Page 48 of Steal

I sneer at him, “Funny, because the reason she stabbed him was that he shoved her into the fucking counter and thrust his fingers inside her, tearing her walls at the force.”

His eyes bulge as his body trembles. I grab my knife and tear his shirt open, revealing his hairy tatted chest.

“P-please…” he begs, looking left then right for some help, but not one brother steps in.

Flaring my nostrils at the pathetic weasel, I dig the tip of my knife at the edge of his sword in the tree tattoo over his right pec, and drag it down.

He starts screaming and fighting against me, causing Bulldozer to grab and hold his arms above his head. Slowly, very slowly, ensuring it hurts, I carve out his tattoo before I pull it off his chest, and throw it next to him, blood splattering everywhere.

“Fuck…” I hear rasped, but I ignore it and sneer, “This is for my girl,” and stab the side of his neck, my gaze holding his as he chokes on his blood.

When his chest stops moving, his eyes vacant, I stand, breathing hard. “Cam, Harry, take his body to the outhouse, along with Butch’s, and throw them in front of the three traitors who were stealing from our club.” I look around the quiet room and state, “Saddle, Dog, and Slider, all three recruited by Bull and Brute.”

Anger and fury surround me when Piston says, “Faith is gone. That fucker messaged her one word: run.”

The men all curse quickly, catching up on what’s happened, and I confirm, “They all ensured no one would see or hear Brute attack Cassidy; Faith was the lookout.”

They all nod, and I shout, “Let’s go kill some fuckers!” and the brothers all cheer.

All three traitors received the wrath of the club, but only Acid, Piston, and Cannon received the kill.

“Faith fucking touches one hair on Cassidy’s head, I’ll tear her heart out,” Pitbull snaps, and every brother agrees, showing their support for Cassidy.

“They’ll have to get behind my wife first,” Acid chimes in, and I smirk.

He and Perrie married a few days ago at Halliwell’s gym, and honestly, it’s about fucking time. It was the first time I saw my girl after discovering what had happened that day.

The brothers and I had been cleaning house beforehand, ready to bring her—and now my daughter—home.

Three more brothers were burned in the outhouse, not realizing Piston was tracking everyone’s phones. They tried to implement an escape plan that backfired majorly.

Each had their tattoos removed and were then tortured to ensure no one else was involved.

Who fucking knew the clubwhores were more loyal than the actual brothers….

I nod. “All right, I’ll ensure Cass has a prospect on her as a precaution. Anchor will go through the club's financials and discuss the next fun run. This year, we’re raising money for the children’s hospitals across the state, and we need to float ideas.” I stand. “Now, I need to leave.” Everyone’s eyes widen, but I don’t say anything else as I hand the gavel to my VP, who winces, knowing exactly what I’m about to do, just not knowing what’s escalated it.

Without a word to the brothers, I walk out the hidden door, that leads from the church room, and round the clubhouse to my bike.

Cass did this to herself.

I was willing to give her time to realize I’m not going anywhere, I put my plan to kidnap her on hold, but after the revelation yesterday, I’m not holding back.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m mad but not mad at her; I can’t be. I held a gun to her head after dragging her from that kitchen, and that was after I put the club and that bitch Faith before her for four years, just to keep the brothers happy, to ensure they could trust me taking my father’s place, even though it’s supposed to be my legacy. So I’m not mad, but I’m also not holding back any longer.

I need my girl where she belongs, I need my daughter where she belongs.

Yeah, a fucking daughter….

I’m a dad, and I held a gun to my girl while she was pregnant with my daughter.

I shake my head and climb on my bike, and anger hits me, but not anger at her, anger at myself….

It took forty minutes, forty long fucking minutes.

I didn’t know what to do, but honestly, if she had just gotten into her car, I wouldn’t have resorted to desperate measures….

“You going to untie me yet?” Cassidy sighs from the backseat and I look in the rearview mirror, locking eyes with her furious hazel ones.

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