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“Sorry, ex-lover, no can do; some of us have to pay bills, and being in my last year of residency doesn’t pay me as well,” she says with a sneer, then looks at Acid again. “Perrie’s wounds are superficial. I was watching her fight like a hawk. She’ll be on her way back to the gym….”

Acid nods before she sends me a death glare, then turns on the heels of her cowgirl boots and heads to the hallway where Perrie disappeared, and I growl, instantly following her.

She can’t fucking do this; I didn’t lose her to protect her only for her to put herself in danger, I mean fuck, look what happened to Perrie, and she’s a trained fighter, for fuck’s sake. Cass only knows the basics.

Viking gives me a grin when I storm past him, seeing who I’m following. I glare his way, but his grin just gets wider.

Fucker knew she was my girl and yet kept the fact she was working here from me. I could have found heryearssooner!

I follow Cass into what looks like a medical room, and before the door can shut behind her, I slam it back open, making her jump and spin around in shock.

We lock eyes as I slam the door shut behind me.

“I didn’t fucking lose you to save you just for you to put your life at risk!”I shout, losing my temper, and her eyes widen in shock.

My breathing picks up, and before I know what I’m doing, I spin on my heels and ram my fist into the metal door, causing pain to shoot up my arm, but it doesn’t calm my fury.

She didn’t fucking come to me for help….

“Dammit,” Cass hisses before I feel her touch, her hands wrapping around my fist as she inspects the damage, but the pain numbs with her touch.

My eyes take her in, the loss I’ve felt for four years and the split-second decision I made to protect her vanishing.

“Fuck,” I rasp, causing her to look at me, and without thinking, I slam my lips down on hers, making her gasp, and not even three seconds later, she melts against me.

Acting on instant, my hands find her ass and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist, and my feet move on their own accord as my tongue snakes into her mouth, tangling with hers.

Cassidy moans and my dick hardens behind my zipper, wanting his tight heat after so long without her. I place her on the small bed and stand between her legs as I cup her jaw and tilt her head to deepen the kiss. I rub my cock between her legs, finally feeling at home….

16

Cassidy – Six Weeks Later

I smile as I watch my little sister laugh as she bounces on her toes as Acid kicks the crap out of Piston in the ring at The Fight, a fight she was supposed to be in. Of course, it was a nice little setup between Acid, Piston, Viking, and me to distract her.

Acid called two days ago and told me his plan to surprise Perrie, so I called Viking, and we set shit up without a second thought.

The past six weeks haven’t been easy, to say the least. Perrie went missing for a few hours, Acid and Piston's crazy ass father and Perrie’s ex-fuck buddy, Coby, taking her. Both are now dead. Then Acid left for a facility in Mexico because he knew he needed to get help when he realized he couldn’t live with watching my sister move on without him.

Turns out his father pimped him out since he was eleven years old until he turned fifteen and was able to fight back—that is the reason he refused to be with Perrie.

He found himself dirty and unworthy of her, but he was wrong, and I think he’s seen that now, especially when he’s came back two weeks early, not able to be away from her any longer. And with the way she’s been struggling with him gone, fighting nearly every night, I’m glad he’s home and continuing therapy as an outpatient.

They deserve to finally be happy….

I grin when Acid flips Piston over his shoulder, causing him to land with athumpon the mat. The crowd laughs as I ignore Steal’s gaze burning through my skin.

For six weeks, I’ve managed to dodge him—a lot. He hasn’t seen me, and that has been on purpose. Even when I’m working here with the fighters four nights a week, I’ve stayed in the med room, ensuring Viking keeps him out, which apparently he was not happy about, but I just…I messed up.

“Colt,” I gasp against his mouth and wrap my legs around his waist as he gently runs his over my chest and pulls my bra cup down before gently scraping his nail over my sensitive nipple, sending a jolt to my aching clit as wetness pools between my legs.

Colt groans and kisses me harder before he changes tactics and moves his hand to my jeans, undoing them. Do I push him away and tell him no? Of course, I don’t, because my whore libido has taken over.

I blink and swallow hard, trying my hardest to dislodge the lump in my throat while ignoring my throbbing clit.

I had sex with Colt Brody, and I hate how much I missed him and how at home I felt with him.

My eyes tear up, and knowing Steal is watching me, I quickly blink, grinning to hide my emotions.

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