Page 22 of Steal

She’s gone, she’s fucking gone.

I spent two hours trying to find her. The first time I went to her apartment she wasn’t there, but when I returned after only an hour, the landlord was changing the locks.

He said she’s handed in her keys without notice, and the fucker looked ready to shit his pants when I flipped.

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

“Maybe ask Piston, brother,” Anchor tries to reason with me, and I chuckle darkly as I hit the bag again.

“Piston won’t talk to me; Acid is threatening to leave the brotherhood, and I have the old fucking timers all wanting Cassidy’s head on a stick, and don’t get me started on Perrie….”I growl before I jump and kick, my foot hitting the bag, making the chains clang.

“She’ll come round, brother,” he tries again, and I shake my head and grab the bag, breathing hard.

I feel like my fucking heart is breaking. Not only have I lost the girl, but also her little sister, who I saw as my own.

“How dare you!”a scream echoes in the common room as I head toward the basement stairs but pause, gritting my teeth.

I knew this was going to happen but, fuck, I was not ready for it. Trying to calm the frustration building inside, I turn and lock eyes with Perrie’s light blue eyes, which are so much like her dad's, full of heartbreak, betrayal, and despair, and I fucking hate myself.

Acid quickly rushes over to her and pulls her back against him as Bull stands up and snaps, “That’s enough temper tantrums out of you, young lady!”

I roll my eyes as he tries to stand tall and puff his chest out, but his large gut hanging over his jeans proves he’s nothing more than all talk.

Perrie scoffs, “Temper tantrum, really?” She tilts her head, her brown hair falling to the side, and offers sweetly, “Shall I show you what a real temper tantrum is, Bull? Let’s go get in the ring….”

The old man’s face reddens as the brothers all snicker, knowing she’ll put him on his ass.

The girl can fight, and she is better than all the men in the room, including myself and Acid; her dad ensured that.

Anchor comes up beside me and murmurs, “Now that shit I’d love to see,” and I nod in agreement.

Bull’s the main fucking voice calling for Cassidy’s head, and it’s understandable, considering Brute was his blood brother, but the man has been against Cassidy from day one. Faith’s dad and he were like two peas in a fucking pod before he passed in a car accident, which he stupidly caused by being under the influence.

Bull opens his mouth, but before he can speak, Perrie looks at me and points, “As far as I’m concerned, until my sister returns, you are dead to me!” I flinch. “She gave you everything, and all you’ve done is push her aside and use her as your bed buddy while treating that whore like your old lady!”

I swallow hard as she scoffs at me, shoves Acid out of the way, and storms out of the clubhouse.

Acid looks at me, and since everything went down, he looks at me with concern, but I ignore him and turn, heading to the basement, needing to let my anger out.

“Steal, you’ve been down here for hours; you need a break,” Anchor says.

I hit the bag again before saying, “I need some space….”

And I do because we both know I’ll take my anger out on him.

He watches me for a few minutes before sighing and relenting. “Alright, but you’ve got twenty minutes, then I’m hauling your ass out of here and into the shower. We’ll fucking find her, Colt….”

That said, he turns and leaves me to it, all while Perrie’s words echo in my head.

It can’t be more than five minutes later, and my knuckles are bleeding, and as I go to hit the bag again, I hear footsteps, and my anger takes over as I snap, “You said you’d give me fucking twenty, Anchor.”

“It's not Anchor, Steal baby, it’s me. I came to make sure you are alright,” Faith whispers, and I look over to the entrance and see her sauntering over to me. Gone are the jeans from this morning, and in their place, is a short tight skirt, heels, and a crop top, giving the clubwhores a run for their money.

I turn back to the bag to hide the sneer.

For years she’s been trying her hardest to get me to want her again; she’s been trying to get in between my relationship, and for fucking years, I’ve had to ignore all the jabs she’s thrown at Cass, putting Faith first because she’s fucking family, and despite being with my girl for years, the club refused to accept her. And I’m starting to realize this bitch is the reason why.

She wants the president’s property patch.

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