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Mom’s face reddens when the brothers and clubwhores agree, and I grin and drawl, “Besides, all that money is in Colt’s name, for our daughter, meaning I have nothing for you to sue me for.”

Mom’s mouth drops open as Perrie’s head whips my way in shock, and I shrug before looking at Western and ask, “Can you escort my mother out and, next time she shows up, just shoot her.”

He grins, and Mom sputters, but I ignore her and look at Perrie, “I do love Colt; that’s something that will never change, and no, I won’t let him hand in his patch for me because this club is his family. But I don’t know if we can be together with all the hurt and pain between us.” Her eyes tear up. I say, “Moira is with Bulldozer; please, can you make sure the brothers don’t fight over her? I need to go see Colt.”

She nods, and I kiss her cheek and turn as Western grabs Mom’s arm, who protests instantly, but no one says anything to her. I walk to the back door, kissing my daughter’s head on my way through as Canine tries to grab her from Bulldozer. The brothers look at me with what looks like pride.

I swallow hard as I walk up to the outhouse door, Faith’s screams echoing so loudly that I can’t help but relish them a little. With a deep breath, I open the door, then walk down several steps before opening the next door.

A brother quickly turns, and I lock eyes with Anchor, whose eyes widen when he sees me. Faith screams, “You were mine. I had you first, please….”

I tilt my head around Anchors' large form as I look at Colt—no, not Colt—Steal, the president of the Huntsmen MC, glaring at a tied-up Faith who is dangling over a drain, holding a bloody knife in his hand.

“Actually, you were just a hole he could use until he met me,” I state, causing every brother to look my way except for Colt.

“You need to go back to the clubhouse,” he demands, not looking at me.

I hum and ask, “Why? Because you’re afraid I’ll see something I hadn’t seen before? Last time I checked, you dragged me by my hair and threatened to kill me, holding a gun to my head while I was pregnant with your child…because of this woman.”

That gets his attention. His head whips my way, his dark gray eyes cold as he snaps, “I did that to protect you and fuck, Cassidy, I didn’t even know about Moira, and neither did you.”

I nod. “I know, and right now, in this bunker, you are keeping your promise to protect me, to protect your daughter, and to make things right.” Faith breathes heavily, glaring at me, and I smirk at her and ask, “How does it feel to know I won?”

She screeches, but Piston quickly gags her. I look back at the man I gave my heart to.

“I’m here to tell you, if you hand your patch in, you and I, we will never happen, and not because I want the old lady cut.” I eye the brothers, who smirk, before I look back at Colt. “I could have had that years ago but you wasted eight years of putting your club before me, before your daughter. If you give up your cut, that means you put me through all that heartache for nothing.”

I hold my arms out. “These men are your family, and you’ve worked your ass off to keep a roof over their heads, to be their leader, their brother, their family.”

I drop my arms.

“I love you, Colt,” I admit, and his eyes glisten, “but I’m hurt, and I’ve done nothing but try and put myself first for four years after years of you neglecting me, forgetting me. I know I can forgive; if I didn’t, I would have left town with Moira. I just don’t know if I can forget….”

“I won’t lose you,” he rasps as Faith screams through the rag.

My eyes race between his, and I demand, “Then don’t. Fight and prove to me that you know better now, but not by abandoning your family; if you do that, you are not the man I thought you were.”

He nods, and my eyes go to Faith. I curl my lip at her as she narrows her eyes at me like she isn’t about to lose her life.

Without a second thought, I storm over to her and punch her in the face, then mutter, “See you in hell bitch,” before I turn and walk out the room muttering, “Fuck, I really need to learn Perrie’s technique better,” as I shake my hand out. The brothers laugh at my words.

I don’t know if Colt and I will be together again, but I do know I can learn to forgive so we can co-parent. Even if my heart is begging to give him another chance, I need to think rationally.

Once bitten, twice shy….

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I swallow hard and watch as Cassidy leaves the outhouse while the brothers, oblivious to my torment, laugh at her words as Faith screams and struggles behind her gag.

The bitch is always wanting attention….

“Steal?” Acid questions, but I don’t take my eyes off the empty doorway while my hands feel sticky with Faith’s blood.

When Faith came to, after Pitbull poured salt water over her head, I stabbed the knife into her thigh and dragged it down her flesh, shocking her.

She honestly thought I fell for her despite being with Cass for years….

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