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Narrowing my eyes, I remind him, “You dragged me out of the kitchen by my hair, believed your fuck buddy,” he flinches, “without even asking me why your road captain was dead, you held a gun to my head, and told me to leave New York. Why in the hell would I tell you about our daughter, huh?”

“Cass—” he starts, but I cut him off, “No. I was pregnant when you did that, Colt,” and his eyes widen. “I went to the ER, and they told me I was pregnant, and I could lose our daughter. So why in the hell would I tell you about her when we both know you would have accused me of trying to trap you despite my declining your patch for years becauseyoukept putting Faith before me?”

Shaking my head at him, I round him and climb into my car before locking the doors.

I smile in the rearview mirror at my daughter, who has thankfully fallen asleep, and start my car, ignoring Steal standing near my door. Suddenly, I notice a figure standing near the exit gate.

“Ah crap,” I mutter, noticing my mother staring at me, mouth wide open, and instantly, I know she’s either heard Steal and I argue, or she saw Moira.

Great….

I haven’t heard from her in a few months, which is great, but now I know she’s going to try harder.

Sighing, I pull out of my spot but maneuver the car toward the entrance, not wanting my mother to try and stop me.

Like hell will I ever allow her near my daughter; she was a crappy mother, and like hell am I going to allow Steal to make me feel like crap for not telling him about his daughter!

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“Where are we at with finding Faith?” I ask as I try to hide my fury, unwilling for the brothers to know what I found out yesterday despite having spoken with Natalie. My mind is going a million miles a fucking an hour, not truly letting it sink in.

Curly dark red hair, and my gray eyes….

Piston says, “Sightings have been confirmed in the Hamptons, so she hasn’t gone far.”

I grit my teeth. “She’s going to go after Cass….” And most likely my fucking daughter, if she finds out about her….

The brothers at the table tense, knowing I’m fucking right, and if she touches my girl, my fucking daughter, I’ll kill her slowly instead of putting a bullet in her head.

I seethe as the brothers eye me. The whole club is on tenterhooks right now, not knowing how far I’ll go with this shit, especially after seeing what I did last week, noticing how far I’d go with a traitor, with a person who helped hurt what is mine….

I skid into the club grounds, Killian only just opening the gate before I blast through. I park in the spot designated for the club president.

Every brother is here, including Bull.

I turn to Killian and point at him, his eyes wide as I demand, “Call Webster and have him take your place, and get your ass to Cassidy’s apartment. You are to watch her full-time for the next week!”

He nods numbly, and I turn, storming into the clubhouse and slam the door behind me, causing everyone to look my way.

“Prez?” Bulldozer questions, but I ignore him and look around the room, happy to see no clubwhores or old ladies hanging around before I lock eyes with Bull.

His eyes widen with fear, seeing my anger. He scrambles to grab his phone, and I storm toward him, seeing him messaging someone.

Without a word to anyone, I quicken my steps as he scrambles to get up, but I pounce before he can make a step.

I grip his cut and yank him back, throwing him on the floor just as Anchor comes out of nowhere and grabs Butch, who tries to slip out of the common room, and grips him by his neck.

“It wasn’t my idea,” Butch screams, “Bull and Brute wanted to rule the club, but Brute wanted Cassidy’s cunt!”

“Shut up, you fucking idiot,” Bull snaps with a groan when I shove him back on the floor, and every brother, including the older generation, freezes in shock at their words.

“He-he didn’t expect her to fight back; they were supposed to make it look like she came onto him,” Butch continues anyway as Anchor grabs hold of his head and twists. The fucker’s body falls to the floor, dead, and I slowly turn my head to Bull, who looks ready to piss himself.

“You wanted my patch, my legacy, so badly after you ratted out your old MC to their rivals, then you allowed your blood brother to assault my woman, a woman I chose as mine,” I growl.

He swallows hard. “H-he didn’t even touch her, anyway; she k-killed him before that….”

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