way. Then you would have both been on my shit list.”

“Won’t happen again.”

“Good.” I nod again and send him on his way.

As much as I want to chase her down right now, I have a hotel to run and there are always problems to deal with or meetings for me to attend.

I look at my watch and realize that my best friend and partner should have reached Milan, so I send him a text. I’m getting married.

Seconds later, my phone rings. “Are you fucking serious? I just left last night, this morning, or some shit.” Time zones really fuck with his head. He’s a numbers guy, but the changeover gets him every time.

“This is Vegas. You know how it works.” We have a bunch of twenty-four-hour wedding chapels for a reason, although I don’t know if my siren would enjoy that so I’ll have to accommodate her wishes.

“Yes, but you have to actually speak to a female for it to happen.” Having known each other since we were kids, he knows me and my lack of interest in the opposite sex.

“Well, we haven’t spoken yet, but she’s mine and we’re going to get married.”

“Don’t get married before I get back. Two weeks. Understand? I want to be your best man.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be asked?” I fuck with him.

“That’s some bullshit, Milo. I’m going to have to talk her out of marrying an asshole like you.”

A growl comes out of me that even surprises me. “Damn, you’re really crazy over her. Maybe she’ll prefer me instead.”

“You’re the asshole. Have fun, and get some fucking work done or you can’t be my best man.”

“I knew you’d see it my way. Get your woman.”

I laugh. “I’ve got to go. Magnus is earning his keep today.” I switch the call and Gavin drops the call on his end. “What’s up?”

“She’s gone out with her brother and two other people. Do you want someone to tail them?”

“Yes. Let me know where they’re going.” I’ve officially become a stalker, although technically it’s my staff on that job. “I want all the information they can collect on my future wife.”

Three hours pass when I see movement on her floor. I get a text letting me know she’s back and the brother left her at the elevator. “Thank you.” I rush to my suite and prepare for her, and then make my way to her floor.Chapter 2RoxieAfter the killer romantic ceremony, we step into the hotel lobby where from wall to wall it screams opulence. I want to run my hands along the sculptures as we pass them. Then something pulls my eyes to the cameras. They’re not as visible as the ones in the main hallways, but I can still see the light through the crown molding around the ceiling. “Come on, little sister. I’m starving. You can admire the artwork once we’re done eating.”

We head into the hotel’s fancy restaurant at lunch time to celebrate Beast and Mary’s wedding. The ceremony was short and beautiful. I couldn’t be happier for them. Mary’s sweet, and Beast apparently is sweet under his gruff exterior—well, only for Mary, it seems.

Cyber leans over and teases me. “You keep eyeing the cameras like you’re going to steal something.”