Steal (The Huntsmen MC #3)

Prologue

Steal – Twenty-Three Years Old

"Yes, right there, yes baby…." Faith says, gasping as she twists her hands in the sheets and moves her hips back against me with each thrust, causing slapping sounds to echo through the pink room.

A blinding fucking pink that a twenty-two-year-old woman should have grown out of it by now, but I'll put up with it because, like fuck I'll allow her in my room at the clubhouse. Fuck, I don't even allow the clubwhores in there, either.

Those bitches want a brother's patch, something I'll never give away. Don't get me wrong, I know Faith is one as well, but she's been my go-to girl since she was eighteen, after she made a pass at me, and it was easy not having to go running around, trying to find some pussy, especially when I refuse to fuck the clubwhores right now.

Faith grew up with me. Her father used to be an MC brother before he passed, and he has always been there. But Faith and I are not in a relationship, and I don't love her.

I don't love any girl, and I know she doesn't love me. The number of men she fucks is proof of that.

My soul focus is the club, and it helps that Faith's an easy lay.

My dad's the president of the Huntsmen MC, a brotherhood I'm due to take over within the next five years, with my best friend Travis, now known as Anchor, as my vice president. There's nothing I want more than to ensure I keep up the work my dad's done, to make him proud, and to hope the brothers can see I'm not some spoiled ass with a silver spoon in my mouth.

I need the brothers to see me as the hard-working man I've always been, and ensure they know that won't change, and that I'm still not that idiotic fourteen-year-old teenager who stole his dad's bike and crashed it, giving me the road name “Steal.” As busy as I am with the club, I don't fucking need a bitch.

Having an old lady is never going to fucking happen. A woman who becomes a brother's center, his life, is not my fucking thing, especially not right now; this bitch, Faith, is just easy.

Faith's cunt barely flutters around me with how loose she is but, fuck me, is she wet, which helps keep my dick hard, something I've been struggling with her lately. But, as I said, she's easy and it helps that we've grown up together….

I grip her hip and the headboard, and thrust harder into her, causing the bed to knock loudly against the wall, but I don't two shits.

Her moans get louder as I grunt, sweat building at the base of my spine, and my breathing picks up.

"Please, please, please!" she cries as I fist her bottle-blonde, shoulder length hair, and imagine the two clubwhores at three this morning fucking each other, knowing Faith won't make me come.

I picture Angel, her bright blue eyes sparkling, lust shining through as Ginger eats her out, her curly ginger hair being fisted in Angel's hand as Angel arches her back and opens her mouth with a silent scream as she moves her hips.

And that does it; my balls tighten and, not willing to come before her, I let go of Faith's hip and find her clit, pinching it hard, causing her to detonate.

She screams, making me wince as I quickly pull out, not one for coming inside a girl, even wearing a condom. I grip my dick and gently tug it as cum spurts from my tip, and I groan as Faith collapses on her stomach, breathing hard.

Grabbing hold of her arm, I turn her as I pull the condom off my cock, and she opens her mouth willingly as I empty the condom into her mouth, and my dick twitches as she moans, swallowing my cum.

Her brown eyes darken with lust as she licks her lips, and I smirk as I climb off her queen size bed, trying to ignore all the fucking girlie shit she has in her dorm room.

Fuck, she's hung her cheerleader pompoms from high school on her wall, her uniform pinned underneath them.

"Have you spoken to your dad about me getting an apartment?" she asks as she covers her body with sheets while I grab my jeans, put them on, sans boxers, and slip on my boots.

I look her way as I grab my tee, and I state, "You fucked your professor, had a full-blown affair, then tried blackmailing him when he ended things because his wife had found out she was pregnant; there's no chance my dad is going to rent an apartment for you, especially when you only have three months left of college."

Whether she graduates is another fucking question. She's been barely scraping by.

I grab my cut as she glowers at me and snaps, "I've been at college for four years, and like hell am I moving in with my mother when I graduate!"

I nod. "Yeah, I know, but you've also caused a lot of shit for my dad. Just be grateful he paid for your schooling after Cannonball died."

Her face turns red, but I ignore it and grab the condom, placing it in the bag I carry, not willing to leave it.

Rumor has it that she tried to get herself knocked up by Tracker, a nomad brother. She had a crush on him and wanted him to stay, but it clearly didn't work, especially when he found his old lady.

"Why don't you stay for a little while longer, baby?" she says as I get to her door, and I roll my eyes at her instant change of behavior.

Faith may be an easy lay, but she's also possessive and wants all the attention, and suddenly I’m wondering whether or not I want to continue fucking her.

She's an easy lay, I keep muttering over and over in my head before I state, "No can do," and open her door and walk out, closing the door behind me, hearing Faith's curses.

I roll my eyes again and step forward when the door opposite Faith's opens as I put my cut on, making me look up. I instantly freeze at the vision walking out and, fuck me, a vision she is….

I swallow my tongue at the beauty that hasn't even noticed me.

Her deep red hair is up in a messy knot on top of her head, while her body, a fucking body made for sin, is covered by flared jeans and a checkered shirt.

She's fucking gorgeous, and I haven't even seen her face.

Licking my bottom lip, I stay still, waiting for her to turn, and when she does….

Deep hazel eyes connect with mine, and everything in me freezes. My blood boils, my fingers itching to grab hold of her.

Instantly, I want to claim her, something I swore would never happen, but I know she's mine, my body pulling me hard to connect it with hers….

She furrows her brows, her eyes going to the door I've just come out of before she rolls those beautiful eyes of hers, then shocks the shit outta me when she hikes her backpack over her shoulder and walks away, all while my eyes follow her.

She didn't even look twice at me…. Damn.

I smirk despite the overwhelming feeling that runs through me when she disappears around the corner. Something builds inside me, and without a second thought, I walk over to her door, wiggle the handle, and it opens, making me grin.

She forgot to lock it.

Licking my bottom lip, I enter the room, needing to know more about the vision, and see a single bed along the side wall. The room is quite plain except for the dark purple throw over the bed.

I look around the neat room before my eyes land on a vanity, and walk over to it, before scanning the several photos she has. My mouth parts at a photo of her wearing a cap and gown, most likely from her high school graduation with, fuck me, Perrie Halliwell from the Huntsmen Grub, a young girl wanting to earn her own money, a girl my father hired in the kitchen as a dish washer. Then I see another photo with her a little younger, grinning up at a man I recognize, John Halliwell, the owner of Halliwell's Gym.

I stand up straight and look around the room again.

I knew John had another daughter. He and my dad are buddies and went to school together, and some brothers attend his gym daily, myself included. However, I have never met his eldest, who, according to John, lives and breathes her studies unlike Perrie who could kick most the brothers’ asses despite her age.

My pulse races as my eyes go to the photo of her again, and I know instantly that I need her. A plan starts to form in the back of my mind as the smell of raspberry fills my senses.

I've never wanted to chase a woman before in my life, but she's different; she's a woman I'm going to make mine, my old lady, my wife….

Fuck.

Cassidy – Twenty Years Old

"Shit, shit, shit," I mumble as I grab my hair tie and put my hair up in a messy bun, looking around my room.

I'm running late. I overslept, and my alarm didn't even go off, or I forgot to set it, which wouldn't surprise me with how tired I'm feeling. I'm two years into my four-year undergraduate degree, hoping to get into medical school.

I'm currently a year ahead of where I should technically be for my age, but I'm exhausted between school, working part-time at the grocery store, and working at The Fight, an illegal fight club owned by the Rebels MC, fixing up their fighters.

I've been working my butt off, hoping to make my parents and my little sister proud, well, not my parents, more my dad. My mom's a money-hungry bitch, she always has been, and even though I rarely stay at home, I know she's been putting Andrea, Perrie's so-called best friend, before her own daughter.

The woman is selfish, and Dad needs to open his eyes and realize his girls don't need to see their parents together anymore.

He deserves all-consuming love, not one full of dread of going home.

"Please, please, please ," I hear from underneath my door, snapping me out of my head. I roll my eyes, knowing it's most likely that Faith girl yet again.

I swear the girl is selling her body or something, which is fine, you know each to their own all that, but not in school.

The number of men she has coming over…and each time she comes, she squeals.

God knows how she gets away with that kind of shit, then again, I heard she had a full-blown affair with her professor, and yet here she is, still in school.

Shaking my head, I look at my clock and curse again as I quickly grab my bag, ensuring I have all my books. I can't afford any setbacks. Dad had to remortgage the house to pay my tuition after my school counselor gave me the wrong cutoff date for a scholarship, and if I let him down, I'll never forgive myself.

Looking around the room again, ignoring how bare it looks, I quickly grab my keys off my vanity and head to the door.

As soon as I shut my door, I drop my bag, and I sigh.

Today is not starting off too well.

Grumbling, I pick my bag up but frown when my skin tingles, and I look up when I feel eyes on me, locking eyes with the grayest ones I've ever seen. I suck in a breath.

Dark hair that's long on top and short at the back and sides, chiseled jaw, and don't get me started on the way his jeans hug his legs, and the way his MC cut hugs his muscular back….

I swallow hard. The man is, yeah, wow.

You don't get men like this one on campus. Usually, it's frat boys acting like idiots and being crude toward women. This man is a man’s man, and way out of my league.

I blink, trying to shock myself out of my lust-filled head, and look behind him, realizing what room he came out of. Faith’s. Disappointment hits me when I remember the screaming, and I realize he's now most likely got an STI.

Ah well.

Shaking my head, I hike up my bag, hurry down the hallway without a backward glance, and rush to the stairs, hoping I'm not late for my biology class.

Professor Winton hates tardy people, and normally, he locks them out, and ogling a guy that's just screwed Faith, of all people, is definitely not worth a lockout.

God, I hope he doesn't lock me out….

"Okay, class, that's it for today," Professor Winton shouts and everyone starts packing up their things.

Thankfully, I made it with one minute to spare. When I ran in, huffing and puffing, he raised a bushy white eyebrow at me, making me wince.

The man is intense.

"I want you all to complete the thesis on antibiotic resistance by next Tuesday. The paper will count as twenty percent of your grade." Everyone groans and starts filing out but just as I get to the bottom step of the lecture hall, he says, "Cassidy," and panic hits but I swallow it down and turn toward him.

He gives me a slight smile and reminds me, "You turn in that paper, and next year will be your last at Halls College. Make sure you make it count."

My heart hammers in my chest, and I nod, mumbling, "Yes, professor," before following everyone out.

I'm aware of what I need to do, and God, is it a lot of pressure. I don't have a life; it all revolves around my schoolwork and this class. My advisor added it on when he realized I could handle the courseload I was given last year, my freshman year. If I get less than a 90% on this paper, then I have to retake this class, and I won't graduate next year.

Like I said, it's a lot of pressure, but I'm willing to take on it for Dad and Perrie.

My stomach grumbles as I leave the massive brick building, reminding me that I've missed breakfast, when a voice echoes, "Cassidy Halliwell," making me look up.

Everyone around me has stopped, looking at the man sitting astride his bike and then at me, and I know my cheeks have turned red, but I ignore the feeling as I furrow my brows. I recognize him from this morning, and turn to walk away when he speaks again, halting me.

"You know, I knew John had another daughter, but he never mentioned she was rude…." He says cockily, and I sigh as people start to snicker, and I know I'm not going to be able to keep walking without being the laughingstock of school.

Dammit.

Grumbling, I turn and head his way. He smirks but I ignore it and look into his shades, refusing to acknowledge the way he looks sitting on his dark red Harley.

"What can I do for you?" I ask. "Did my father send you?"

He lifts his shades onto the top of his head and replies, "He didn't. He doesn't even know I'm here."

I nod, trying not to fidget with all the people staring, and ask again, "What can I do for you then?"

He smirks. "You can let me take you out."

I raise my brow with disbelief, expecting him to say psych , but all he does is tilt his head, his eyes staring at me like he’s staring into my soul.

Crap, he means it.

I give the man a tight smile, causing him to narrow his eyes as I state, "As honored as I am that you want to take me out, I uh, um, have to decline." I take a step back and admit, "Don't take this wrong way, but you have player written all over you, and with whose room I saw you walk out of this morning, I don’t think you can argue my conclusion."

His brows hit his dark hairline, but I ignore his shocked reaction and give him a slight wave before leaving him sitting there.

As hot as he is, I don't fancy an STI.

"Thanks for coming in on short notice, Cass," Mr. Hellen says loudly as I grab my coat and smile at the elderly man.

One of the other workers, whom I haven't met yet because we're always on different shifts, was a no-show, and Mr. Hellen called after I'd finished my last class to ask if I'd cover half the night shift.

It's nearly one in the morning, and I'm dog-tired. I still need to finish my papers, and I have a class at eight in the morning, but I can't complain because he's paid me double.

I give Mr. Hellen a wave and leave the store before I tilt my head up and blow out a breath into the cold air, my eyes taking in the lights that fill the night sky, covering the stars in Brooklyn.

I've lived my whole life in New York and have never seen the stars. I could travel to the Hamptons, but that would cost money I don't have.

Sighing, I wrap my coat around me and head to my Nissan Versa, which my dad bought me for my sixteenth birthday. I dig into my bag for my keys, but as I get close, I feel eyes on me and look up. I jump back at the figure leaning against my car.

My heart races as I fist my hands, ready to fight, when the figure pushes up and walks into the light.

I sigh in relief when I see it's the guy from this morning.

I know I should technically have my guard up, but something deep down inside tells me he won't hurt me, which makes me an absolute idiot considering it’s the middle of the night and I’m alone with a stranger.

"You know, this has could be consider stalkerish," I huff, placing my fisted hands on my hips.

The man smirks. "Not really, especially if your dad told me you worked here and got called in."

What the heck, Dad?

I try to be unaffected and tilt my head. "I'm guessing you use my dad's gym?"

He shrugs. "Sometimes, but that's not how I know your dad." I raise a brow, and he stops just shy of his chest, touching mine, causing me to tilt my head upward to lock eyes with him. He grins. "Your dad and mine went to school together. They're good friends."

I furrow my brows and mutter, "There's only one man my dad is good friends in an MC, and that's Hammer."

He smirks and nods in confirmation. Huh.

"So, you're Colt Brody, then, his son?" I confirm.

He grins. "That, Trouble, I am, though the brothers call me Steal."

"Trouble?" I question, trying to ignore the way it came out breathy.

This man is, well, he's all man….

"You seem like you're trouble, and if what your dad has said over the years is true, the name suits you."

I roll my eyes. "Okay, so I crashed the car, but that doesn't mean I deserve the name trouble."

Colt laughs and retorts, "Five times, you crashed his car five times ." I wince. "And besides, I got my road name by stealing my dad's bike and crashing it."

I snort, remembering Hammer telling my dad that story. My dad actually side-eyed me, hoping I wouldn't get the idea to do the same after he banned me from driving his cars. It's why his Mustang will become Perrie's when she's older, and even though my little sister is only fourteen, she can drive much better than me.

Colt gently brings his hand up and tucks my hair behind my ear, making me suck in a breath before he whispers, "All I'm asking for is a drink, that's it, and if you don't have a good time, if you think we don't have this crazy connection I’ve feeling since we locked eyes this morning, then I'll leave you be. All I'm asking for is one chance, and the fact that your dad told me where you would be should tell you how much he trusts me with his daughter."

I swallow hard as my eyes race between his.

College and medical school, that's been my main focus. I never allow anyone close, go to parties, or date. All I've wanted to do was to make my dad proud, my sister proud, and the fact my dad sent this man my way does express how much he trusts him, but it also shows how much he wants me to live, though this guy did screw Faith….

He raises a brow, and I swallow hard.

Do I want this?

He pinches my chin, tilts my head, and says, "Just one date…."

One date…. What's the worst that can happen?

Clearing my throat, I whisper, "One chance, but not tonight. I'm tired, and tomorrow night, I need to work on my paper."

He grins wide. "Saturday. I'll pick you up at six, and I promise you, you won't regret it."

Shame I couldn't see that his promise was empty, that I wouldn't be his priority, even in my times of need.

It's a shame I ever allowed him into my life at all….