Page 2 of Steal

She's an easy lay,I keep muttering over and over in my head before I state, "No can do," and open her door and walk out, closing the door behind me, hearing Faith's curses.

I roll my eyes again and step forward when the door opposite Faith's opens as I put my cut on, making me look up. I instantly freeze at the vision walking out and, fuck me, a vision she is….

I swallow my tongue at the beauty that hasn't even noticed me.

Her deep red hair is up in a messy knot on top of her head, while her body, a fucking body made for sin, is covered by flared jeans and a checkered shirt.

She's fucking gorgeous, and I haven't even seen her face.

Licking my bottom lip, I stay still, waiting for her to turn, and when she does….

Deep hazel eyes connect with mine, and everything in me freezes. My blood boils, my fingers itching to grab hold of her.

Instantly, I want to claim her, something I swore would never happen, but I know she's mine, my body pulling me hard to connect it with hers….

She furrows her brows, her eyes going to the door I've just come out of before she rolls those beautiful eyes of hers, then shocks the shit outta me when she hikes her backpack over her shoulder and walks away, all while my eyes follow her.

She didn't even look twice at me….Damn.

I smirk despite the overwhelming feeling that runs through me when she disappears around the corner. Something builds inside me, and without a second thought, I walk over to her door, wiggle the handle, and it opens, making me grin.

She forgot to lock it.

Licking my bottom lip, I enter the room, needing to know more about the vision, and see a single bed along the side wall. Theroom is quite plain except for the dark purple throw over the bed.

I look around the neat room before my eyes land on a vanity, and walk over to it, before scanning the several photos she has. My mouth parts at a photo of her wearing a cap and gown, most likely from her high school graduation with, fuck me, Perrie Halliwell from the Huntsmen Grub, a young girl wanting to earn her own money, a girl my father hired in the kitchen as a dish washer. Then I see another photo with her a little younger, grinning up at a man I recognize, John Halliwell, the owner of Halliwell's Gym.

I stand up straight and look around the room again.

I knew John had another daughter. He and my dad are buddies and went to school together, and some brothers attend his gym daily, myself included. However, I have never met his eldest, who, according to John, lives and breathes her studies unlike Perrie who could kick most the brothers’ asses despite her age.

My pulse races as my eyes go to the photo of her again, and I know instantly that I need her. A plan starts to form in the back of my mind as the smell of raspberry fills my senses.

I've never wanted to chase a woman before in my life, but she's different; she's a woman I'm going to make mine, my old lady, my wife….

Fuck.

Cassidy – Twenty Years Old

"Shit, shit, shit," I mumble as I grab my hair tie and put my hair up in a messy bun, looking around my room.

I'm running late. I overslept, and my alarm didn't even go off, or I forgot to set it, which wouldn't surprise me with how tired I'm feeling. I'm two years into my four-year undergraduate degree, hoping to get into medical school.

I'm currently a year ahead of where I should technically be for my age, but I'm exhausted between school, working part-time at the grocery store, and working at The Fight, an illegal fight club owned by the Rebels MC, fixing up their fighters.

I've been working my butt off, hoping to make my parents and my little sister proud, well, not my parents, more my dad. My mom's a money-hungry bitch, she always has been, and even though I rarely stay at home, I know she's been putting Andrea, Perrie's so-called best friend, before her own daughter.

The woman is selfish, and Dad needs to open his eyes and realize his girls don't need to see their parents together anymore.

He deserves all-consuming love, not one full of dread of going home.

"Please, please, please," I hear from underneath my door, snapping me out of my head. I roll my eyes, knowing it's most likely that Faith girl yet again.

I swear the girl is selling her body or something, which is fine, you know each to their own all that, but not in school.

The number of men she has coming over…and each timeshecomes, she squeals.

God knows how she gets away with that kind of shit, then again, I heard she had a full-blown affair with her professor, and yet here she is, still in school.

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