Page 60 of Steal

“Hey, Steal,” Brandy says as I walk past her, but I ignore her, causing her to scoff, “Seriously?”

Now, normally, clubwhores know not to piss me off, not to try shit with me. I ignore them, they move on, yet Brandy, just like Ginger, doesn’t seem to give a damn when a brother says no, or tells them we’re taken, and unlike Axel and Snake’s clubs, I won’t have my clubwhores thinking they can cause shit.

I pause and look at her, and state coldly, “I have never fucked you, and I never will, so give it a rest or get the fuck outta my club!” Her eyes widen in shock, and I look around the room. “Any clubwhore that thinks they are above an old lady, or awoman a brother has publicly claimed, like I have with Cassidy and Anchor has with Heaven, you’ll be out on your ass. The women have been claimed, and that’s all that matters.” I look at Brandy again. “No means fucking no, so listen or fuck off—and go get some clothes on—it’s only five in the evening!”

The brothers grin and cheer ,while the rest of the clubwhores glare at Brandy, who looks down at her bra and panties. Some look toward Ginger, who is trying her darndest to hide. I raise a brow at Anchor, and he nods as he leans against the doorframe from church.

A clubwhore can be replaced, they know this, and it’s time he understood it.

With a smirk, I turn and leave the clubhouse, heading to my bike.

I need to put my eyes on my girls….

It doesn’t take me long before I walk into the living area of our home and my eyes lock on Moira coloring on the little princess coloring table I brought home yesterday. I grin.

Her tongue is poking out, her brows furrowed. Fuck, she’s adorable.

Instead of making my presence known to her, I look around the room for a certain redhead, wanting my arms around my woman before I give our daughter my whole attention.

When I don’t see her, I walk to where the delicious smell is and grin when I find my girl dominating the kitchen.

She’s in her fucking element.

“What are you cooking, Trouble? Is it actually edible this time?” I ask as I lean against the wall, putting my hands in my pockets.

She looks my way and rolls her eyes before admitting, “Moira wanted her daddy to eat spaghetti with her, so yes, it is edible, which means no chilies this time, though I’d be careful when you open your drawers upstairs.”

I groan, “Please tell me you didn’t fill my boxers with shaving foam again?” She smirks, and I sigh. “You are lucky I love you, Trouble,” I admit, and she shakes her head but doesn’t reply. I sigh again and push off the wall, and walk over to her.

As soon as I get behind her, I grip her hips and whisper, “It smells delicious, Cassy,” as I watch her stir the tomato sauce over her shoulder.

“You need to back up a little, Colt,” she says, but I don’t. Instead, I wrap my arms around her waist tightly, and place my face into her neck, inhaling her strawberry scent.

“Why? We both know your body likes my touch, and we both know your heart still loves me just as much as I love you. We just have to get your mind to forgive me, to allow me to grovel like you deserve,” I whisper.

She sighs. “Colt, you’ve done up a room for our daughter, you take me to work and back or ensure a prospect or brother does, who then proceeds to beg for my forgiveness. You spend all your time here with our daughter and me instead of attending club parties….” She moves back a little, causing me to loosen my arms, and she turns and grips my biceps as we lock eyes. “You have been groveling the past week, but I can’t get past the shit you put me through for four years. Day in and day out, I madeexcuse after excuse for you, for this club, as to why I’m never a priority, and I’m not doing that anymore.”

I nod. “I know, and I’m not asking you to. All I’m asking is for you to give me a chance, Cassidy, which is something you haven’t done. There has been no one else, only you, Trouble. The decisions I made were for the club, for my father, and yes, I fucking regret them. I’ve brought this club fucking far; I’ve ensured the brothers have more money and stability, and yet, I regret everything because I lost you; I lost the chance to see you grow heavy with our daughter and give birth. I missed everything.”

She shakes her head, her determination to stay strong taking over, and it pisses me the fuck off. I’m trying everything, but her walls are high, and I get it, I do, but I just want a little leeway.

Growling, I grip her cheeks and slam my lips down on hers, snaking my tongue into her mouth when she gasps in shock, and I fucking melt at her taste.

For the past week, she’ll fall asleep on the couch or in Moira’s room, and I have to carry her to our bed every time. There’s no real touching or intimacy…so this kiss…is everything.

I groan when she kisses me back, and I deepen the kiss, memorizing her taste, knowing she’ll hold back on me after this.

Before I can rip of her shirt and spread her out on the counter, I pull back, knowing our daughter is in the other room.

Gently, I peck her lips, once, twice, three times, then mutter, “I can’t lose you again, Trouble, I won’t survive it.”

I kiss her again before pushing away and walking to the archway to see our daughter.

I hear her mumble, “Put yourself first, dammit!” and I can’t help but grin and say, “You not giving in is not putting yourself first, Trouble, and we both know you want me….”

She glares at me, and I just grin, not giving a shit that she’s going to fuck with my food again.

“Now, where is my little red,” I call, causing Moira to squeal and run over to me.

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