Maya Banks - Forged in Steele

The picture was so powerful that it slammed into him, momentarily weakening him. He was flooded by a wave of love, an emotion he hadn’t felt in so very long. With it came memories, the pain of losing people he’d loved more than anything. And he was paralyzed with fear over the idea of ever losing Maren.

Losing his family had brought him low as a child, an event that had taken him years to recover from. But losing Maren or their child would utterly destroy him. There would be no recovering from that kind of loss. It hurt to even think about it.

Was this what the Kellys and even Rio went through every time they left on a mission? The knowledge that their good-bye to their wives might be the last time they saw them and that they might not come back this time? Did they lie awake at night considering all the enemies they’d made over the years and worry that at some point someone would seek revenge and hit KGI where it would hurt the most? Through their wives and children?

He closed his eyes and balled his fingers into tight fists. Fuck it all. If this was what being in love was like, he didn’t want it. How the fuck was he supposed to exist day to day? How was he supposed to breathe when fear made it impossible? He’d never been afraid of anything in his adult life. He performed his job by rote. Mechanically. Just like the machine he was accused of being.

But the idea of losing Maren? Of losing their child? Of leaving one day and never coming home? Or even worse, some asshole taking revenge by taking out his woman and his child?

Fear was so heavy, so thick he could taste it. It pervaded every blood cell, his every thought, seeped deep into his brain until it was all he knew.

Jesus Christ, but this was no way to exist. How the fuck did the rest of them do it? How did they seem so goddamn relaxed all the time? He was a basket case and he’d only been in love for half a damn day.

Okay, so it was a lot longer than half a day, but he’d only made the admission or rather discovery a few hours ago.

He needed to go blow something up. Or pump a few rounds into a target. Beat the shit out of someone while he was at it. Anything to work off this restless, cagey, animalistic sensation that had him by the nuts.

“What’s eating you, boss man?” Cole asked.

Steele whirled around, nearly dropping Maren’s lemonade on the deck. His expression must have been fierce because Cole took a step back, his expression wary.

“Nothing,” Steele muttered. “Just thinking. Can you take this back to Maren? I need to tag Sam right quick.”

“Sure,” Cole said, taking the cup Steele held.

Steele made his way back over to where Sam had rejoined the others on the deck and motioned him aside. Garrett came with Sam, followed closely by Donovan.

“What’s up?” Sam asked. “You look like you swallowed a lemon.”

“Just forgot to mention a very important piece of information and I have a request to make.”

“Name it,” Sam said. Just like that. It was one of the things Steele liked most about who he worked for. Sam had his back, no questions or reservations.

“I want to fly Maren’s parents in on one of the KGI jets and pick them up at Henry County. They’re eager to see her, of course. They’ve been frantic with worry. She spoke to them yesterday and assured them she was okay. And while they’re here we need to see about setting up protection for them so that when they go back home they’ll be safe. I don’t trust Caldwell not to do something stupid.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Sam said. “And of course we can send one of the jets for them. In the meantime I’ll make some calls and get in touch with a local security firm so that when her parents return home, they’ll have round-the-clock surveillance. It would be a good idea for you to discuss frankly with them while they’re here what exactly we’re dealing with so they can be more careful and aware when they go home.”

“Thanks, Sam. This means a lot to Maren. And to me.”

“Even if we weren’t doing it for Maren, we’d do it for you,” Garrett inserted. “You never have to ask. We’ll do whatever we can to help.”

“What about your place?” Donovan asked. “I know you have a pretty tight security net around your house, but if it’s just going to be you and Maren staying there, you might want to consider having some additional manpower.”

“My team is coming out tomorrow and I’m going to have them beef up the perimeter. Planning to add heat sensors and laser detectors that will trigger silent alarms if anyone breaches the cordoned-off area. We’ll set out more cameras and make sure that if a deer so much as farts, I’ll know about it. If I sense anything out of the ordinary, I’ll be on the horn with you.”

Sam nodded his satisfaction. “You know I don’t believe in being too paranoid, so if you even think you need help, don’t hesitate to call it in. I can have a team out there in no time flat. I’m turning Nathan and Joe’s team loose in short order, but they’d be perfect as extra security for you and they can split watches if you’d feel better having extra eyes and ears on the premises.”

“I may just take you up on that,” Steele said. “I want my team to have some time off. They need it. So while they’re taking the downtime, I wouldn’t turn down having the other team check in from time to time. At least until I get my own team back.”

“You got it,” Donovan said. “And Sam and Garrett and I will be more than happy to take a shift as well. Things are quiet now, but we all know that could change on a dime. But if we aren’t taking an assignment, we’re all yours.”

Steele extended his hand, shaking each of the Kelly brothers’ hands in turn. “Maren and I both appreciate this.”

“Anytime. You’re family, Steele, even if your hard ass refuses to acknowledge that. You rode P.J. for not falling back on her family and her team. Just make damn sure you don’t make the same mistake,” Garrett said sternly.

Steele smiled. “Yeah, I hear you. You’ve just been waiting to be able to get in my face about it, haven’t you?”

Sam grinned. “Maybe. I’m definitely not one to let an opportunity to give you shit go by.”

“She’s a terrific woman, Steele. You’re a lucky bastard,” Garrett said. “Not as lucky as I am, but you did good.”

Steele rolled his eyes. “We’re not going to have a pissing match over who got the better woman. Our women are unmatched and that’s a fact.”

“Jesus, but y’all are nauseating me,” Donovan grumbled. “I’m going to walk away now before you start talking about baby booties and knitting and shit.”

Steele laughed. “Maren did say she could totally see me taking up knitting in a rocking chair on my front porch.”

“Pussy,” Garrett muttered.

“You have no room to talk, Mr. I-can’t-say-fuck-around-my-wife-anymore,” Donovan said.

Garrett winced. “Yeah, yeah. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.”

“The rapid manner in which this entire damn organization is becoming domesticated makes me want to move far, far away,” Donovan said.

“Your time is coming. Mark my words,” Sam said, pointing his finger at Donovan. “And when it does? We’re all going to ride you like a mule. You’ll never live it down. I can guaran-damn-tee that much.”

Donovan rolled his eyes and sauntered away, immediately swinging Charlotte into his arms amid screams of “Spin me around, Uncle Van!”

“TIRED?” Steele asked when he returned from the kitchen, where he’d put away the groceries they’d bought on the way back from the Kelly compound. The bags containing the clothing they’d purchased had been dumped onto Steele’s bed and then Maren had promptly flopped onto the couch, head back, all but wilting into the cushions.

“Yeah,” she said, not opening her eyes.

“Too much today?”

She opened her eyes and stared back at him from underneath her lashes. “No, it was fun. I needed it. I’ve been cut off from everyone for so long. In my worst hours, I feared never seeing any of those people again.”

Steele sat on the end of the couch and motioned for her to come to him. He turned sideways and pulled her between his thighs and began rubbing her shoulders, smoothing those big, strong hands over the muscles. She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning further into his embrace.

“What about you?” she asked drowsily. “Today couldn’t have been fun for you. You were front and center and I know you had to hate that.”

He made a sound that seemed a cross between amusement and resignation. “Yeah. I won’t lie and say it was fun. But it wasn’t bad. Love is new to me, Maren. It changes things, you know? I’ve always been content to sit back and let others take the spotlight. I do what has to be done and get the job done and let others deal with the details.”

“Yeah, I know,” Maren said softly.

“But today was . . . different. Good different. I didn’t mind being in the spotlight because you were there with me and I didn’t give a damn who knew it. You’re mine and I was proud to let them know that. You and my baby. I wanted them to look at me and think of what a lucky bastard I am.”

She turned in his arms, staring up at him, at the sincerity in his eyes, and her heart completely melted.

“You know, if I weren’t already pretty darn sure I was in love with you, that would have done it right there.”

He smiled and leaned in to kiss her. “Why don’t you call your folks first thing in the morning and tell them they can come out as soon as they can arrange it. I talked to Sam and he’ll have one of the Kelly jets go get them. I told him I would pick them up at Henry County and they can stay a few days here so you can spend some time with them.”