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Cyber (A Steele Riders MC Book 12), page 1
Cyber
Steele Riders MC
Book Twelve
C.M. Steele
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Chapter One
Cyber
Chapter Two
Andi
Chapter Three
Cyber
Chapter Four
Andi
Chapter Five
Cyber
Chapter Six
Andi
Chapter Seven
Cyber
Chapter Eight
Cyber
Chapter Nine
Andi
Chapter Ten
Cyber
Chapter Eleven
Andi
Chapter Twelve
Cyber
Chapter Thirteen
Cyber
Chapter Fourteen
Andi
Chapter Fifteen
Cyber
Epilogue
Andi
Cyber
We were both nimble with our fingers as we hit the keys; hers were ivory, however. She’s a star at the beginning of a promising career, whereas I’m a man who hides behind a screen, hunting and protecting. We come from two different worlds…
Until she runs into my arms, begging for my protection.
She can have it, and so much more. My security, my heart, and everything I have will be hers. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to make her happy, safe, and mine.
This is the final book in the Steele Riders MC Series.
Coming in 2024… Second Generation & Steele Riders Family
Chapter One
Cyber
“Demi, why the hell do I have to wear this?” I tug on my bowtie, feeling the tightness around my neck. I haven’t worn a tux this fancy, even for any of the guys’ weddings. Bowties weren’t required. A regular tie did the job just fine, and yet here I am, wearing a black-bowed noose while freezing my balls off outside on one of the coldest days in history.
“We’re not going to a bar. It’s the symphony, so stop being a baby. You promised me, and it’s my birthday.” She stands in front of me with no coat and a mini purse clutched under her armpit while she fiddles with my tie outside the vehicle before heading inside Samuelson Symphony Center for a limited performance. “There—perfect.”
“You know, I’m not the kind of guy who is into this stuff. Especially watching kids perform.” Apparently, it’s a special event featuring some of the students from the performing arts college, as well as the professional symphony that plays here regularly.
“Chill out. Many of these students will be joining the company or moving on to other orchestras, so at least they’re all talented.”
“Fine, but if it sucks, my next tattoo is discounted.” I wink and then pout, letting her know I’m teasing.
As much as I like giving her shit, I’m not completely bothered about coming out tonight. I have to pretend to at least not like this shit. It’s what brothers from another mother do. Although we’re not blood related, we’re family and making her happy on her birthday goes with the territory.
“I know, I know. I already promised that, but no one else would go with me. And let’s face it. We are single, and my brothers trust you with me.” I would never put my hands on her, so they know she’s safe with me.
“Yeah, but that’s not a reason to torture me,” I say, dropping my shoulders and sighing again like a petulant child.
Demi rolls her eyes and touches up her hair. “Oh, shut up. You like music. I’m sure you’ll love this. Besides, I hear the pianist, who was a former student and is now famous, is absolutely beautiful.”
“Penis?” I tease, smiling like a fool. I’ve always found the word funny. Maybe I’m still a childish guy, but it’s hilarious.
“Pianist. God, you men.” She huffs. I grab her arm and gently pull her back because even though she’s not my date per se, I’m still to look after her. There could be a dozen creeps in there who would enjoy accidentally bumping into a pretty woman like her.
“Sorry, Demi. Let’s enjoy your birthday with beautiful music played by an attractive penis.”
“You’re an asshole,” she mutters.
“But at least I look like a classy asshole.” I wink at her and then grab the main entrance door. We’re already late so I whip it open, only to come face-to-face with the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. It’s too late to stop the collision, but I quickly catch the beauty in my arms, holding her petite frame against my stronger, larger one briefly.
Time stands still as I stare at this ethereal beauty in my arms, taking in her stunning appearance. Her chocolate hair pinned up off her slender neck has just a few curls draped down; one by her ear grazes her collarbone. I want to brush it aside and kiss that tender spot, wondering if she’ll moan and lean into it or become ticklish. She sighs, and my eyes focus on her soft, pouty lips stained with dark red lipstick. My arousal is instant and uncomfortable in these dress pants.
Demi coughs. The angel’s tight little body quickly extricates itself from mine, leaving me cold and aching painfully.
Her sparkling eye shadow accentuates her bright blue eyes that are open wide in shock from the short connection. I try to memorize every feature before she runs. It’s clear she’s in a hurry, and yet I don’t want her to go. “Forgive me. I didn’t mean to bump into you, Enchantress,” I say, smiling while taking her hand in mine, bringing it to my lips and kissing the back of it.
“The fault’s all mine. I’m sorry I came through the wrong entrance; excuse me,” she stammers, looking at me with a hint of pink on her cheeks and then at Demi, who I completely forgot about. I’m sure I’m not going to hear the end of that. She quickly pulls her hand back from me, but I won’t forget the soft feeling for as long as I live.
I’m about to ask for her name when she dashes off without a word in a gorgeous little black number that hugs her tight, small, curvy body. I love that outfit on her, even though I can’t say I enjoy other men seeing her wearing it. I’m forced to bite back a groan as a small group of people pass by us, blocking my view of her.
“Damn, Cyber. I think I’ve seen it firsthand,” Demi says with a laugh.
“What?” I growl, staring at the now nearly empty lobby in pure annoyance. Growling in frustration because instant lust had shot straight to my groin, and I’d lost sight of where she disappeared. She could have gone through any of the other doors or met up with the man she was attending the show with.
Fucking hell. I crack my knuckles, silently thinking of all the ways I could dispose of the bastard.
“Another Rider falls.” Demi pats my chest.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say without looking at her because it’s a lie and I don’t need Demi on my case until I find this woman again. Even if I can’t spot her in the Center tonight, I possess the software to search her out, and damn right, I’ll be sure to find her one way or another. There’s no doubt in my mind that Demi’s right and I’ve become another Steele Rider statistic. My heart has just been stolen by the little dark-haired beauty that scurried off into the music hall.
“And you didn’t want to come with me. Ha.” Someone is going to be lording this over me for a very long time.
“Well, I came, didn’t I?” I’m so glad I did.
“Let’s take our seats and see if we can spot your future wife.” I roll my eyes while secretly interested in learning more about the woman. Fuck, I hope she wasn’t with some boyfriend or, worse, a husband. It wouldn’t be the first time I killed someone. Although, this one wouldn’t be guilty of anything other than having the woman I deserve. God, I sound sick even to myself. Shit. I’ve gone off the deep end, and I know nothing about this woman.
“Were all the guys this fucking insane?”
“Yep.” I think about all the shit they had me do, and I know they were so fucked up for their women from day one.
We take our seats in the lighted auditorium near the front of the theater. A large grand piano sits center stage while all the other stands and chairs are wrapped in a semi-circle to the rear of the stage. I’m sure I’ll enjoy myself even with all the complaints.
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“Prick,” I mutter, turning my head toward the stage. The guy probably has a little penis and wants a woman like Demi. Jealous guys like that glare at men like me who have beautiful women at their sides.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I don’t want to ruin Demi’s night even though I was being a shithead earlier.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Let’s welcome to the stage a special guest who is with us tonight. Finishing her tour, a former student and now professional pianist, the magnificent Andrea Cole.” My eyes shoot open as the woman I collided with stands on stage to applause. As if she senses me in the crowd, her eyes lock onto mine, and I give her a wink. A brief yet noticeable smile appears on her face before she moves to her piano seat. She takes a calming breath and then tilts her chin slightly as her fingers come down on the keys, striking the notes perfectly.
I listen to her play, letting it become the background music to the filthy thoughts in my head. Every time her neck rolls slightly, I itch to run my tongue along her pulse to lick her rapidly beating vein. Strands of her hair move to the rhythm of the music, and I picture them bouncing while she’s riding my hard cock, squeezing her tight hole around me.
My heart ticks faster and faster as the tempo picks up. Her performance is stunning, and she’s captivated not only me, but the entire audience. I turn to Demi, and she’s just as enthralled by my temptress. Sure, there are others performing, but they don’t matter. They’ve essentially disappeared into the background, a mere shadow to her magnificence.
A strange feeling comes over me, and I’m not comfortable with it. I’ve never been jealous before. Never had a reason for it. Now, I’m even more spellbound by this woman, and I’m not sure I like it. This shouldn’t be happening to me. I’m levelheaded and calm compared to the other guys, yet I’m feeling the urge to unleash the caveman in me. I don’t know anything about her, other than she’s talented, beautiful, has a perfect voice, and is sweet. I might be unhinged.
The sounds of the hammers hitting the strings are like a mating call to me. Even though I know she’s playing to the room, I hear it like it’s only meant for my ears. Her music is being played for me—just for me. The rest of the instruments fade away, and all I hear is the piano’s melody.
We listen to song after song until the lights come on, and before I know it, the performance has come to an end. The audience gives a standing ovation, applauding her and the rest, of course. I’m saddened, but I refuse to let this opportunity go to waste. “Are you going to make your introductions?”
“Of course I am.” My heart is in my throat as I prepare for a proper meeting with my future wife. We stand and move toward the backstage area, which is carefully guarded. We’re almost there when Demi pulls out her phone.
“Son of a bitch,” she hisses.
“What’s up?”
“I have ten missed calls.” I pull out my phone at the same time. Shit. We had them on silent the entire show. There are as many, if not more, from the Riders. It must be important because they knew we weren’t available. I call Boomer quickly. “Glad I got a hold of you. Sorry about killing your night out, but Asher got into an accident.”
“Is it bad?” I question, knowing it must be if they were bombarding our phones.
“They’re rushing him into surgery. We’re on our way there.” I slam my eyes shut, bracing myself for Demi’s breakdown.
“You’re not there now?” I ask, wondering where they weren’t at the hospital already.
“He wasn’t near Steeleville. He was in Dallas.”
“Oh, shit. Okay.”
“We’ll text you the information right now.”
I take a deep breath, running my hand through my hair. “Okay. We’ll be there soon.”
She has just hung up the phone with her brother, Ghost. I see Demi’s stoic face as she fights back the tears.
“Let’s head to the hospital,” I tell her.
“Don’t you want to get her information?” she asks, trying to pretend she’s not upset, but she can’t fool me. We might not be blood, but we’re family and I know she’s fucking breaking inside.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m Cyber, remember? I’ll get that information without asking for it. Let’s get to your brother so we can kick him in the ass for driving like a dumbass.” She nods, wiping away the stray tear she lets fall. Demi is one tough chick, but her brothers mean the world to her and that’s the only thing that can hurt her. After everything that happened with Ghost, if she loses Asher, I don’t know how she’ll handle it.
“Okay.” We walk out of the theater, holding it together. I slide my coat over her shoulders and lead her to the car. I pray that it’s nothing major, but the fact that he’s in surgery; it’s a big deal.
“I’m sure he’ll be good as new soon.” We drive to Dallas Metro, which doesn’t take long since it’s where they took him. I’m not sure why he wasn’t in Steeleville at the time, but that’s not my business, so Metro is the nearest hospital. The weather was a little slick today, so I’m guessing that caused the crash.
“I hope you’re right, Cyber. I can’t lose him.”
“I know, I know.” I pat her hand and give it a gentle squeeze before helping her out of the vehicle.
We’re met outside by several of the guys. Blade pulls Demi in for a hug while Boomer fills us in. “We don’t have any information yet. He’s still in surgery. He was in a serious crash with a drunk asshole. All we know is that he has a broken leg, but the rest is unknown. Doc is in there right now, getting us the information as well as getting us clearance in a special waiting room. I’ve booked rooms for us at the hotel across the street. Crystal’s already there with the kids.”
Demi and I nod. “Where’s Rico?” she asks through her sobs.
“He’s inside, waiting with Grace,” Blade answers.
“Okay. I need to find him.”
“I’ll take you inside.” Blade takes her while I stand outside with Boomer.
I take a seat on the bench outside of the hospital, trying to wrap my head around this night. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
“That we do.” He looks up toward the hotel across the street, where his family is set up for the night. Boomer is, first and foremost, a family man.
“Hey, was this intentional?” I question.
He whips his head back at me with concern in his big eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Who is left back in Steeleville?”
“Cowboy, Boss, Mick, Jackson, but Beast is on his way here now. Do you think someone was trying to get us out of town?” He stands, pacing instantly.
“No, but you never know. What was Asher doing out of Steeleville?” My mind is always on alert that someone is out to get us, but maybe it was just an accident.
“I don’t know; I don’t keep tabs on you guys twenty-four seven. He could have been looking for a hookup for all I know. It’s not my business.” Asher’s not that kind of guy. Although, it’s not like we have many conversations. Boomer stops pacing and stands in front of me. “Before all this shit went down, Demi did let something slip. Who is this chick you met?”
“When did she tell you about her?”
He pulls out his phone and says, “She sent out a text about ten minutes before we got the call about Asher.”
“Oh shit.”
“So, who is she?” Boomer asks with a smirk.
“She’s the pianist that we went to see—Andrea Cole.” I can’t fight my own smile because I want to see her again.
“Interesting. So is she the one? Or is it too soon to tell?”
“She’s the one. No damn doubt about it. Didn’t you know right away?”
“Yes. I was just curious. I’m sure all the women will look forward to meeting her, and the guys will enjoy ribbing you a bit.”
I growl, knowing they’ll intentionally try to make me jealous. It’s a rite of passage. I take a deep breath. “I’m not like everyone else. I’ll control my caveman tendencies.”
