Steve X Captain Tankmen Novels & Stories

They thrive on this shit. "All loaded, boss. Do you want to go through the checklist?" Tank shouts to me. So let me introduce you to the first member of my team. Tank, aka Zane Micheals, age thirty-two ex-army special forces his nickname is Tank, why? Because he's built like one, the guy is enormous, and he's the muscle of the group and now works for swift security. I double-checked and rechecked the list with Tank as every bit of equipment we have is vital for this type of training, especially when you're fighting the elements up in the mountains.

~ Charles “I dare you to fucking repeat that,” I said, my voice lower and menacing, extruding an eerie coldness that could kill. Steve shrugged. “What? You want me to say Megan isn’t a bitch?” He slapped my wrist playfully. “C’mon, man, Megan is a bitch like all the other women on this earth—” I didn’t let Steve finish before I sent my fist flying to his mouth. The force was so powerful that he fell to the ground. His eyes widened, bewildered. “What the heck, bro?”

Stevan standing up to introduce himself and his member. “My name is Stevan Maverick, PRD-class Herrscher. Then our SLT-class, Alto Corlena. GRD-class, Lucas McJaeger. RTH-class, Mateo Harper. GLT-class, Sylvia Ortis. LST-class, Milly Einsburn. And ENV-class, Helena Raymond.” Said Stevan. One by one Squad 97 member is standing up after their name spoked. “It’s been an honor to share same table with our seniors, then let us to introduce our squad member.” Said Alexa.

Elder 1- the humans are having an incurable sickness because of people like you who fucks other men. Steven was so fast I missed it, the next thing a heart was dropped to the ground, Steven pulled Cody off the table and into his arms. He took deep breath then turned around. Steven- let me introduce myself again. I am beta Steven and this is my MATE Cody. I will not stand for it, I will kill the lot of you before I let anyone disrespect him!

"What's up, man?" "You know exactly what's up," Steve replied, stepping closer. His boots crunched against the loose gravel with each step, the sound sharp in the quiet afternoon air. "You've been avoiding us." Another figure stepped out from behind the maintenance shed, blocking Caleb's only exit route. This one was taller but leaner than Steve, with stringy blond hair that hung in greasy strands around a face marked by old acne scars. His name was Tommy, and he had a reputation for enjoying his work a little too much.

The room filled with the echoes of Kangin's agonized cries, a chilling reminder of the consequences of betraying Steve, a man who showed no mercy to those who dared to cross him. As Kangin huffed and panted, sweat cascading down his forehead, he appeared utterly defeated—a broken mess at Steve's feet. Steve's eyes glinted with sadistic pleasure as he kicked another minion, his voice dripping with malice. "Don't you dare to faint. I want you to be fully conscious when I torture you."

Cole pov I sat at my desk long after the room had emptied out, the image still looping behind my eyes no matter how many times I told it to stop. Kayla, pulling that helmet over her head. Kayla, climbing onto the back of Rhys's bike like it was the easiest thing in the world. Her arms around his waist. I dragged a hand down my face and stared at the blank page in front of me, willing myself to focus on anything else. It didn't work.

“You’re my visitor? Who are you?” “My name’s Lee Munroe, I’m that boy in the cage you saved.” Steve’s face transformed from a frown to a smile as his eyes raked over Lee. “You sure grew up.” “I never said thank you … what you did for me.” Steve waved his hand in front of his face while shaking his head. “No kid, you don’t owe me a thank you. I’m in here because of the shit I did, going to the cops that night … it was the one good thing I did in my life.”

Being able to let go of them alone makes me so grateful; how can I face them again? "Hey, did you do any martial arts training or something?" I looked at Steve closely. "No, why?" Oh, God! He says no, but he can still ask why. "Watch the guy named Marko! You'll understand why it's hard enough to take on the Aster Gang!" I exclaimed, then returned to touch the food that I had previously opened. "I just know that he's pretty rough," Steve said, stirring the avocado juice in front of him. Pretty rough is not the right word. Marco is crazy!

Xavier explained. Steve's eyes immediately looked sharply at Harvey who was in front of him. "What?! Hey, Harvey! Are you kidding me?” Steve pretended to be angry because he wasn't happy with the explanation he had just heard, more so to get rid of Xavier's suspicions of being a member of the rescue team. Now Steve pointed hard at Harvey's chest. “I know you often suspect me, but your accusations this time are completely unreasonable. Confinement?! Geez, how could I do confinement?!”