Loving Steele (First book in Rivers series)

Chapter 3

^^ Steele

Chapter 3

Storm's POV:

"What's wrong, doll face?" Steele cooed as he took my small hand in his. I hesitated and tensed my body as he touched me and he chuckled at my reaction and dropped my hand.

"You know what, if daddy never dumped your mother none of this would have happened." He said and I felt anger begin to bubble in my chest. One thing I hated was people talking about my family.

"You have no idea what was going on." I snapped and he stopped abruptly and I bumped into his shoulder. He didn't move and he looked back at me.

"Talk to me like that again, Storm...I dare you." He said threatening me and I swallowed thickly.

"I-I'm sorry." I mumbled scared and he continued his pace.

"We are actually nice people doll face, it all depends on how you act."

"Give attitude and of course you won't be treated right." We emerged into a pub of some sort and I gazed around at all the men. They were all amazingly good looking. What the hell was this place?

"Is this like a new version of Hollister?" I asked and Steele chuckled.

"Welcome to the club, sweetheart. We got drugs, alcohol, and women all to suit your needs. Well not you of course." He winked and I stared confused. We walked past a small conclave where a man in a black suit had his shirt open to reveal his abs and his pants undone. Two girls, one blond and one brunette sat on either side of him. One was kissing his abs and the other was like eating his neck.

"Brandon, how are you doing?" Steele called and the man looked up. His strong features made him look dangerous. His eyes lingered over my body and I wrapped my arms around myself nervously.

"Who is this?" He asked pushing off the two girls. He did up his pants and left his shirt undone. He was easily six foot five; he was a giant!

"Easy, Brandon. Doll face here is with me. She is new; I am bringing her to Davey." Steele said resting his hand on Brandon's chest to keep him back.

"Davey? Why take her to the fag? Bring her to Georgina." He said and I frowned.

"That's not a nice thing to say." I said crossing my arms.

"What is, sexy?" He asked his dark eyes lingering over me.

"Fag. It's the twenty first century and gay marriage is legal you shouldn't judge someone because they prefer the same sex." I said and he glared at me before smiling and patting my shoulder.

"I like her, what's your name, sexy?" He asked lighting up a cigarette.

"Jennifer." I said.

"It's Storm." Steele interjected staring into my eyes. I looked away feeling intimidated and Brandon chuckled.

"He likes odd names. Christ his name is Steele." Brandon joked and I forced a smile. Steele and I continued on to the back room where he knocked on a door. A man in black pants and a white shirt opened it.

"Steele! How are you?" He said excitedly and Steele placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Davey, how is it going?" He asked and Davey's face lit up- aw he had a crush on a certain someone.

"Good, good who is this?" He asked taking my hands.

"This is Storm Callaway."

"As in daughter of Mark Callaway?" He asked stunned and Steele nodded.

"My you are simply gorgeous. Your mother must be flawless." He teased. I looked around hesitantly and Steele cleared his throat.

"I have a few things to take care of Davey, show her what she needs to do." Steele said. He winked at me and left and I turned to face Davey.

"He likes you." Davey smirked.

"What? Steele? He pointed a freakin' gun at my head!" I exclaimed.

"He has a difficult time communicating but he is a funny guy, he has been through a lot. Anyways so my name is David but people call me Davey and welcome to our little business." He said.

"And what business is this?" I asked curiously.

"We are the mafia sweetheart." He said simply. I blinked a couple times.

"The mafia!?" I yelled and he chuckled.

"Honey, gorgeous men in suits walking around with matching magnums and an elite bar? Come on."

"I-I shouldn't be here." I said hyperventilating. Now I know what 'A' and 'R' meant on their guns. Andrew Rivers, the greatest mafia leader ever. He smuggled drugs worth around three million dollars across seas without being detected. He murdered people and made it look like an accident; he was a ruthless man and this was his mafia.

"Oh come on it is not that bad, you are protected, around hot men, you are fed...everything." He smiled.

"I just want to go home." I said sadly wiping my eyes. He came over and wrapped his arms around me and I couldn't help but sob into his shoulder.

"You're not the first girl to come in here, I know how it is. Let's get you cleaned up and changed." He said leading me to one of the back rooms. Scantily clad women ran around with their bones sticking out from their skin.

"Have a shower and let me get your outfit."