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So goddamn scared….

But the biggest question is: do I want him to know her.

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Steal

“Alright, Prez, I’m here, and I have my laptop. Now, what’s so important?” Piston asks as he walks into my office without knocking, and I drop the letter I continue to punish myself with, reading it daily.

For six fucking weeks, Cass has done everything in her power to dodge me. I’ve allowed her, mainly because Acid needed me to look out for his girl and brother while he got his head sorted out, but I haven’t stopped watching her, trying to see her.

If she’s at The Fight, I’m there, she just didn’t see me…until last night. I walked her to her car, but she didn’t say anything to me, and I know the wall is back up, and I can’t fucking have that. I need my girl back.

“Look, brother, we’ve got Aiden, he’s gone, and the Killers are dead, minus the ones that have scrambled away. Axe is being monitored, especially after he tried claiming not to have been the last to see Aurora until we showed him the footage, and we’re deep into trying to find her. Acid is finally back andis proposing to and marrying Perrie next week at the gym. Everything is finally settling down, and I just….”

Piston sits down, and says, “You want your girl back.”

I nod. “I do, but in order to do that, we need to go through the footage from that day; we need to inspect every brother Bull has had private conversations with, and finally get that fucker off club grounds—along with Faith.”

This bullshit has been put off for too long.

He smirks. “Well, lucky for you, I was looking through more footage before church this morning.” I raise a brow at him. He lifts the laptop and does something before turning it my way. “Four brothers, one older generation, Butch, and three others, Slider, Dog, and Saddle, have all been caught in silent group conversations while looking around to ensure they weren’t being watched.”

I sit back and confirm, “They’re the ones Brute and Bull recruited when Brute was Road Captain?”

Piston nods, glee filling his dark green eyes. “Yes, they are. And I’ve also found footage of Faith, Slider, Dog, and Saddle having an orgy, and by orgy, I mean, Saddle lying underneath Faith, his cock in her ass, Slider fucking her cunt on top, while Dog fucks Slider’s ass….”

I blink and then blink again, hating the image that just popped into my head, and I say, “I could have gone my whole life without visualizing that, brother.” He grins before pressing another button. Then, instead of visualizing, I see the act on screen.

“Oh God, yes, baby,”Faith screams, and I wince.

“Fuck’s sake, Piston,” I groan as the brother's moans and groans echo in my office, and he laughs as he clicks off the video.

“How does it feel to know you’ve basically fucked those three brothers, because I can tell you now, they aren’t wrapping up,” he goads, and I narrow my eyes at him.

“Got a little news flash for you, brother,” I state, and he raises a brow at me, but shock soon takes over when I state, “I haven’t fucked Faith since that last day in her dorm room before I saw Cass walking outta hers.”

“Fuck,” he chokes out, and I nod.

“Now that you’ve fucking scarred me for life, what else did you find out, fucker?” I demand, and he chuckles before turning on another video, though this one makes me sit up as I see Cass hurrying to the back of the common room to stay away from Brute.

“She’s avoiding him?” I confirm.

He nods. “Every time Cassy came to the clubhouse, Brute and Bull and the four brothers, she’s kept her distance. If they’re walking toward her, she changes direction, they go into the kitchen, she instantly rounds the table and walks out without them going near her, and every time, she’s done it discretely.”

Motherfucker….

“How fucking long has she known they were bad fucking eggs?” I ask in shock.

Piston winces. “I’m guessing as soon as they met or maybe a few hours later. Cass is good at reading a person’s character, but that’s not all.” He brings up another video, and this time, I stand as he states, “This here shows Slider diverting any brother thattries to enter the hallway near the kitchen around the time Brute was stabbed, and if I rewind,” he does as he says, then hits play again, “you can see Faith watching your bedroom door before turning and nodding at Brute who then grins and stands.” He zooms in. “And if you look real close….”

Anger like no other fills me as I watch Brute shove Cassidy into the kitchen before the screen goes blank.

“I was so fucking focused on watching Faith, I missed it. I’m sorry, brother,” he says, his voice full of guilt and sorrow, but I shake my head.

“Nah, that’s not on you. You were going through a lot with Natalie,” I say, running a hand through my hair. I demand, “I want you to recheck the accounts from four years ago when the money was disappearing, and then see if you can access Brute’s and Bull’s, along with Faith’s, and those other four fucker’s accounts. We never did find it, and now I think it’s because we were looking at the clubwhores, not the brothers, thinking they could be trusted.”

He nods seriously, and I pick up my bike keys.

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