Page 41 of Steal

“Fucking explain, Acid!” I demand as the fucker runs toward Perrie, and my body tightens, the urge to go kill the fucker high.

She dodges his fist and purposely trips him up, making the crowd laugh and the man’s face turn red, but my fear for her runs deep.

She’s fucking family,myfamily. I can’t watch her get hurt.

When Acid asked us to meet him here, I had no fucking idea it was because his Tinker—a name she decided to use as her fighter name—was the fighter in the fucking ring.

“Turns out our girl here has been fighting since she was fourteen, earning extra money for her dad,” he admits.

“Did he fucking know?” Piston growls, and Acid nods, replying, “I think so.”

“Son of a bitch,” I curse as my eyes go to the ring just in time to see the six-foot fucker, with one side of his face tatted like an idiot, land a punch to her jaw, causing her head to snap sideways, and stumble.

Acid steps forward, and I reach out to grab his arm, knowing she’ll be angry if he gets involved, but he halts as Perrie looks his way.

I squeeze my hands into fists, seeing her lip bleeding before I feel eyes on me, and I look around the room. Men are all screaming and shouting at the ring while the women try to get their attention, but I don’t notice anyone looking my way despite the itch I feel in the back of my neck, so I turn back to the fight and watch as Perrie slams her head back, connecting with the fucker’s nose. He stumbles back as blood pours, and instead of calling off the fight because his nose is broken, the ref lets them continue, and I cannot help the pride and awe I feel for her right now.

“Fucking hell, she’s like a machine,” I say with awe as she corners the fucker, and then rains down punches to his face and body—left, right, continuously, the crowd cheering wildly. Finally, his eyes roll back in his head, and he drops, knocked out, and Perrie steps back, breathing hard.

The ref pulls her into the middle of the ring, and I see the lack of emotion on her face despite her obvious injuries, making me suck in a breath.

Piston rasps, “She can’t handle her emotions, can she?”

I don’t take my eyes off an emotionless Perrie as Acid replies to Piston, “No, she can’t. At first, this was a way to help with herdad, but now, it’s a way to run from her trauma, her dad’s death, Cass leaving, me….”

The announcer shouts ‘Tinker’ as the winner and the crowd chants and cheers as she jumps down from the ring. Viking, a member of the Rebels MC, hands her a thick envelope, which I’m guessing is her winnings, as she passes into the mouth of the hallway. With anger coursing through me, noticing the wince she tries to hide, I grab my phone and get the number Piston kindly gave to me last week when I started my kidnapping plan.

Acid raises a brow at me, but I just shake my head and put the phone to my ear.

She answers within three rings, but I snap before she can say anything, “Cass…don’t hang up. Perrie needs you.”

“How in the hell did you get my number, Steal? You know what? I don’t care. Perrie doesn’t need me; she’s fine, so don’t call me again. I told you to move on.”

The little….

Growling, I snap, “She’s fucking injured, Cassidy!”

The line goes dead, and I tense as I remove the phone from my ear, and growl, “She fucking hung up!” just as someone snaps, “Seriously, Piston, you gave him my number?” seconds later. We all look at Cass in shock. She’s wearing jeans and a flannel, her face red as she looks at Piston.

“What the fuck…” I mutter as I take in my girl.

Fuck, she looks hot, like really fucking hot, but why in the fuck is she here?

Cassidy sighs, placing her hands on her hips, hips that I’d give anything to squeeze while I fuck her hard from behind, and she looks at me and asks, “Remember the three nights a week I said you couldn’t see me?” I nod numbly, my mouth not seeming to work with the shock that she’s actually here, and she holds her arms out and states, “Here’s your answer. I fix up the fighters for extra cash, including Perrie.”

No. Fucking. Way.

My anger vibrates through me. She’s stupid to put herself in danger, but then suddenly, a thought hits me….

I take a step forward and demand, “The past four years you’ve been gone?”

She shrugs. “I was still here doing what they pay me to do, only I stayed hidden from Perrie….” She looks at Acid. “How did you know she’d be here tonight? It’s rare she fights more than twice a week.”

I blink, trying to calm the rage as Acid sighs, “She opened up a little last night, and so did I….”

Cass nods, ignoring the fury she can probably feel from me right now, and confirms, “She needed an outlet….”

Acid nods, and I crack. “Get your fucking coat, you’re leaving with me now!” I demand, not able to keep my calm façade any longer, but the little minx snorts.

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