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Swallowing hard, I push aside my fear and allow my years of training in triage and emergency to take the wheel, and I hope it doesn’t bite me in the ass as I push my finger into the wound.

“Holy fuck,” I hear someone rasp behind me, watching me, but I ignore them as I feel around.

I don’t have any access to medical equipment, and the wound is on his right peck. I frown as I feel around, mumbling, “Subclavian artery is intact.” Medic sighs in relief and I continue cataloguing the injury, “the sternum is also intact and….”

“And what, Cassy?” Acid asks from beside me, but I ignore him as I feel the metal in his muscle tissue, and I quickly add another finger into the wound while Medic wipes up the excess blood pouring out.

“Got it!” I state and gently pull the metal out, handing it to Acid, then take the wet gauze from Medic and push down on the wound, then make eye contact with the dark gray ones I fell in love with. Suddenly, reality hits, his fear showing clear as day.

"Oh God," I choke.

Killian was shot trying to protect my daughter….

Moira has been taken….

“I’ll find our daughter, Trouble, I promise, and when I do, Faith will suffer,” he asserts, and a sob builds in my chest as Killian coughs, showing the first signs of life.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stutters in pain, and I shake my head at him, knowing it’s not his fault, while trying not to cry my eyes out.

“Y-you are t-the only o-one I-I trust with-with her. Y-you did all you could,” I tell him, and his “not enough” just hits my ears as he passes out from blood loss. I sob as I try to minimize his bleeding so I can stitch him up.

She took her, Faith took my daughter….

Oh…God.

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“The bitch climbed the back fence near your house and cut her legs on the barbed wire,” Piston says as I sit in my chair in my office, my blood boiling.

Killian is lucky to be alive, and Cass is currently stitching him up despite knowing our daughter is gone…because of me, because of my club giving Faith the mentality that she’s untouchable.

It’s all my fucking fault….

“Call church so we can go through the feeds and track that bitch. She’ll want to use Moira as leverage and wouldn’t have gone far,” I state, and he nods, looking at me with concern before leaving, knowing I need some space.

I can feel my pulse quickening as I look around the room, a room I always fucking wanted.

I spent years putting this club first, trying to be the man my father expected, but what did it cost me?

Faith believes she’s above everyone, wanting the title of queen bee within the club, so brothers betrayed us and tried to start a coup, I lost my woman, and I lost three years with my daughter, who has now been taken….

This club has cost me everything because I put them first, and now my daughter, who is probably terrified, is with a crazy bitch I fucked for years before meeting Cassidy.

I never should have touched Faith; this is my fucking fault.

Anger takes over, and I roar out my fear and rage, knocking my chair over and swiping everything off my desk before grabbing my laptop and throwing it against the wall. Frames clatter as my laptop smashes to bits and I move over to my bookcase and grab it, then pull, slamming it to the floor, causing it to split. Just as I go to grab a chair, my office door swings open.

“Colt!” Cassidy cries, but I ignore her and pick the chair up, throwing it at the wall. Before I can get the other one, she hurries to me and grips my cheeks. The pain and worry that shine through those beautiful hazel eyes tear me apart, and I break.

My tears fall, and she quickly wraps her arms around my neck, holding me tight.

“It’s my fault; it’s all my fucking fault…” I sob against her neck, and she squeezes me tighter. “I should never have come in strong, I should have used my fucking head, then Faith would be dead…. It’s my fucking fault, all my fault….”

“It’s not your fault,” Cass whispers as she slides her fingers into my hair.

I shake my head and confess, “I failed you, Trouble, I fucking failed you, and I failed our daughter….”

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