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They all nod, and I look back at Bull and snap, “Faith is not my problem. I fucked her eight years ago, that’s it, and to this day, she continues to fuck several other men while trying to get my patch, being the patch chaser that she claimed Cassidy was.”

A vein pops out in Bull’s forehead, and I silently encourage him to escalate this, and he doesn’t disappoint as he stands and shouts, “You donotmention that bitch’s name in this clubhouse again; she killed my brother!”

The older generation looks at the old man like he lost the plot to shout at his president, and I stand taller. Every brother turns toward him, standing by me, making him flinch back.

“I’m only going to say this once,” I say coldly, causing him to pale, “I am the president of this club, and if you don’t like it, then allow Cannon to burn your club tattoo and get the fuck outta my club!” His eyes widen. “Now, as to the Cassidy situation, not only has she been gone for four years and no one, I mean fuckingno oneother than the woman plotting against Cass for four years, saw what had happened. The brotherhood, encouraged by the older generation, who wanted to see Faith as my old lady, despite knowing I had a cut made forCass, took her word for it when she’s known for lying.”

Slowly, I spin around the room to see every brother looking my way before turning back to a shocked bull.

“My father entrusted me with his legacy, not yours. You didn’t even join the club until fifteen years ago. You were never an officer of the club, and yet you stand there and demand I keep the name of the woman I love, who I treated like shit in favor of this club, out of my mouth? Faith and I are never going to fucking happen, and your opinion does not matter within this club, and after this outburst, I think it’s time the club discusses the older generations involvement regarding the club.”

The men all glare at Bull, and I sneer, “Don’t ever fucking tell me what to do again. Faith is not my old lady, she’s not my problem, and let’s face it, she sucks your dick more than she did mine over the years I was fucking her, so why don’tyougo and collect her!”

The brother's mouths all drop in shock while the counsel brothers try and hide their smirks at what I did. I turn and leave, not giving the fucker another minute of my time.

This, right now, makes me real fucking happy that fucker never got an officer patch, meaning he never got a house on club land.

I think it’s time we clean house….

Half an hour later, I lean against the wall opposite the double doors, waiting for Cass to walk out. When she does, all my anger from the showdown at the clubhouse disappears, and all I see is her.

“Give up, Steal,” she says, exasperation in her voice, without even looking my way, and my heart flutters knowing she felt me before seeing me.

I lick my bottom lip and whisper, “Do you really want me to give up, Cass? I haven’t stopped looking for you in four years. Now I’ve found you again, I’m not walking away….” My eyes go overher features as she looks out into the parking lot before I say, “I just want five minutes of your time, that’s all I’m asking for, to get everything out in the open….”

She turns her head my way, her hazel eyes locking with my gray ones, and she says, “Sure, and while you talk about why you treated me like shit for four years, I’ll hold a gun to your head the whole time….”

I grit my teeth at the defiance in her eyes while willing my cock to deflate because the fucker loves her defiance, before she turns and walks back inside the hospital, and I slump back down on the wall.

She’s stubborn, and yeah, I deserve this treatment, but if she thinks I’m giving up just because she’s finally sticking up for herself, then she has another think coming.

With a smirk and a plan forming, I push off the wall and head to my bike. When I climb on, I look at the double doors and lock eyes with Cassidy, and I smirk before kissing my fingers and pointing them her way.

We are not over. We’ll never be over.

14

Cassidy – One Week Later

I smile, looking at Moira as she laughs at the TV. “Promise me you are not fighting tonight, Pez….”

I hear her sigh through the receiver, and as I place the phone between my ear and shoulder, I grab Moira’s bag, put her crayons and coloring book inside, and snap, “Perrie, you got a bruised rib last night! I am telling you now, not as your sister but as a doctor, you are not fighting tonight!”’

“Okay, okay, I promise I won’t fight tonight,” she promises with amusement lacing her voice, and I sigh in relief.

When my little sister cannot handle her emotions, she fights, and I don’t like it, but it’s better than her old alternative. After Dad died, she started cutting, and catching her in the act, I thought I was going to die.

She gets out of her head when she fights, and that’s enough for me right now.

Though, if she’d just speak to Acid….

I hold my phone to my ear and look at Moira, and I swallow hard. I know I have no right to give my sister relationship advice; I mean, I have a daughter with a man who put a gun to my head and has no idea she even exists, but Acid is supposed to be Perrie’s. They were supposed to be a couple by now.

He loves her, and I know she loves him, but he’s had a hard life. You can see it in his eyes, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say harder than what Piston went through, which means he doesn’t think he’s good enough for my little sister, but he is, and I need her to open her eyes.

I clear my throat. “Perrie, have you spoken to Acid yet?”

I hear her growl before she snaps, “Cass, I’m not going to keep having this conversation with you,” knowing exactly where I’m going with this, and I sigh.

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