Steel’s POV
I will honestly say that my respect for my VP had been restored. In all the years that I’d known him, I’d never seen him apologize for anything. Or to anyone… Hell, the man was borderline rude, that’s how little he apologized, and to the best of my knowledge, he didn’t have a soft side. Even before Prez knew him, he’d been the cocky, self-absorbed bastard that he’d been all the time I knew him. Sure, his heart was in the right place – his pants! – and he had an extremely strong sense of justice. But he never showed any real emotions.
Until now…
When Cracker had calmed down a bit, he turned his attention to me. Now all softness had vanished, and his bad-ass side was showing. I knew what was coming and--- f**k it!
I was going to enjoy it!
“Steel,” he greeted with a respectfu
