Page 65 of Steal

He tried to save her….

Faith sneers at my daughter before grabbing something out of her pocket, then we all watch in shock and horror as she rushes over to my crying daughter and stabs a needle into her arm.

Within seconds, Moira falls asleep, and I kick my chair in frustration.

“It gets fucking worse,” Piston rasps, and he presses a few more buttons. The CCTV from my garage comes on, and my breathing picks up when Tank, a brother who hangs around with Axe a lot, comes into view in the club’s truck. He opens the back door, and Faith throws my fucking daughter in before she kisses Tank hard, and climbs into the passenger seat, ignoring her bleeding legs, before the footage goes dead.

“He removed the tracking on the truck and has taken roads where there are no cameras,” Piston admits, and my nostrils flare.

“Where’s Axe?” I demand to know.

Acid speaks up, “In the common room. He’s been playing too fucking nice lately, brother, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he had something to do with this….”

My heart races as I shake my head. “We can’t confront him until we can find Aurora and Hannah.”

“So, how do we find your daughter, Prez?” Cannon asks, and I breathe deeply because here I am, yet again, trying to be a president and not a father.

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

My daughter’s life or Aurora’s, that’s how it feels right now….

“Steal,” Anchor says, and I look at him, “I know you feel like you’re being pulled in separate directions, I can see it in your eyes. We’re not going to put Aurora’s life in danger, you are not willing to do that, either, and we will find your daughter before dark….”

I nod and look down, trying to think.

I can feel my heart thump hard, but I ignore it. I can’t lose my daughter, and I can’t confront Axe because then we’ll never fucking find Aurora, a girl I’ve known since the day she was born.

Fuck….

I look up and blink as it hits me, and I look at Piston. “Track Faith’s necklace, the one I gave her when I became president; she’s stupid enough to still be wearing it.”

His eyes light up, and he quickly types on his laptop as Anchor asks, “Why in the fuck did you give her a necklace while you were with your old lady?”

I look at him and admit, “I had a feeling she was stealing from the club.”

He nods with pride that I thought of it, though she had no connection to the missing money, and was smart enough to stay out of it.

We all watch Piston, and I hope like mad that Faith’s stupid enough to wear the necklace when the church doors slam open and we look to see a tearful Perrie standing there.

“Cassidy received a text. It threatened you and Moira if she didn’t go to the docks…. Colt, she’s gone,” she cries, and my eyes widen in shock. I look at Piston, who has slammed his laptop lid down and has his phone out.

“She has her phone; the tracker is moving,” he states, and Perrie snarls, “You put a tracker on my sister’s phone?”

I round the table and state, “And there is one on yours, and this is why.”

Her eyes widen, but she nods, not arguing, and I rush past her and shout, “Harry, grab the other truck!”

The brothers all stand and watch, but I ignore them as Anchor shouts, “We may have a lead in Brooklyn,” bullshitting, not wanting to tip off Axe, who I see watching, with his phone in hand, out of the corner of my eye.

That fucker will get his comeuppance, because the feeling that he had something to do with Aurora’s and his old lady’s disappearance is strong.

Ignoring everyone, I run to bike and start her up before spinning out of the parking lot, Piston overtaking me to lead the way.

I’m coming, Trouble, I’m fucking coming, and damn, am I going to spank your ass for this….

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Cassidy

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