Steve X Captain Tankmen Novels & Stories

"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.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

My eyes trail along his body, taking in his looks; his tattoos are amazing as well. "Hey lads, sorry, got a little delayed, and I am never usually late. This is Lisa." The guy in front of me smiles. "Hi Lisa, I am Steve." He looks up, smiling at Sean. "I see you found a new sub." My eyes flickered to Sean's, his head shaking. "Not a sub, not this one, although she might be in time." I have no idea what they are talking about, but something about Steve makes me smile. Sitting down, Sean introduces me to the other guys.

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."

“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.”

“I have to return to the pack house, Charlotte. I am glad I was able to help.” This is it, Charlotte. The moment where I let it all out and bare my whole heart to him. “Xavier…l….” I paused. I suddenly just could not find the right words to say to him. I parted my lips again but just before I could get any words out of it, Steve drove right towards me. He got out of the car with Lexi and his men who had been chained. Steve's eyes were fixed on me. He only did that when he needed me to instruct him on what to do next.

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!

Steve said, supporting her, while Megan just stared at him, not knowing what to say. “I need some water.” Steve said as he got up and went to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen. He settled back in the chair, dropping the bottle of water and cup on the stool beside his chair. He poured the water into the cup and began to gulp it down. Just as he was still gulping his water down, Veronica suddenly asked another question. “But does your Alpha have a son though? Any kids that you guys are friends with?” She asked.

Steve was strung up with thick silver chains around his neck directly over a large cauldron filled with boiling liquid silver. His shirt had been stripped off, but when I looked, there was no mark on his body. "Steve," I muttered softly and he slowly raised his head. "Viktor-" he sounded surprised to see me and he looked around. "Viktor, you have to leave, they are going to make you to-" "I don't care. I'm getting you out of here," I interrupted him and moved closer to him. "No, no, not so fast," I heard Papa's voice and I look sideways to see him come in through a door that was behind Steve with four Vampires accompanying him.