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I don’t move for a while, and even when I feel the cold air hit my back, I stay still. This is not because I’m trying to get my bearings, it’s because I’m terrified Cass will leave if I move.

I hold my breath as she slowly wraps her arms around my chest and places her head against my back. On instinct, I place my hand on top of hers, keeping her there.

Fuck, I’ve missed having her in the shower with me….

“I need to stitch up your leg,” she whispers after a few minutes of us just standing here.

I hum and whisper, “In a little while….”

I feel her nod before she asks, “Did you do it?”

Not knowing what she’s asking, I simply reply, “I killed Faith, and no, I haven’t handed in my cut yet. You dangling our relationship like that made me pause.”

“That was the whole point,” she admits, “the club is your family, and I meant what I said, Colt.” She moves. I go to protest but shut my mouth when she slips around me to face me, her chest against mine.

Her eyes race against mine. “If you hand that cut in, then all the years you forgot about me, made me feel unwanted,” I wince as she lifts her hands, cutting my cheek, “it would mean it was all for nothing. This club is everything to you, and I am fully aware, if I had taken your cut all those years ago, things would have been different, but I wasn’t at the stage where I trusted you…because of how unwanted you made me feel.”

I place my forehead against hers. “I’ve missed you, Cassidy, so fucking much, and I know you're still unsure about us, but I need to know, if I stay in this club, if I keep my position, would it be a deal breaker for you?”

She answers me instantly, “No, it wouldn’t be; it never was. It was your poor decisions that led us here, Colt. And I get I could have been more vocal instead of just taking it, but I was scared to lose you…until I couldn’t cope any longer.”

I squeeze my eyes tight and hold her close, processing her words.

“I came after you that day, Trouble. I was going to explain everything, but you’d already put your plan in motion,” I admit after a few minutes of holding her, and she shrugs.

“I wouldn’t have listened anyway.” She swallows hard. “I don’t know if we can be together, Colt. So much hurt and pain between us….”

I nod. “I know, but I’m willing to try." My eyes race between her teary ones. "Please, don’t leave me until you know one hundred percent, in your heart, that you can’t get past everything.”

She tilts her head and asks, “And if I can’t, you’ll let me go?”

I narrow my eyes and state, “Like fuck. I’ll just tie you to the bed until you do.”

Her mouth drops open, and I take advantage, kissing her hard, my tongue instantly snaking into her mouth as my hands go to her ass, lifting her.

Without missing a beat, she wraps her legs around my waist as I blindly press my cock at her entrance and thrust forward hard,and she breaks the kiss, throwing her head back and gasping, “Your leg….”

I grunt as I pull out, then forward again, my leg burning. “It is not going to stop me from making my woman mine again. Moira is asleep, and I have you naked in the shower for the first time in four years…. I’m not giving up this opportunity, and I certainly won’t let you leave me; you’re mine, and I’m yours.”

That said, I kiss her again and, instead of pulling back, Cassidy kisses me back, making me groan as I thrust my hips slowly, making love to my woman, while praying and begging that she gives me another chance to prove to her that she comes first, her and our daughter….

30

Cassidy – One Week Later

I smile as the brothers lift Killian, now known as Savior, up in the air.

He got his cut today, and Colt begged me to come celebrate, especially since I return to work tomorrow night, after taking a sabbatical.

Having your daughter kidnapped, and then being shot at, only to be pushed out of the way by the man you love, who took a bullet for you, was a lot to deal with, and Dr. Carmichael understood.

“Shotgun, has Prez said anything more about his place in the club?” Dig, a club brother, asks, and I sigh as I place my lips on my snoozing daughter’s head.

I can leave with her for twenty minutes, because that’s when the clubwhores will be taking off their jeans and tank tops.

“He hasn’t said fuck all, but Pitbull, Cannon, and I have all come up with a plan to handcuff him to his seat in church if he triesto hand in his leather. We’ve also called Hammer, and he said to get Cass involved,” Shotgun replies before I feel their eyes on me.

“Eighteen minutes,” I mumble as I side-eye them.

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