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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“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You can lie all you want, you big fucking pussy, but you’ll get what’s coming to you one way or another. Once the cartel learns you tricked off like a little bitch to save your ass in prison or to get life without parole, I’ll be a satisfied bastard.”

“Martinez, if you have information on Ferguson, please share it,” he said, glaring at Fergie.

“Nothing you can grab legally. Then again, I’ve been dead for over a month, so I’m just a ghost.” I stood up and leaned toward Ferguson, “And I’m going to haunt your ass until the day you die.” He pissed his pants like the weak little bitch he was. “Fucking pussy. Did you watch while they beat me nearly to death, or were you too afraid?”

“I saw the video,” he blurted out, trying to stop the words from leaving his mouth.

“Ferguson, you’re fucked.” I laughed, stepping out of the way as the director came up to him.

“Turn in your weapon and badge,” he ordered Ferguson.

“I didn’t say anything. He forced me to lie with intimidation.”

“You’re suspended. If you want to start talking, I think it would be for the best. Otherwise, I bet the Villanueva cartel will be on your ass the second word gets out that Martinez is alive.”

“Oh my God, Martinez is alive!” Several agents recognized me and crowded me. I walked out just as a scuffle started in the director’s office. Several officers ran inside to find Ferguson pinned to the director’s desk.

“What the hell?”

“Take him into interrogation room two. Cuff him to the chair.” He shoved him into Suarez’s arms. “You betrayed the badge. By the end of the day, I’ll have enough evidence to send you away for life.”

“I need a lawyer,” he shouted, fighting against Suarez’s grip.

“Fine, if that’s the way you want to play it. Read this asshole his rights and get him a lawyer. I need to call the judge to get a warrant to search his financial and electronic records.”

“You don’t have anything.”

“I have resisting arrest and assault.” The director had a busted lip, but Ferguson’s eye was shut closed with swelling from being clocked. From the look of his arm, it was going to hurt as well.

“We’re not done with you, Martinez.”

“Make it quick. I’m still recovering.” For two hours, everyone was curious. I didn’t go into detail because the more you told people, the likelihood they could use it to harm someone you loved. Everyone else came back clean so I felt a little comfortable, but I had to remain wary.

The second I finished at the ATF office, I made my way back to Grace. I missed the fuck out of her. I’d only been gone a couple of hours, and my chest burned with longing that just my woman could relieve.

My phone rang just as I pulled into my driveway. "Hey, Law. What's up?"

"I'm calling to let you know that whenever you're ready, the job is yours. I know you can't be wrestling with drunk fuckers yet, but we could use you at the surveillance area monitoring the cameras.”

“When?"

"As soon as you feel up to it."

"Grace will be working with Doc tomorrow, so starting at ten sounds perfect."

"Great. I'll see you at the station, then. Thanks, brother." He pressed the end call button on the dashboard and then stepped out of the vehicle. The security around my house had tripled this morning after I left for the office because they knew making my presence known was waving a red fucking flag in the cartel's face.

I popped into the house, and Grace smiled at me with an apron on —only the apron on. Before I knew it, I pulled the strings and tossed it on the floor, slamming my mouth to hers. "I missed you too." Dipping lower, I sucked her hard peak between my lips as I pumped two fingers into her soaked cunt. "You need it, don't you? Say it. Tell me what the fuck you need, Grace. Because my dick is throbbing to be in you. Do you want me to slip it in here?" I flexed my fingers inside her heat. "Or here?" My tongue slipped into her mouth.

"Both," she moaned. Greedily, I strummed her clit before pulling my fingers out and bringing them to my lips, sucking off her lust.

"Knees, now." She lowered herself, spreading her legs open as she took my shaft in her skilled hand. "Suck my cock like you want all my cum down your throat. Maybe I'll give it to you." She licked me from base to tip and I shuddered, attempting not to nut so quickly. The visual of her hungry eyes looking up at me while her mouth encased my cock was unbearable. "Fuck. I should have kept the apron on." My thick vein pulsed readily to shoot my load. I wanted it between her legs, though.


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