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Perrie tried to give him CPR when she realized he was having a heart attack, and she brought him back, but the paramedics lost him on the way to the hospital. I walked into my father’s gym feeling angry and hurt because, yet again, my boyfriend chose her over me, only to find my sister trying to bring our father back.

I look up at the large chimney in the center of the building and see smoke, and my tears fall again….This can't be real.

After a few minutes, I feel arms slowly go around me from behind before Colt's forest scent fills my senses, but I don’t relax into him like I normally would.

“I’m so sorry, Trouble,” he croaks in my ear, but I shake my head.

He’d let me down again.

“I needed you,” I rasp, and he holds me tighter, kissing the side of my neck and sending goosebumps along my skin like always, but what he doesn’t do is grant me an apology for being with her instead when it was his idea to pick me up in the first place, and he offers no explanation, as always.

I miss the man I first met, who looked at me like I was his world…

“Fuck, Trouble,” Colt chokes as he holds still, his hands squeezing mine beside my head, and silent tears streak my face.

“O-Okay, that h-hurt a lot more t-than they claim.” I stutter, and he laughs a little, putting his forehead against mine.

“You should have fucking told me you were a virgin, Cass; I would have prepared you first,” he says as we make eye contact, and gently kisses away my tears.

I give him a slight smile and admit, “Thought I’d surprise you….”

He chokes out a laugh again before kissing me, then moves his hips slowly, testing to see if I’m ready….

We haven’t had sex in about a month, but I guess that is what happens when he continues to choose his old fuck buddy overme. He says it’s because she’s family, because the club demands she comes first, but I call bullshit.

I’m second best to him; I always have been. Ever since I gave him my virginity, it’s like the thrill of the chase is gone.

“Come on, Trouble. Let’s get to the clubhouse, yeah?” he whispers, and I nod but don’t move, causing him to hold me tighter and slowly guide me to his bike. There, Anchor waits for us, sitting astride his bike and looking at me with concern.

Everyone’s expecting me to break, but don’t they see I can’t; my sister needs me.

I watch silently as Faith leans her head on Colt’s arm smiling, and the jackass doesn’t even push her away and, instantly, I hate how it makes me feel; I hate the person I’m becoming because of how he treats me in favor of her.

We’ve been at the clubhouse for an hour, and apparently, Faith set the food and everything up to “help me out” despite the fact it wasn't my plan to even do a wake for Dad, and now she’s all over the man, who can’t seem to understand what she’s doing because he’s screwed her for years and has blind loyalty to his club, wanting to keep them happy.

I look down at my hands as tears fall yet again.

What am I doing here?

Swallowing hard, I look around the room to see everyone mingling, no one looking my way. Perrie left half an hour ago, wanting space, and you know what? That’s not a bad idea.

Standing quietly, I look toward the bar one more time only to lock eyes with Faith who smirks as she grips Colt tighter, her bleach blonde hair falling over his arm as she tilts head back,but I ignore her and turn, walking toward the stairs where Colt’s room is to grab my bag.

I need to go home; I need space from this life, from him, to think whether I want to carry on a relationship with someone who hasn’t got time for one. Besides, it’s not like he’ll notice me missing; he has her attention now….

3

Steal – A Few Months Later

“Colt, I didn’t mean it, I swear,” Cass squeals, and I grin as I chase her around my room, not giving a shit that we’re both still wet from our shared shower, where I ate her out.

I had to barricade the door leading into Anchor’s room just to ensure he didn’t accidentally see my girl naked, something I would gouge his out for if he did, and I know I need to remove the chair and unlock it, but my girl needs punishing first for her sassy mouth.

She jumps on the unmade bed, trying to escape me, and I pounce. I tackle her on the bed, making her squeal and giggle as her towel falls partly open, and I groan, taking her peaked nipple into my mouth.

She gasps as I nip it, then suck it, stopping her attempted escape, causing her to grip my hair instead, and my cock to stand to attention.

“I’m small, am I, Trouble?” I question as I lick up her neck, causing her to moan, then giggle again, replying, “In my defense, it did look small when you climbed out the shower….”

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