Page 53 of Steal

“She did,” she admits before she looks at me and says, “You need to beg, you need to plead, not be angry. You threatened to kill her! You can’t be mad that she kept Moira from you, for protecting her child from the man who said he loved her and then held a gun to her head.”

Holy….

“Moira,” I whisper, and Perrie’s eyes soften.

“Yeah, after your mom.” She sighs. “You need to worship the ground she walks, Steal, if you want anything to do with your daughter, and you need to ensure that bitch doesn’t go near her.”

My jaw ticks, and I snap, “And what about Cass, huh? What if I want her as well?”

Perrie flinches. “I don’t know. You hurt her, and the fact you kept Faith around….”

Anger courses through me. Everyone seems to have it in their heads that I’ve been fucking Faith for years, and honestly, I’m fed up with it.

I cut her off and state, “I haven’t touched Faith in years!” Acid raises a skeptical brow, and I sigh. “I haven’t touchedanygirl in years.” Perrie blinks at me in shock while Acid’s mouth hangs open. I admit, “Faith wanted to suck me off that day, and as punishment to Cass, for one second, I allowed her to get on her knees before I realized why I was so mad, and before her hands could even pull my jeans down, I shoved her away and threatened her.” I lock eyes with Perrie. “Your sister is the last person I slept with, Perrie, but I guess she won’t be able to say the same with the man hanging around her though, right?”

The same man that leaves her apartment every time she comes home from work.

Perrie winces but says, “I don’t know who the man is, Steal, but again, you were the one who held a gun to her head. If she has moved on, you’ve only got yourself to blame, but in my honest opinion, I don’t think he means anything to her other than a friend.”

Not believing it, I nod and mumble, “How the fuck did I come here to tear you a new one, only to be put in my place instead?” I lean forward and whisper, “This baby is going to love the shit outta you, and just remember, you lose your way, you have a full club behind you to get you back on track.”

Tears fall as Perrie nods, and I look at Acid to see him looking at me with a raised brow. I sigh, knowing I should have called before storming into his home. I mutter, “I’ll see you in the ring in the morning, brother.”

He nods and I stand and walk to the gate but before I can walk out, Perrie asks, “Where is my sister?”

I smirk to hide the pain I’m feeling right now, and tell her, “At my home where she belongs, and so will our daughter when we pick her up from daycare. I’m not letting them go, and don’t worry, your mom won’t have any access to them….”

I saw their mom yesterday; she tried to speak to me, but that bitch can fuck off, and no, it did not escape me that Cass left through the entrance just to bypass the woman at the hospital yesterday.

Andrea is dead, Canine shot her after Perrie revealed the pregnancy was fake by pulling off the fake bump. The fake baby was Trudy’s way of getting money from Acid, through Andrea,and we all know she’ll try and use my daughter to get to Cassidy, which is never going to fucking happen.

Over my dead body….

Perrie nods and says, “Well, that’s a start, but remember. she can fight.”

I chuckle and say, “Yeah, but so can I,” and I walk out of their yard, knowing Perrie has much explaining to do to her husband.

Half an hour later, I swallow hard, looking at the small two-bed bungalow on Checker Street.

Okay, so when I told Perrie I’m picking my daughter up from daycare with Cass, I actually meant I’d pick her up from the fucker who thinks he can have my family. And I also meant alone.

He knows I’m coming, though he believes Cass sent the message.

Yesterday, I put a child’s bed up in the room next to the master. I’m hoping Cass will decorate the room. If I have it my way, it’ll be a nursery for our next child after Moira goes into the room two doors down from the master.

Fuck, Moira….

It just shows how much Cassidy adores my family, my mom, to name our daughter after her. The woman steals my heart daily and doesn’t even realize it.

Swallowing hard, I climb out of the truck and walk over to the small light blue bungalow.

The door opens before I can knock, and I come face to face with the fucker that I’d love to hit right about now.

“She fell asleep on the couch; I’ll grab her,” he says with narrow eyes.

I raise a brow at him but nod, not willing to start shit when I’m about to see my daughter up close for the first time, and he turns back inside.

Three of the longest minutes of my life pass before he shows up again, and my eyes tear up at the little girl in his arms, her head on his shoulder, her arms dangling as she snoozes. Gently, he hands her over to me, and I hold her close as her head lays on my shoulder. Her strawberry scent hits my nostrils and my heart pounds.

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