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I step back and hit the bag with quick jabs, intent on ignoring her, before I feel her hand wrap around my bicep, and she gasps.

“Steal, your knuckles. Please don’t hurt yourself over that bitch!”

I grit my teeth, and I snap, “Enough, Faith!” and she gasps as I turn to her. “For fucking years, you’ve tried to act sweet and innocent, but I’ve seen through you each time. You wanted her gone.”

She shrugs, not denying it. “And? You were mine first, before she dug her nails into you,” I scoff at the shit she seems to believe as she gets on her knees, a smirk in place, her handsgoing to my jeans, quickly trying to undo them and for a second, only a split second, I think about letting her get away with this, to punish Cass for leaving me, even though I know I deserved it…because she had no idea I had to do what I did. But not only does my cock not fucking twitch but anger like no other takes over as I grab her roughly by her throat, making her gasp.

“Steal…” she chokes in pain, but I ignore her and shove her hard onto the ring floor, causing her to land with a thump.

“Don’t ever fucking think you can touch me like that again, otherwise, I’ll ban your fucking ass from the club. You got it!” I sneer coldly, and she nods with jittery movements, her breathing quickening with fear.

I growl at her, then storm past her, jumping from the ring, before I grab my shit and storm out of the basement.

The brothers all look at me as I hit the common room, but I ignore them and head down to the officer bedrooms.

“Prez?” I hear shouted, but I ignore whoever it is, knowing I’m ready to fall apart. I grab hold of the door handle before Piston’s voice hits my ears as he states, “The cameras were cut in the hallway from here to the kitchen as well in the kitchen. However, several people walked into the mouth of the hallway around the time Cass supposedly killed Brute.”

Fuck….

My body vibrates with anger, knowing that without the evidence of wrongdoing on Brute’s part, the older generation will want Cassidy’s head.

I offer Piston a nod, and without turning around, I walk into my room before slamming the door behind me as I throw myshirt and cut on the chair and breathe hard, putting my hands on my hips as my emotions fucking drown me. What’s worse is knowing Piston taught her very fucking well, meaning not even he will be able to find her.

“Fuck,” I choke as I lean against my door, my head hanging low as tears build.

If Faith hadn’t witnessed it, if she hadn’t seen any of it, I could have spun it somehow, gotten Cass’s side of things.

“Fuck,” I repeat, not able to get any other word out and shove off my door, knowing I need a shower and to clean my cuts, but I pause when my eyes lock on a piece of paper on my bedside table near the picture of me and Cass sitting astride my bike, her in front of me, leaning against my chest with a wide grin on her face.

I swallow hard, walk over to it, and pick it up, only to slump down on my bed as I read the words….

My dearest Colt….

I didn’t want to do this, and even writing this right now makes it hard to breathe, but I can’t be with you anymore.

“Fuck,” I repeat again, full of pain and sorrow.

I know this is the cowardly way out, but I know if I ended things face to face, you’d pull me back in, and I can’t have that, not anymore.

For four years, I’ve given you everything. My virginity, my body, my heart, and my soul, and in return, you’ve made me feel like your whore.

I understand you having to put family first, but the fact that she’s your ex-screw buddy and clings to you would behard for any girl to be okay with, and for years, I tried…until you started putting her first over all the important things.

My graduation, Dad’s death anniversaries, our anniversaries, dates you planned, dates I planned.

I can’t do it anymore, Colt; I feel like I’m slowly losing who I am.

Your club doesn’t want me. You believe everything she says, accusing me of starting arguments, and the one time I stick up for myself, I get banned from the club.

She told me you two were still screwing, that you laugh about me while in bed with her at your house.

Why do you think I refused to stay there?

My body trembles with each word.

I love you, Colt, so much, but at some point, I need to put myself first, and you haven’t since our first date.

I can’t be around a club that takes a girl’s side all because they want her as your old lady. I can’t be around a man who I gave all my love to when he’s never there for me.

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