Page 40 of Steal

Perrie’s the one who stabbed their dicks in revenge. I thought they hurt Perrie in the ring, just not to that extent, until Acidcalled, sobbing, explaining exactly what she went through four years ago, the fucking day Cassidy left, the day I tried to protect my girl by pushing her out.

“It’s not your fault it happened, brother,” Anchor tries to reassure me, but I just shake my head.

A part of me believes it was.

“Cass only left because I dragged her out by her hair and threatened to kill her if she didn’t leave New York. If Cass hadn’t left, then Perrie wouldn’t have fought them,” I remind him as guilt eats away at me.

“You only did that to save Cass, knowing Bull would have killed her without a second thought,” Pitbull growls. “And those fuckers were going to rape her one way or another; they’d already made their minds up, you know this, and so does Perrie, which is why she’s never blamed any of this on you.”

I scoff. “She still hated me, though, didn’t she.” Anchor sighs, and I shake my head. “I’m sorry, I know I sound like I’m having a pity party for one, I just…. She’s like a little sister to me, she’s Acid’s one, and because I was trying to protect her sister from the danger of the club, she didn’t feel like she could come to me, to him.”

“We slayed her demons, brother, that’s what you need to focus on. It wasn’t your fault, it was those fuckers who will be torn apart by sharks,” Anchor says firmly, and I nod.

After finding the fuckers getting high, we knocked them out, wrapped them up in trash bags, before loading them into a van.

I watched with glee as we dropped their pleading asses into the ocean near the docks, where sharks are rumored to swim. But itdoesn’t matter; they would have drowned to death anyway, as they’re wrapped in rope and weighed down by cinderblocks.

“We should have roughed them up first,” I complain because, let’s face it, for what they did to Perrie, I don’t believe they suffered enough.

Both men chuckle, making me smirk just as my phone goes off. I sigh before picking it up and checking it. I frown and then show Pitbull and Anchor the message.

Acid: Meet me at The Fight near Brooklyn at eight tonight. Bring Piston.

“Ah, for fuck’s sake, please don’t tell me the fucker is fighting there….” Pitbull groans as he slumps in his chair, and Anchor laughs while I shake my head and message Piston, who, let’s face it, is not going to be happy being dragged away from his pregnant old lady.

Me: Acid requested us at The Fight tonight at eight. We’ll leave here at seven forty.

I send the message, then look up and ask, “What has Bull been up to today?”

Anchor scoffs, “Mainly keeping his hand up Faith’s skirt at the back of the common room like we wouldn’t notice.”

I shiver in disgust, then gag when Pitbull helpfully states, “You’ve basically fucked Bull, Prez.”

“Thanks for that, jackass,” I growl, and he laughs as I look back at Anchor and comment, “Other than fingering a girl young enough to be his granddaughter, did it look like he was whispering anything to her?”

He furrows his brows before he nods. “Yeah, it did…. Do you think he was in on what happened in the kitchen?”

I nod. “Yeah, I think he was, but again, we need proof. He’s a patched brother, so we can’t jump the gun, though knowing he wants to put a bullet in my girl, not putting one in him is difficult.”

“I don’t get it,” Pitbull states, and I tilt my head at him. He continues, “Why does he want Faith to be your old lady so badly if he’s fucking her regularly?”

I smirk. “In the hopes of getting in my head, to find out the combination of the safe and, most likely, to make out like I’m stealing from the club.”

Pitbull sits back in shock. “He wants the president patch.”

I shrug. “It wouldn’t surprise me; I mean, for years, he tried to convince my dad to make Skinny the next prez despite not having any blood link to my founding grandfather who started the club to begin with.” I grab the folder next to Cassidy’s picture and chuck it toward them. “Turns out he was kicked out of an old MC that got pulled apart by rivals. He wanted to be the leader and attempted a coup, which obviously failed. According to Dad, when I spoke to him this morning, he said Bull and my grandfather were close, and that’s why dad patched him in, but he regretted it instantly, because not even a day after getting his cut, the fucker started bringing up Skinny.”

Pitbull's face reddens as he snaps, “So basically, he handed his old MC over their rivals, then tried to con your grandfather?”

I nod. “That’s what Piston managed to find. I was going to bring it in at the club vote to get the fucker out of the club, and if he doesn’t go willingly, then we’ll fucking bury him. I wouldn’t putit past him to get Faith to try and drug me next, just like that bitch Andrea did to Acid.”

Both men nod, and my eyes go back to Cassidy’s photo. I know I’m doing this all too late in her eyes, but until she appeared again and confirmed Faith had been watchdog while Brute attacked her, I had nothing to go on. Piston and I had no idea which brothers were in on it and which weren’t.

Now that we have a lead, we’re watching Bull like a hawk, watching who he speaks to privately, who wants him to take my patch.

I just wish Cassidy would hear me out….

A few hours later, Piston and I stand, shell-shocked, as Perrie bounces on the balls of her feet as a big mother fucker called Cannonball glares at her.

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