Page 13 of Steal

She’s in her own little world, but I narrow my eyes when some guy whistles at her, and even though she ignores him, I still want to fucking kill him.

Does she always get this kind of attention?

Fuck, does she like it?

Cass continues walking down the steps, not looking up, making me sigh. Normally we can sense each other….

“Hey, Cass?” some girl shouts, waving, and Cass looks their way, giving them a wave back, then finally her eyes land on me. She halts in her steps as our eyes lock and I see her swallow from here before she looks left then right, and I frown.

Is she really looking for a way to run from me?

What the fuck?

“Trouble!” I snap loudly, fucking angry that this is the reaction I’m getting from her, causing her eyes to come my way again, and I tilt my head, raising a brow.

She runs, and I’ll fucking chase her and throw her over my shoulder, and she knows this.

I watch her sigh in defeat before she walks my way, and my stomach sinks. Fuck, she’s through with me; I can see it but don’t understand why. I’m doing everything I can between her and the club.

I tell Faith where to go, then the old generation will deem me unfit to take over the club; Faith’s dad was one of them for fuck’s sake, and Cass knows this.

I can’t let my dad down….

I spread my legs when she’s close, but when she stops a few inches away from me instead of between my legs, my patience runs out, and I grip the loops in her jeans and force her forward, making her gasp as she stumbles into me before our eyes connect.

Concern hits me at the bags beneath her eyes, and I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her close. Even though she doesn’t want to, her body betrays her and relaxes into me, making everything right in my world.

“Two months of silent treatment after you just up and disappeared at your dad's wake is not acceptable, Trouble,” I say lowly, trying to keep my anger at bay, knowing she’s probably struggling without her dad. She doesn’t say anything, and I narrow my eyes at her and snap, “Seriously, Cass, this shit needs to stop. It’s like you haven’t even missed me while I’ve felt like I’ve been dying without you. You are all I can think about!”

She raises a brow, and defiance shines back at me and my cock hardens until she says, “I’m all you can think about? Funny, because it wasn’t me you were thinking about when you spent our anniversary with your old fuck buddy.” And my cock deflates.

I wince. Okay, I’ll give her that. Faith had seen her so-called abuser, and I had to pick her up, the brothers demanding it. She was shaking like a fucking leaf, and I ended up spending the night with her in front of the computer trying to find any CCTV of the guy, but there wasn’t any.

John had called after Faith passed out on my bed, giving me an earful after spending the evening with his daughter, who was upset.

I’d forgotten about our plans, yet again, and felt like shit.

That was the day before John died, when I promised to pick Cass up the next day, but went to Faith instead.

“Cass—” I start, but she cuts me off.

I tense as she snaps, “I’m on your mind all the time, and yet you went to her when you should have picked me up and taken me to the gym where my sister was giving our father CPR, but hey, at least you stayed by my side at my father’s wake because I’m all you’re concerned about right?” My jaw ticks at her sarcasm. She chuckles darkly and finishes, “Oh no, wait, youdidn’tstay by my side, instead you allowed her to hang off your arm in front of me, smirking at me the whole time, while I was mourning the loss of my father.”

My mouth parts in shock. Yes, Faith was standing near me, but I didn’t realize she was hanging off my arm.

Surely, I’m not that fucking stupid….

“How are you doing, Steal baby?” Faith asks with a whisper as she grabs my arm, squeezing it tight.

I give her a small smile and reply, “I’m alright. Thanks for setting everything up.”

She grins, leaning on me as she wraps her hands around my arm and says, “Anything for family…” before she leans her head on me and gives me a hug.

I blink when Cass tries to get out of my hold, but I tighten my arms around her, feeling like fucking shit because, yeah, Iamthat fucking stupid. I didn’t see what Faith was doing. Fuck.

Faith stayed next to me the whole time I stood at the bar while I was giving Cass some space that I knew she’d need. I didn’t fucking realize it looked that bad.

“I love you, Cassidy,” I state firmly, but she doesn’t look up at me. I can feel the tension build, the panicked fear that overwhelms me at the thought of losing this girl. Keeping onearm around her, I cup her face, getting her to look at me. Tears shine in her beautiful hazel eyes, and I fucking hate it.

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