Page 32 of Steal

The fucker was never trusted and was only patched in the club because of his uncles, which is why I gave him the decoy information and not the real ones.

The hospital doors open, and my body relaxes, seeing Cassidy walk out in her own little world. She’s still in her scrubs and white coat, her hair up in a messy bun.

She’s fucking beautiful, and the fact she has some more curves that I want to grab hold of makes my dick twitch.

“Dr. Brody,” I say loudly to get her attention, loving how it sounds on my lips.

Cassidy’s head shoots up in surprise, and I smile at her as she stops in shock.

“You know my car’s quite old and can’t take much weight,” she says as she tries to get her bearings, and continues to walk my way.

I grin from where I’m leaning against the hood of her car, and accuse playfully, “You saying I’m fat, Trouble?”

She flinches at the old nickname, and I lock my jaw, hating her reaction; she consumes me.

I sigh. “I just want to talk, Cassy.”

She opens her car door and grabs her bag before shutting and locking the door, then faces me and asks, “If it’s about Natalie, I’m not sure when she’ll wake up. Technically, she has no reason to be in a coma; all her tests are showing normal cerebral function.”

“I already know about Nat, Cass, and you know that. All I want is to talk, Trouble, please…” I beg, but she shakes her head andstates, “The time for talking was four years ago before you held a gun to my head.”

I flinch and snap, “I had no choice, Cass, otherwise Bull would have shot you!”

She looks at me with sad eyes. “You did have a choice, Steal,” she says, and I flinch again as she continues, “You could have seen the situation for what it was, but instead, you jumped the gun, quite literally.”

I push off her hood and crowd her, forcing her back into the car door. Her eyes widen, and I growl, “I saw exactly what the situation was, Cassidy. For four fucking years, I was with you, and for four fucking years, I have been without you but trying my hardest to fucking find you!” I heave a sigh. “I know you inside and fucking out. I know you wouldn’t have killed him unless you didn’t see any other fucking way, but I did what I had to do until I could find proof, so I didn’t have a shootout inside my clubhouse, proof we still can’t find.”

She scoffs and tries pushing me back, but I don’t budge, and she finally snaps, “So what, you want me to tell you how he tried to rape me like he did with Heaven? That your precious fuck buddy stood back and kept watch like a good little guard dog, all while I was trapped with my chest against the counter where he shoved me?”

My heart pounds at her words, and I admit, “That’s exactly what I want you to tell me, so Piston knows exactly what to look for on the other cameras.”

She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Steal. I’ve moved on with my life, and I’m finally happy despite the pain you put me through. Just move on….”

Anger like no other fills me, and I can’t control my actions as I snap, “There is no moving on, becauseyou are mine; you have been for eight years!” I slam my lips down on hers, making her gasp in shock, giving me the opportunity to shove my tongue down her throat. Everything settles deep inside me.

The feeling of home takes over, and not just for me; Cassidy melts against me and kisses me back. I’m not taking the reaction for granted as I wrap my arms around her and deepen the kiss, her taste exploding on my tastebuds after being deprived for four years. All too soon, it ends when my phone rings, and she pulls back, her eyes wide.

My eyes race between hers as our breaths mingle, and I rasp, “If that fucker touches you again, then what you did to Brute will be child’s play. I love you, Cassy, I always have; I was just trying to protect you when you refused to accept my cut.” I place another hard kiss against her plump lips as I breathe in her raspberry scent. “You’ll be seeing more of me, Trouble, because I’m not losing you, and if it means handing in my patch—my father’s legacy—then I fucking will.”

That said, I push away and head to my bike. I start my bike and rev it just as I feel something hard hit my back. I grin, knowing it is probably her lunch.

I fucking love her feistiness.

Lifting my hand to her, I spin away from her car, and out of the parking lot.

I get halfway down the road from the hospital before I pull over, open my phone, and narrow my eyes, seeing a missed call from Faith and a text message.

Faith: Steal, baby, my car broke down again xx

Broke down, my ass.

Shaking my head, I press call on Anchor's name. It rings a few times before he answers.

“Prez?” he answers, and I sigh heavily.

“She’s basically admitted to Brute trying to rape her. I don’t know the full story, but Faith stood guard,” I admit, and he growls loudly.

“I’ll get Piston to work on the cameras, but it won’t be his main focus; Nat will be, not that we can blame him, to be fair,” Anchor replies, and I nod, even though he can’t see me.

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