Free Hard as Steel by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow Page A

There was so much he could teach her to enjoy. She was like a blank canvas waiting for an artist, and he was a great artist.
    “Zeke’s put a hit out on his wife.”
    “What?” Shakes asked.
    This was getting interesting or fucking crazy.
    “I got the order last night. He wants her dead by the end of the weekend. It’s why Daniella was here. He didn’t want her near mommy dearest.”
    “For fuck sake.” Demon got to his feet. They all took a step back from the broken table. “Just once I want to do this shit easy.”
    “What are you going to do?” Shakes asked.
    “Kill her. What else can I do? Daniella can’t know.”
    “So, we escort her back home and Joker leaves the group before we’re at Zeke’s,” Demon said. “I’m not interested in pissing Zeke off. I’ve got a woman to worry about and he helps us. His name provides protection as well. Zeke’s far reaching.”
    “I agree with Demon,” Joker said. “We’re not suffering for our association with Zeke. Yeah, we transport the drugs but we’ve got no fuckers fighting for our turf anymore. Zeke’s name helps us and I don’t know about you fuckers, but I’m sick of dying for shit like land. We’re not living in the past. This is our MC, our town, and I prefer worrying about other shit than war.”
    “I’m with them,” Steel said. They’d all been in many fights over the years over turf. The Soldiers of Wrath had lost a lot of men for the ground they were living on. He didn’t want to watch another brother being buried because some little upstart thought they could have the club.
    Then men all nodded in agreement at Demon’s assessment.
    Striker held his hands up. “Fine. I’m sorry I spoke out of turn. I don’t want to end up dead for anyone else but this club.”
    “I made a deal with Zeke. You die; it’s because of me. I’m not interested in adding bodies to our scores.”
    Death was part of the MC life, but it didn’t have to be.
    Steel glanced toward the window in time to see Eloise laughing. He wondered what made her smile. She was fast becoming an obsession of his.
    “None of us want to add bodies,” Steel said. “We’re all here trying to make a life for ourselves. I, for one, don’t want to watch another one of us die.” He had blood on his hands from the time he’d spent in this club.
    “Then it’s done. Joker, we’ll ride out now and take Daniella back home. You’ll handle the kill.”
    “Zeke wants her to suffer.”
    “Take Nerd with you. He likes to make people suffer.”
    “It’s a woman,” Joker said. “I’m like Nerd on this one, making a bitch suffer is going to be hard.”
    “Then do what you need to do. If you don’t make her suffer, I don’t give a fuck. The whore hasn’t hurt my woman,” Demon said. “The rest of you, we ride out. We’ll leave the prospects to take care of our women.” Demon looked down at the table that was on the floor. “And I’ll get another table for our next meeting.” He leaned down, slamming the gavel onto the table. “Dismissed.”
    Leaving the room, he saw Eloise talking with Deanna. Several prospects were hanging around the club, talking. He didn’t pay them any attention. Walking up to Eloise, he grabbed her hand, and started walking toward his room.
    “Hey, Steel?”
    He didn’t stop to talk and walked up the stairs. When she stumbled, he made an effort to be slower.
    Opening his bedroom door, he tugged her inside, slamming her against the nearest wall once the door was shut behind them.
    “What the hell?” she asked.
    “Shut up. I need to be with you” He tore at the jeans she wore, knowing next time she was at the clubhouse, he’d make her wear skirts with no panties.
    Once they were out of the way, he tore her offending panties off her pussy. Sliding his fingers through her cunt, he groaned.
    “You’re always so wet for me.”
    “Steel?” She groaned, thrusting herself onto his fingers.
    Pushing two digits inside her, he pushed his thumb