Novel & Cerita Jordan Steele Novel

A table was set for two with white linen and crystal glasses. And there was Jordan. He had abandoned the suit. He wore dark jeans and a black t-shirt that clung to his biceps. He was standing by a grill, flipping steaks with focused precision. He looked less like a billionaire tyrant and more like... a man. A dangerous, incredibly attractive man. He looked up as I stepped onto the terrace. His eyes swept over the white dress, and I saw his nostrils flare. He inhaled sharply, as if he were drinking me in.

“It’s because of him. It’s always been because of him. Everything he had, everything he was… I wanted it. I needed it. And I was willing to do anything to get it.” Liam stepped forward, his voice cold. “What are you talking about? We never did anything to you. We were friends. We trusted you.” Jordan laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. “Friends? You think we were friends? You never saw me as anything more than a side character in your perfect life, Liam. You had the money, the power, the family… you had everything I ever wanted. And I was just the poor kid from the wrong side of town, the one who was lucky to be allowed to hang around with you. But what you didn’t know… what no one knew… was tha

But the moment my eyes fell on that envelope again, sitting exactly where I had left it, I knew I couldn’t ignore it. My fingers hovered over it for a long second before I finally gave in and slid the first DVD out. The one with his name written across it, Jordan 2 It was different from the one I had previously watched. The screen flickered to life. At first, there was just static. Then light. A dark, concrete room came into focus. And in the middle of it, him again, stripped naked with only boxer briefs. Jordan was chained to the wall, blood dripping down his chest, his body trembling with exhaustion. His face was barely recognizable beneath the bruises, but those eyes those fierce, golden

Something about a delivery. The hallway again. The same narrow stretch of floor where I’d stood in the dark and heard the phone call that started everything falling apart. But this time the door was open, and the light was on, and Jordan was sitting on the edge of a crate with a glass of water in his hands, staring at the floor like it had asked him a question he couldn’t answer. He looked up when I appeared in the doorway. His face went through several things in quick succession: surprise, something close to pain, and then a careful stillness, like he was deciding how to hold himself.

Marion’s POV Jordan’s living room is too big, too bright. Sunlight pours through the glass walls, gilding the cream sofas and polished oak floors, but none of it warms me. I pace, barefoot, arms wrapped around myself, the morning light burning against my skull. Every word he threw at us is still circling my head, sharp as glass. Ivy, a fucking black widow. Nicholas, dead like Jaime. Elenore, her would-be partner… always lurking in the shadows.

“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.

Jordan began to lose so much strength as he felt so weak and knew that it was just a matter of time before Sonia would be done with him. While he was about to give up, he saw a very small knife and capped it without Sonia noticing and so, when Sonia tried to grab a chunk of his hair, he pierced the knife into her stomach and she began to stagger and bleed. Jordan could not believe it, he finally had an edge over her and so didn't waste time, he pinned her down and used the knife to slit her throat. Everyone in the pack erupted into a loud shout as their enemy had just been smittened. Jordan raised the small knife up and showed it to all of them as his sign of victory over their worst enemy.