Riding Steele #1 by Opal Carew Read Free Book Online

“Is that the woman Killer’s friend wants us to kidnap?”
    Steele glanced in the direction Shock was looking. Steele and his men were sitting in a pub called Big Rigg that had heavy wooden tables and a rustic atmosphere. A woman walked toward one of the high tables at the bar where a suited man and a couple were sitting. He recognized the newcomer from the pictures of Craig’s sister that Killer had shown him.
    They didn’t do her justice.
    Steele nodded. “That’s the one.”
    She was stunning. Long, glossy, dark brown hair that was drawn back in an elegant French braid, beautiful big eyes, a pert nose and lips that begged to be kissed. And her body. Damn! Every heart-stopping curve was showcased in her short, snug, black dress. His eyes followed the long, slim line of her torso to the arc of her hips, then down the longest legs he’d ever seen. Slim and shapely, ending in glossy black stilettos studded with rhinestones. How she could walk in those heels—which had to be at least six inches high—he didn’t know, but every man in the bar must be thanking his lucky stars at the sight of her glorious swaying ass. He allowed his gaze to make a leisurely climb upward before stopping at her breasts. Round, firm, and snugly cocooned in the tight black dress.
    The hint of cleavage in the deep-V neckline caused his body to tighten. His fingers itched to wrap around those glorious breasts. To feel the softness in his hands. To stroke the nipples with his thumbs.
    Fuck, his cock was swelling painfully in his jeans.
    But this was someone’s sister. Craig, Killer’s friend. And Craig wanted to protect her.
    Steele knew what that felt like. Thoughts of Chrissy shattered his mood. Dead at eighteen. Pain slashed through him. No matter how much Steele had tried to protect his younger sister, had tried to steer her from hanging out with the wrong crowd, headstrong Chrissy had ignored his sage advice and done whatever the hell she’d damned well pleased. And died of a drug overdose.
    Now he’d been offered a chance to help another brother save his sister from a bad situation. He had been fucking tempted to do exactly what Craig had drunkenly suggested when they’d partied together with Killer the night before, but Steele drew the line at kidnapping.
    Raven leaned close to Rip. “What are they talking about? Are we going to kidnap someone?” She grinned. “Is that part of Steele’s birthday celebration?”
    â€œNo,” Rip answered. “When we were drinking with Killer yesterday, he introduced us to a friend who kinda asked us to kidnap his sister. She’s been dating this guy and he’s concerned about her. He left to go out of town today, but he has a bad feeling. He wanted us to keep her safe until he gets back.”
    â€œI think he just wanted to get her out of the picture for a while,” Shock said, “to make the guy think she’s dumped him, hoping he’d move on to another woman.”
    â€œThat’s crazy.” Raven sipped her beer. “The sister would never forgive him and the minute she gets back, she’ll go find the boyfriend and explain.”
    â€œHe’s desperate,” Steele said. “For some reason, he thinks this guy is really bad news. He’s trying to protect his sister, and I get that. But we’re not kidnapping her.”
    Raven eyed the well-groomed man in the expensive suit standing beside Laurie at the bar.
    â€œHe looks like the kind of guy most brothers would want their sisters involved with. He dresses well and probably makes a good living.”
    She grinned at Steele. “I’m actually surprised Killer’s friend would want her in your hands rather than his. Wouldn’t he worry that she’d be in danger of being manhandled by you and the rest of your crew?” She started fanning herself with a big grin on her face. “Whew! Is it getting hot in