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Faith gasps, but I ignore her and keep my eyes locked on Piston’s before Acid shoves him away and gets in my face.

“Remember who the fuck I am, Acid!” I growl, not wanting him to get demoted already for disrespecting me.

He nods. “Yeah, I know exactly who you are. You’re my fucking friend who’s just destroyed someone I saw as a sister. You’re a man who got led by his emotions, allowing that bitch,” he points at Faith, who gasps, making me want to roll my eyes because we all know she’s a whore, “to get in your head instead of seeing the situation like atruepresident. You didn’t even get Cassidy’s side of things or demand Piston check the cameras he set up; youbelieved a woman who has wanted you for fucking years over a woman who gave you fucking everything.” My jaw ticks, and he chuckles darkly. “You are going to go to bed, and you’re going to sleep on this, and come morning, when Cass is gone with no trace, you are going to regret your actions, and you’re going to realize that you’ve just lost the best thing that ever happened to you.”

He takes a step back and curls his lip. “You’re my friend; you and your father saved me two years ago, especially after losing John, but right now, I can’t stand the fucking sight of you, and the thought of staying here under your leadership makes me want to hand my fucking cut in.”

My eyes harden at his threat before he walks off, and without a word, I storm out of the clubhouse, into the backyard, before I put a bullet in Faith’s head.

“You did that to keep her safe, didn’t you?” Anchor questions me as I get to the gate back gate, and I look his way.

His eyes show concern as well as pride.

“I didn’t have a lot of time. Faith wanted Cass out of the club, and what better way than telling everyone she killed Brute and having her killed.” I admit, “I don’t know what happened, but I do know she wouldn’t willingly kill someone. She’s a fucking healer.”

He nods. “If it were my girl, I’d do the same.”

I nod, knowing he would, if he hadn’t messed things up.

He and his girl were high school sweethearts, he even married her, and on the night that he became a brother, she found himscrewing a clubwhore after they had an argument. He was drunk and high and didn’t realize what he was doing.

He’s regretted it ever since.

They’re still married, but only because he refuses to give her a divorce, and I’m the only one who knows that he has a kid with her. She doesn’t want their child in club life, and I don’t blame her, to be honest, because Ginger is still here and still tries to get his attention.

“Go fucking find her before she leaves, brother, and quick,” he insists, and I nod before running out of the gate, hoping and praying that she’ll understand.

6

Cassidy – Twenty-Three Years Old

My heart pounds as I squeeze the steering wheel while my body shakes with the violent sobs that wrack my body, the hospital before me a blurry mess through my tears.

“I’ve fucking wanted you for years….”

I flinch at Brute's whisper echoes, and my breathing gets choppy.

That happened; it really did just happen….

I’d just left Colt’s room, no not Colt’s, Steal’s room, determined to finally leave him, to put myself first for once, only to be shoved into the kitchen by Brute, an older brother that has always leered at me every chance he got, while Faith stood in the doorway, grinning.

They planned it, she wanted me out of the way, not realizing I was leaving anyway, and decided to do something so horrific. She’s pure evil.

“All those times you walked around here with your snobby head held high, thinking you’re better than us, getting in between Steal and Faith,” he growls, and I fight against him, making him chuckle as he shoves my front into the counter, knocking the wind out of me, before he boxes me in.

I bring my elbow back, using the techniques Dad and Perrie taught me, but he sees it coming and grabs it before locking my arms down beside me with his arms, and then shoving his other hand down my jeans.

My pulse pounds, fear overtaking me, and I scream,“Get off!”hoping to get someone’s attention, hoping to get some help,but I’m cut off as he covers my mouth, his hand clamping down on me so hard that I know it’ll bruise.

I hear Faith giggle, and my tears fall when he tries to get into my panties, and realization hits— She planned this with him, to get me out of the way…. Oh God.

“Open your fucking legs, slut!” he demands, his rancid breath hitting my senses, making me want to gag. I squeeze my legs together and struggle against him, refusing to allow this to happen to me just because I fell in love with the wrong man. I slam my head back, causing pain to throb as I connect with his chin.

Crap, Perrie never told me how much that hurts….

Brute grunts, then, in retaliation, slams me harder into the counter, my lower stomach aching instantly. My legs weaken at the shock of the impact, and he shoves two fingers inside my dry entrance, and I sob.

“Oh, look at that, little Steal gets a tight pussy every night, huh? No wonder he decided to stick with you instead of Faith,” hegoads as he roughly moves his fingers, causing pain to shoot between my legs before my eyes lock onto the knife near the edge of the counter.

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