Page 6 of Steal

Must admit, though, it was a surprise, on our sixth-month anniversary, when I thrust inside her—a good surprise, though. I love that I'm the only cock she's had, I just wish she'd given me a warning first, so I didn't tear into her.

Sighing, I tilt my head and ask, "Running her mouth how?"

He winces and admits, “That Cass apparently cornered Faith at the grocery store when she was doing the grocery shopping for the club. Cass apparently told her to stay the fuck away from you, or she'll slit her throat."

I chuckle, I can't help it, and even Anchor grins, knowing Cassidy Mathews wouldn't hurt a fly. She wants to heal people, not kill them….

I shake my head and ask, "And when did this apparently go down?"

"Yesterday, about midday, while Cass was working. Your dad told me to come tell you what was being said," he replies.

I huff. "Cass was with me all day until eight last night, refusing to stay over but not telling me why, just saying we couldn't hang out. It's why I have to pick her up today. Fuck, she finally allowed me to spar with her, and this shit will set us back yet a-fucking-gain."

He nods. "Yeah, thought so. I just thought I'd fill you in, and I’ll uh let your dad and the brothers know that she was with you."

I grumble, fed up with the petty bullshit, and ask, "And they said it came from Faith?"

He shrugs. "That's what they said. I know you feel like you need to look out for her, but brother, she's coming between you and Cass…."

I snort. "She's not coming in between me and my girl. I wouldn't allow it, and don’t forget she apparently tried to commit suicide, and the brothers decided to put her responsibility on me."

He huffs. "No, she didn’t, and we all know it. Even the doctor stated she cut the wrong way on her wrists and that it was all for attention. Faith is a whore but loved having you under her thumb for four years, which was a big mistake on your part. She expected your patch and tried to think of a way to guilt trip you to remain in your life. She wanted the older generation to force you to watch out for her, and because you’re due to take over from your father, you’re doing as you’re fucking told." I wince knowing he's right, and he shakes his head. "Everyone believes you have to take care of her all because you fucked her, not giving a shit that she fucked several other brothers, and you give in every single fucking time, and Cass, she's always second bestto the point the club and Faith are always first. There's only so much she'll take, brother."

Anchor turns and heads back inside, and I sigh because I know the fucker is right.

Faith played the club because Bull and Brute were close to her father so she knew she could get her own way, and I know it, but I have to be there for her if she calls. She's not some clubwhore, and not just a bitch I fucked regularly; she's part of the club, and I've been brought up that club comes first, that club is family, and yeah, sometimes I've had to cancel on Cass in favor of Faith, but that's just how life has got to be until I become prez.

Faith’s dad's dead, and her mom is away most of the time with her new beau, and the brothers have made it clear that she's my responsibility because I fucked her and then chose another woman….

I grab my phone, check the time, and silently curse seeing I'm already five minutes late picking Cass up. I quickly clean up my tools when my phone goes off.

I wince, thinking it's my girl, but frown when I see it's not.

Faith: Can you come pick me up between 4th and 5th Ave? My car broke down, and I don't feel safe xx

Fuck's sake….

I go to message back that I'll send a prospect when my phone goes off again.

Faith: Can you please come? I don't trust the prospects after what happened last week. xx

I heave out a sigh.

Faith claimed to have been sexually assaulted last week and is struggling. I was the person she called when it happened, and I took Anchor with me to pick her up and yeah, she looked a fucking mess. The club’s been looking into it, but we haven't found any camera footage yet, and Faith doesn't remember what they looked like. Anchor and I both believe she set shit up, especially by the scowl she had on her face when she noticed I didn’t come alone.

I text her back and let her know I'll be twenty minutes knowing she’ll bitch and moan to the club, before bringing up Cassidy's number, swallowing hard.

Fuck me, she's going to be mad….

"Let me guess, somethings come up with Faith," she answers, and I wince.

"She's broken down. I can't leave her stranded now, can I?" I reply as I grab my cut and walk over to the truck.

Cass snorts. "And she doesn't want a prospect to pick her up?"

"Cass," I start, but she cuts me off, “You know what? Don't worry about it. I need to go."

Fuck's sake.

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