Page 73 of Steal

Delusional bitch.

“This club, putting Faith above Cass, is the reason my daughter was taken,” I admit numbly. “I thought she’d be pleased if Ihung up my cut for her and our daughter, to take them away from the danger.”

“But in doing that, brother, it means leaving your family,herfamily,” Cannon says.

“Brother, that woman loves you, and you know she was right; if she wanted to, she could leave, but she hasn’t. She’s allowed you to get to know your daughter and to show her what she means to you,” Anchor chimes in, and I sigh, looking around the room and finding every eye on me.

“We won’t let you hang up your cut,” Acid says.

I swallow hard. "It’s not something I’ve just come up with, brother. I’ve been thinking about it for months, and Dad is backing me; we spoke last week, and he agreed….”

They all freeze in shock, and I look down at my left hand, my eyes going to Cassidy’s name on my ring finger, blood covering it.

“She won’t respect you if you leave; she said so herself,” Cannon adds, and I huff and turn back toward Faith.

Her eyes plead with me, but I don’t even flinch. This woman has spent years trying to get my patch, all because I fucked her regularly before Cass came along.

And it’s not like she only slept with me in that time, for fuck’s sake. The woman has opened her legs more than the clubwhores.

“Colt…” Anchor says.

I sigh, look at Anchor, and admit, “I was going to put a vote in for you to take over as president.”

The brothers curse while Anchor snaps, “And I will refuse! This is your club. You’ve brought us this far, and I get it, it cost you your family, your woman, and I fucking understand the pain.” I look down, knowing he does. “We will stand by you to get Cass back, but you are not hanging up your cut, not now, not fucking ever. We need you, and so does Cass; she admitted that when you took a bullet for her.”

Faith mumbles through the gag, and I roll my eyes before looking at her and stating loudly, “I guess she doesn’t like to wait to be tortured,” and the brothers laugh as her eyes widen. I curl my lip at her. “You have caused enough shit for my woman, taking my daughter…you signed your death warrant.”

Faith shakes her head. She soon screams through the gag as I stab her gut and twist, before pulling it out, then stab her again, again turning the knife before I remove it.

Faith leans over a little but jolts when I stab her shoulder, not giving her a reprieve.

I fucking hate torturing women, I always have, and only once before have I had to do it, and that was when an old clubwhore tried to attack my mom when I was nineteen.

I twist the knife, causing Faith sob, and the urge to get to my family builds, so without a second thought, I pull the knife out of her flesh and slice her neck, deep, causing her head to jolt back. Her eyes wide as she chokes, and thrashes in the chair. I keep eye contact and watch as her teary ones go vacant.

“Rot in hell, bitch,” I mumble as I drop the knife on the floor. “Get two prospects to burn the body, then bleach the room. Cannon, supervise.”

The brothers grunt in acknowledgment, and I turn to leave but pause when Pitbull questions, “Prez, what about your cut?”

I swallow, and say, “I need to talk to my woman," then I walk out the door, but turn left to the sinks, and quickly wash my hands. Their words echo through the open door, making me roll my eyes.

Did the idiots seriously believe I’d just walk out of the outhouse with bloodied hands?

“He’s not handing in that leather; I’ll beat his ass if he even tries,” Pitbull announces, and Cannon chimes in, “I’ll hold him down while you do.”

“Cassy won’t let him, and we all know he wants her back, he wants to make her happy,” Acid adds.

I snap loudly, “Will you get the fucking job done already, and stop bitching like women!”

“Sounded like a true prez,” Anchor shouts back, and I groan as they laugh like there isn’t a dead body right there. I quickly dry my hands before going up the stairs and outside, walking away from the outhouse. I pause and face ahead, taking a deep breath as I look over at the clubhouse in the distance, lights shining.

I fucking love this place, I love my family, the brotherhood…but I love Cassidy Brody more, and the urge to make the name Brody hers through marriage and not through fake documents is so desperate, I’m choking on it.

She hates the club, so why in the fuck does she want me to stay unless she doesn’t want me anymore?

I swallow past the lump, and start my trek to the clubhouse as a rustling sounds behind me.

I won’t let her leave me, I need her, I always have….

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