Jordan Steele Novel Novels & Stories

My eyes sting as I squint at the screen. Jude’s name floods the notifications. Hey, are you up? How are you? Are you still mad at me? Please text me when you get up. A dozen little bubbles of worry. And then—Jordan: Text Jude back. He’s whiny. Despite myself, a laugh slips past my lips. Jude Creed, brought to his knees by another man telling him off. He’s finally found himself a brother in Jordan. I swipe, scrolling lazily—until my breath stutters.

“I’ll leave you two to it. I’ve got a call to take.” Jordan didn’t respond. I didn’t either. Billy walked toward the door, pausing just long enough to glance back. “Nice meeting you, Jagger.” “Likewise,” I said. The door closed behind him. The room went quiet immediately after. Jordan exhaled, leaning back in his chair as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, his eyes closing briefly like he had been holding that tension in the entire time. I didn’t speak right away. I watched him.

Jordan replied, methodically undoing the buttons of his coat and rolling up his shirt sleeves. A piece of iron was heating up to a red glow nearby. Realizing what he was about to do, Neve's face drained of color. "Wait... don't do anything crazy! I've got money, loads of it. Let me go, and I can make you rich beyond your wildest dreams!" She rambled on, listing off all the enticing offers she could think of. Jordan was unfazed, his grip steady on the tweezers as he lifted a sliver of metal. "Let's start with this," he said coolly.