Page 74 of Steal

Five minutes later, I walk into the common room, sighing as I try to ignore the throbbing in my leg, the men behind me making it easy with their bitching. Anchor, Acid, Piston, and Pitbull will not shut the fuck up with ways they’re going to hold me down and beat my ass if I hand in my patch.

I swear they’re worse than the fucking women with their moaning.

I look around the room before I lock eyes with Perrie, who stands and walks over to me.

Panic hits when I don’t see Cass or Moira, but I relax when Perrie states, “She’s taken Moira to your room,” and kisses my cheek before hugging me tightly.

I go to push her back but soon wrap my arms around her when she whispers, “I don’t care about the blood.” And hold her tight.

“How was she?” I ask a few seconds later, and Perrie leans back, her eyes softening at the pain that I know radiates from me, and not because my leg hurts like a bitch.

She shrugs. “She’s okay, considering, though she did mention getting the med kit to stitch your leg, and something about numbing cream. Want to explain?”

I wince as Acid takes her from my arms, kisses her head, and admits, “Faith shot at Cassy, but Steal, here, pushed her out of the way, getting shot instead.”

Perrie’s eyes widen while the men all grunt in shock, and I quickly reassure them, “I’m alright. Cass pulled the bullet out of my leg at the scene.”

Perrie winces. “She did it without local anesthetics?”

I smirk. “She did.”

Anchor adds, “After he reminded her of all the ways he fucked up, just to make her mad.”

I wince again and admit, “It was not my finest moment, but it was needed.”

Perrie nods in understanding, knowing her sister, then whispers, “Please, don’t leave.”

I sigh. “Perrie?—”

She cuts me off, “No, I get it, I do. I’ve watched you struggle for four years without her, and while, yes, I believed you were screwing around to forget, I knew you were struggling.” Her eyes race between mine. “You’ve stayed true to her for the four years she’s been gone, you haven’t slept with anyone else.” The brothers’ heads all whip my way. I roll my eyes as Perrie chuckles, “See, it wasn’t just me.”

I shake my head and state, “There is no one else for me.”

Perrie nods. “Exactly, and that is what will save your relationship with Cassidy, especially when you are looking past the Tanner situation.”

I narrow my eyes at her as the brothers look away suspiciously, but I don’t read into it. “There is no Tanner situation! The fucker can stay away from my woman!”

Perrie grins, and I fake glare at her.

Shaking my head at the brat, I kiss her head and walk toward the hallway, trying not to limp. I pause when Canine says, “You try and hand in that patch, and I’ll release years of footage ofyou growing up, including the one when you were four and ran around with a potty-training seat on your head.”

“I’ll wreck your bike,” Piston adds before Bulldozer chimes in, saying, “I’ll lock you out of your bank accounts, with Piston’s help, obviously.”

“I’ll bolt your fucking door!” Bowler shouts, and I drop my head as, one by one, the brothers all chime in with threats, along with the old ladies and clubwhores, who yes, are threatening to fuck my woman….

I get it, they love me, but they need to understand Cass comes first and, like fuck, will I allow anyone, including women, touch my girl.

I lift my hand in acknowledgment but don’t reply as I walk to my room, slowly opening the door, and entering.

My eyes take in Cass lying in the middle of my bed, and years of this image hits me hard, hating that I lost so much time with her.

I took her for granted, something I refuse to do from now on.

Quietly, I shut the door, then toe off my boots and remove my leather, hanging it up before carefully removing my jeans. My leg throbs at the action, but I ignore it as I remove my shirt and hobble over to my woman.

I lean on the bed and gently kiss her shoulder before looking over a sleeping Moira, ensuring her breathing is normal. As soon as I’m happy, I push up and limp over to the bathroom, needing to remove the blood so I don’t taint my girls.

I turn the shower on as hot as it will go before I carefully remove my boxers and climb in. Instantly, I stand beneath the showerhead as I place my hands flat on the shower wall, the weight of the day pulling me down.

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