Chapter One
Christian
Son of a bitch! Why does this always fucking happen to my ass everytime I need something to go right? I look straight at Chesney as he leans against the fence, not caring two fucks if he just fired me.
A smug smile always marks the bastards face as I worked for him and I hated it. He always thought that he was better than everyone else because he was the boss. It was a lie because he didn't put his back into shit around here on the farm. That's what makes you the boss, not the actual name. Chesney thinks otherwise.
I spit at the dirt next to his shoes and snatch the check out of his hand. My last one from the man. Damn, what am I going to do now? This was my only way of pulling my own weight. Family is family but I don't want to drag them down. They may not care about paying for my things but I do. I have a little dignity don't I? I ain't one of those kids who let's mommy or daddy pay for all their shit. I needed this job to not just help me but help them as well.
As I walk to my truck I kick the dirt that will not be in between my fingernails anymore or covering my faded blue jeans. I let out an exaggerated sigh. I'm so fucking mad that I might just go kick Chesney's ass.
Right before I make it over to my truck I see Jenny skipping over to me, those tight shorts of hers hugging her hips. My cock twitches at the sway of her hips. Jenny is a damn fine sight to lay eyes on. Me and her messed around a few times but it had to stop because she would try to introduce me to her friends. That's when I had to make a run for it. I mean an actual run. Ran out of the damn kitchen when her over giggling friends came in. It was horrifying.
Jenny runs over and wraps her arms around my neck. A smile is plastered on her face. I hold back a groan. This girl does not let up. Even though I've told her multiple times to keep her distance, she won't. She is actually doing the exact opposite of that. My mom taught my brother and I how to treat a woman right, so I made sure to be respectful to Jenny while I worked here. Shit's hard when the woman is pushing your buttons though.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asks playfully. I carefully move her arms.
"I'm out of here. Just been fired Jen." she looks shocked. "I know. Bye Jenny, I'll ceya around." Will I see her around? I highly doubt it, because I never want to come back to this worthless trap ever again.
Ignoring her looks and protests, I walk out to my truck. Now I need to get back to the ranch and figure out what I'm going to do about work. Hell, I work my ass off on the family ranch but I feel if I use my own family's money that I'm stealing it. Ain't doing it because I want to show them that I'm actually pushing, trying for a life. Just like they pushed for me.
My truck begins to groan in protest as I crank up the engine. Oh no, not here. Please just get me home and I can work on you when I get there. After a few more pushes on the gas and cranks of the engine, I get it to start. I shout at the hood of my truck in victory. Something is actually going right today!
I try not to push the gas too hard as I reach a hill but it's kind of hard not to, especially when the truck is already spitting as it is. Can't lose hope when I'm halfway home though. Elliot is going to talk my ear off for not going to his friends shop. My truck did this last week and I didn't think nothing of it, just waved it off, ignoring Elliot's offer. He told me I would regret it, and he kind of jinxed my ass.
Squinting my eyes I spot the family ranch. I sigh in relief. Thank hell I'm almost there because if I wasn't someone would have to come here to revive me from holding my breath for so long. But as soon as I let out that breath, wouldn't you know it, the truck gave out.
It begins to slow down, then comes to a complete stop. I try to crank it back up, but nothing. Every curse word known to man is thrown from my mouth. Bet I could make the damn devil blush.
I throw the door open and climb out, slamming it back shut. The truck shakes by the force and I couldn't give a damn. I'm so mad right now. First I'm fired and now this! I kick the tire, and keep shouting profanity at the truck that quit on me. Piece of crap.
I open the door back up and lean over to take it off park. It looks like I have at least one mile to go. So, I have to push a damn truck on foot… great. Just great.
I push the piece of junk I call a truck into my family's ranch. Sweat is running down my body as I push this hunk of metal towards my home. When I get closer to home, I see my brother Elliot walking over. He has an I told you so look. Bastard can go to hell.
He walks ahead of me and pushes the button open for my garage. I nod his way and push my way inside. When inside I put the truck on park and drop myself on the torn, leather seats. I wipe a hand over my face that's drenched in sweat. I'm going to need a shower later.
"So, you going to finally take my offer?" Elliot asks. "He doesn't mind man. Your truck looks done for." I shake my head.
"I'm about to work on it. I haven't been able to work on it in a few weeks because of work and stuff on the ranch. I'll be able to now." I sigh. Elliot frowns.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"Exactly what it implies. The man fired me because he had too many workers." I shake my head. Shouldn't have hired that many from the beginning.
"Damn man, I'm sorry." Elliot pauses. "What are you going to do?" I shrug.
"Don't know." I say quietly. "I don't want to do anything else but what I was doing. I'm comfortable with that."
"Brother, you can do much more than hauling hay your whole life." Elliot sighs getting up. I watch him go to the small fridge in the corner of the garage and pull out two beers. He brings me one. "You can be more than a simple farmer."
He doesn't understand, though. I open my beer and take a sip, eyes falling on the ground. Why can't anyone understand that all I want is to stay in this life? This will always be my life. I was born into this, and I will forever be this. Doesn't he get that?
"I don't want to be more Elliot." I almost snap. "Money may get tough, but I love this life. I love being a farmer or at least one of the workers." I feel my face turn down in a frown.
Elliot looks at me for what seems like hours. Shit, what's going on in that head of his. He may be stupid at times, smug, and the family whore but I still care for the man's opinion because he is my older brother.
A small smile spreads across his face and he pats me on the back. I raise an eyebrow, but the silence just stays between us. It's not awkward, comfortable, but not awkward. Elliot looks like he's about to say something but stops, then begins again. He shakes his head and looks at me.
"Christian, you don't use us like some of the assholes around here do." he sighs. "Knowing that you might never leave us is great to hear. Just don't do it for us. Do it for you." he says looking at me. I nod.
"I know. This is all I know physically El." he chuckles.
"You and me both Chris. Need help with the truck?" I shake my head but stop.
"I might need a few things from the shop. Willing to take me?" he nods.
"Let's go." he waves us through the door of the garage.
We walk out of the garage of my home and head across the ranch to Elliot's home to get into his truck. His working one. I envy the man right now because he doesn't have to fix his engine and because his vehicle is working. I'm pissed at myself for not taking his offer, but I rather keep pushing than having others help me. What am I going to do about a job though? Beg all these men to do some work on their property?
On our way to the repair shop, we stop by Angela's to get something to eat. I was hungry after today and there was no way after all that I wasn't eating anything. Elliot immediately found a parking spot and we made our way to our usual spot at the bar.
Angela spots and a big grin spreads across her face. She's an older woman, maybe in her mid forties, but looks like she was in her thirties. She has blonde hair with a few grays and a slender face. The woman even has a great body for her age. My cock is even attracted to her when it wants to be. Shit, it's always attracted to this woman. My cocks a whore just like Elliots.
When she walks over to us, she gives us a menu even though we don't need one. We watch her walk away, and I watch that ass of hers sway. Yep, delicious as hell. She moves to her other customers as we take a look at the menu even though we already made up our minds.
As she walks over, we give her our biggest smiles making her blush as usual.
"What would you two like?" she asks. I nod for Elliot to go.
"Burger and coke." he says. She looks at me.
"Same here." I watch her scribble them on her notepad. "How have you been Angie?"
"I've been fine? What about you guys?" she asks, looking between us. Elliot nods at me.
"Chris here just lost his job. Not to mention truck troubles." Elliot says pointing his thumb over at me. I scowl at him. Angie frowns.
"Shit Christian, I'm sorry." I wave her off. "Well, hey, the Steele family are looking for some help on their farm. They lost one of their workers last week." she points out. I glance at Elliot, then back at Angie, gaping.
"We have to go. Make this order to go please Angie." I grab her shoulders. "Do you know how much you probably saved me?" she grins.
"You're welcome?" she laughs. I peck her on the cheek and hop off the stool.
Angie gets our order placed and Elliot and I quickly head over to the repair shop. I head inside to get the items to repair my truck as Elliot sits in the truck and takes a phone call. Most likely one of his flavors of the week. I roll my eyes. Man better calm down or at least hide it like I do, or mama is gonna cut that baby maker of his off.
As I enter the shop the smell of alcohol and grease hits me and I hear laughter. I grin, Larry's ass better calm down before he gets into more trouble with the law, but hey at least I ain't the one sitting in the cell right?
Larry's fatass is sitting over behind the counter watching football. He's with two of the other guys who work here, Garrett and Daron. They take notice of me but go back to looking at the TV, well, except for Larry. Larry gets up and leans over the counter. He looks exhausted letting out a loud yawn.
"How's it going Christian?" he asks.
"Truck finally gave out." he smirks. "I need a few supplies."
"Why don't you just let me do the shit?" I raise my eyebrows.
"Just point them out for me Larry." he grumbles and walks me around the shop lazily. Asshole.
After grabbing everything I needed I practically blew out my bank account. Son of a- I take a deep breath. I sure hope this man hires me or I don't know what I'm going to do.
Yes you do. Go to your parents.
No.
Yes.
Shit.
I walk out of Larry's feeling almost terrified about what could happen. Maybe this is a damn dream and Chesney didn't actually fire me. Maybe he just chewed me out and I got pissed off as usual. Sadly that isn't my luck.
When I get to the truck, I open the door and see that Elliot has our food already. I throw my bags on the floorboard and buckle up. Elliot tells me to eat up because the Steele residents is close by. That makes me not want to eat! My nerves are getting to me. It's like the first time when I was being interviewed by Chesney.
Shit, no it's not. I was a complete smartass to him. That's why I was hired. That man was a jerk so I was one back. He didn't deserve respect. I hope this man or woman is respectful.
As we pull up I sigh. This ranch is large. If I work here it's going to be tough on me. No wonder that they have to hire multiple workers. Speaking of multiple workers…
When Elliot and I jump out of the truck him and I see two men laughing amongst themselves as they are running a hose over the barn. I look over at El and shrug, walking over to them. Maybe they know where to go, unless one of them is the notorious Steele.
When I walk over to the blonde buzz cut, I guess I shouldn't have walked up behind him. He tries flipping me by grabbing my wrist, but I twist him down by his shoulders. I frown. So do him and his friend.
"What the fuck man!" he growls. I sigh.
"I'm sorry, I promise that I didn't know that it would scare your ass that much when I would tap you on the shoulder." I grab his hand and pull him up. "Do you know where Steele is? I want to ask about the job." the guy behind him chuckles.
"Come on." he smiles waving him on. "Names Jason. Yours?" he looks at me and Elliot.
"This is my brother Elliot and you can call me Christian. How many people work here?" he looks deep in thought.
"Depends on the day. Three guys each day maybe, sometimes two? If you come along that would be great as well." he says. "Oh, and don't worry about Luke back there. PTSD isn't his strong suit. Just got out of the army not to long ago. Your ass is strong." he looks at me, his eyes narrow.
"Kinda have to be to do this shit." I shrug. Also didn't want his large ass taking me down so it was kind of instinct.
We walk into the house and Jason walks toward the sound of someone yelling. Am I really going to talk to this man while he's just getting done yelling at someone? Uh no, how about we make a left turn while we still can. Before I can even take a step back though a man comes into view.
He reminds me of dad. His thick hair and broad shoulders with thick muscles from the work he does on the farm. Yeah, this man isn't a Chesney. He's someone I can respect. Someone who deserves respect. If I disrespect him, it better be for a good reason.
He walks over to me, looking me up and down. I keep all the emotions wiped off my face. I've always known better than to show them. Keep them away from unknown people. I hold my hand out to Steele waiting for him to take hold. He gives me a tight and firm handshake. I noticed that the corner of his mouth twitches up.
"It's nice to meet you Mr. Steele." I say. He smirks.
"Not scared of dirt are you?" I shake my head. "You willing to work til the sun finally reaches its breaking point?" I nod. "Have a truck?" I freeze. Before I can answer a hand slaps me on the shoulder.
"He sure as hell does. Two for that matter." Elliot winks at me. I let out a breath. Looking up, I see Steele smiling at me.
"I'm your man." he nods. I stop myself from gaping. "When do you need me to start?"
I watch his arms cross and he looks out the window. He looks deep in thought and shoots me a look, then one to Jason.
"Jason, you and Luke take a break while newbie takes the jobs. Understood?" Jason grins and nods. I watch him walk out back. "Okay, your jobs is to go fix the fence, heard the cows, and feed the rest of the animals so they'll shut the hell up. Got it all?" I purse my lips and nod.
Walking out of the room with Elliot in tow. I already feel exhausted. It's not because of the work I'm about to endure but because of that man himself. His demeanor. I can do this though.
