Tankman X Steve Novels & Stories

It’s only a matter of time before I lose my shit. “Because I was obeying your order, sir. Although, he was here not long ago and he’d asked that you reach out to him as soon as you could because he can’t . He says it’s……an unusual situation.” I hang up the call and dial Steve, the accountant’s number with precision, eager to know what’s going on. He picks up on the second ring. “A word, please.” I say and end it before he can speak. Steve and his mother live in the packhouse after being rescued from one of the rogue packs we’d defeated years ago and when we found out that he’d studied accounting, he’d been working for my father and I ever since.

Instead, he walked toward the gate, Luke following him. “If they find out how dangerous my job is,” Steve said quietly, “I doubt they’ll like it any better.” Luke let out a short breath. “Your case is different. You’re the famous Phantom. A skilled soldier and---” “Let’s keep that a secret for now,” Steve cut in, stopping just in front of the gate. His expression turned serious. “Also, I want you to look into Lieutenant Colonel Gordon’s background.” “You mean Katherine’s former fiancé?” Luke asked.

“I’m not some wilting fucking flower. I put you and Steve on your respective asses.” That same voice reminded me I’d almost gone catatonic when McKenna had talked about her experiences in captivity, that I’d almost broken down just making fake women to pretend to sell. I shoved it to the back of my mind. There were women, real women, out there who needed my help. Tom couldn’t do everything I could. He sighed and dropped into his chair. “I know you’re not. But we’re talking about a shootout, not a parking lot brawl. Can you even use a gun?”

The stuff in Xenos' hands fell to the ground. 'I'm sorry.' The man apologized immediately and helped him pick up his belongings. Xenos didn't take it seriously. He turned around and left with his things. The man looked at his back as he walked away and slowly raised his head, revealing Steve's cold face. He raised his eyes and looked at the monitor opposite him. His eyes were full of provocation. Ethan Wharton, the game had truly begun. Looking at the sample in his hand that he had replaced, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Steve's mouth.

" Sorry for interrupting, but are you guys coming out so we can go hunting and build a fire." Steve looks at me then back at Steve. " This honey moon phase is so irritating, Twain we lost another man and I don't think we'll ever have him back." he rumbles pretending to be upset and we all laugh. " Just go ahead we are coming after you, we could take a while." Steve says winking. I cover my mouth in embarrassment and try to get away but he pulls me closer. Totally ignoring his friend Jake. " Twain, have you ever thought about having a therapist?" he asks after Jake has left.

Just raw, unfiltered hunger. She walked straight into the shower—fully clothed. Water soaked her tank instantly, turning white cotton transparent, clinging to her breasts, hardening her nipples into sharp points. Her shorts darkened, plastered to her hips and thighs. Steve didn’t speak. Just reached for her. His hands went to the hem of her tank—peeled it up slowly, reverently at first, watching the fabric drag over her skin, revealing inch after inch. When it cleared her head he tossed it aside—wet slap against the tile. Then his mouth was on her—kissing the hollow of her throat, the slope of her shoulder, down to her breast. He sucked her nipple through the last clinging drops of water—hot

Stephen quickly served them some fresh, steaming coffee, his hands shaking slightly before he took his cue and exited the room, shutting the heavy oak doors behind him. Ethan immediately picked up his cup, taking a loud sip before turning to Marissa with a patronizing grin. "Marissa, remember my friend Xavier and Steve back from our university days? I told you about them before." Marissa shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She lifted her chin, her eyes darting to mine for a brief, fleeting second before she looked away. "I think I do remember Steve... but not Xavier. No wonder he looked familiar when I first met him on the street."

“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.

After leaving the hotel, Steve got into the car his assistant had brought around and headed back to the Xander estate. On the way, he pulled out his phone and made a call. The line connected quickly. “Mr. Kane, how’s your injury?” A low laugh came from the other end. “Appreciate the concern, Mr. Steve. It was just a bullet. I’m not dying from that.” Steve looked out at the most striking tower in the financial district in the distance: Xander Corporation headquarters. His eyes narrowed slightly. “We can start now.” “I thought we were waiting until after the holiday weekend.” Winter’s face flashed through his mind. His voice turned cold. “I’m done waiting.”

Kane regretted every single action he took in the past, as he fell back from the kick, his head hit the floor hardly that he thought his skull had broken open, He couldn't plead for mercy, he found it so hard to look into his eyes, he knew he had been a monster and deserved all the pain even death, Steve raised the chair up, he was tied to it tightly and it seemed the top was getting more fastened attached and his body causing him pain, Blood was gushing out of any part of his body, his mouth was bleeding yet Steve wasn't moved a bit "Where is your wife?" Steve asked squatting as he peered into his eyes with fury, Kane swallowed the lump in his throat pleading with his eyes, it was so hard