Chapter 5
5
Steal – Twenty-Seven Years Old
Cassidy gasps as I suck her clit into my mouth while slowly rubbing her walls with my two fingers, the sounds of wetness echoing in my room at the clubhouse.
Fuck me, she tastes delicious, and this right here, I’ll never get tired of.
I feel her walls flutter around my digits before wetness spreads over them, and I moan, knowing she’s just squirted, and quickly remove my fingers and place my mouth over her entrance, sucking in the juices like a starved fucker.
“Colt…” she moans, lifting her hips, and I quickly climb up her body, taking her lips with mine, shoving my tongue into her mouth, ensuring she can taste herself as I line up my cock at her entrance and thrust forward hard.
Cass breaks the kiss, throwing her head back in pleasure, and I grunt. “Fuck, Cass, that’s it, squeeze me,” I rasp as I hook my arms underneath her legs and lift them, before I thrust hard and fast.
I’ve spent all morning teasing her body, making her beg for her orgasm, and my balls are so fucking heavy it’s uncomfortable.
I tilt my hips, thrusting harder as her walls flutter, the signs of another orgasm rising, and I take her lips again, needing her connected to me.
She screams into my mouth as she comes again, and her walls strangle my dick, causing my balls to empty, my orgasm taking over as I lose control and rut into her. I groan, swallowing her sounds with my kiss.
Once my cum stops coming out, I bottom out inside her and break the kiss, placing my sweaty forehead against hers as I breathe heavily.
“Morning, Trouble,” I rasp. She doesn’t reply, making me sigh, knowing she’s mad, but she does wrap her arms around me, holding me close. I close my eyes, trying to stop the guilt that’s building. Last night, instead of being with her and eating the dinner she cooked to celebrate my birthday, I ended up picking Faith up from some guy’s house.
Faith said she felt unsafe, and the old timers questioned why I hadn’t picked her up yet, and despite taking over for my father, the fuckers, mainly Bull and Brute, are questioning me daily.
The sooner Cass puts my fucking cut on, the better. In the meantime, hopefully, lots of orgasms can help her forget my fuck ups.
I sigh and throw my pen on my desk, already having enough of this shit, especially when I’d rather still be in bed with Cass, where she still is, trying to make up for my no-show last night.
The books are showing over $45,000 missing from the club’s accounts, something my father was trying to figure out until he decided to hand the reigns over to me last month and caught me up on everything, before he whisked my mother away on a much-needed vacation. something he’s planning on doing a lot now he’s handed the reigns over. Already I feel like I’m fucking failing because more money disappeared yesterday.
The money going missing will cause an uproar in the club. No one knows at the moment, only Piston, formally known as Eli, Acid’s brother, being the tech whizz that he is, and he’s trying to trace it. The problem is most of the paperwork wasn’t logged on the computer until we took over, the older generation preferring paper logbooks which, most likely, was what made it easy to cheat the fucking accounts.
I groan and drop my head back, the image of Cass lying in my bed this morning with nothing but a sheet covering her and a just fucked look on her face fills my mind, and my cock hardens, wanting her again.
Those first two months after her dad died without her was hard, and my cock was not pleased, but then the extra three months she refused to sleep with me after I finally got her back when she requested space, my dick nearly fucking fell off with how much I used my fist. Since then, I’ve spent as much time as possible inside her.
For two weeks, I spent every night in front of the small apartment she rented two days after she graduated, which pissed me off. I was hoping she’d move into the two-story house with a wraparound porch I had built on club land, but she refused, which means, until I prove myself to her, she won’t be touching the leather in my safe, and she’ll only stay a few nights a week, and only in my club bedroom.
She’s still distant from me, and I don’t blame her most days.
I’ve tried to ensure she was put first, especially after I missed her graduation, but it’s not been easy. The club has taken most of my focus, and every time Faith had a problem, I was called out to help her.
The brothers haven’t been happy with Cass lately, so this is her punishment.
She’s apparently caused quite a lot of arguments with Faith over the last two years, and Cass even slapped her without any just cause—according to Faith that is. Dad had to ban my girl from the club for a month for it, which I know he didn’t want to do, and fuck me, was I disappointed in her for taking the bait, for allowing Faith to get in her head while I was in church. Then there’s the fact she disappears three nights a week, refusing to tell me where, and with how distant she’s become, it’s hard not to believe she’s cheating as Faith accuses her of, and I fucking hate myself for thinking it.
Is she only with me for my cut?
If she were, she would have accepted it by now , a voice whispers back, making sense, and I sigh before running my hand through my hair, hating where my thoughts have gone yet again.
I check my phone, knowing I’ve ignored it since I’ve been in my office, and see four missed calls from Faith. I roll my eyes, put it down again, and run a hand down my face.
I feel so fucking torn.
I love Cass with everything I am, and I know I’m losing her, but the arguments, the pettiness, it’s causing the brothers to get pissed me, and honestly, I’m tired….
“Steal,” Faith gasps as she barges into my office without knocking. Tears run down her face, and I silently groan.
“What now, Faith?” I snap, knowing this is going to be about Cassidy and most likely ensure the club hates her even more.
“It-it’s Brute, she-she killed him, Cassidy k-killed him,” she sobs, and I raise a brow and snort, but she snaps, “I’m not lying; I saw her stab a knife into his heart in the kitchen! She’s covered in his blood!”
My mouth parts at the truth that shines back at me, and I scramble to get up and run out of my office, slamming the door on my way.
I run down the hallway and into the common room, ignoring the brothers' confused stares before stumbling into the kitchen. I freeze in shock at the scene before me, my mind unable to believe it.
Cassidy stands in shock, her eyes wide as blood coats her hands, arms, and shirt, while Brute lies in a pool of his blood, a knife sticking out of his chest.
“What the fuck!” I rasp, snapping Cassidy out of her shock, and tears begin to fall, fear shining from those hazel eyes.
“She killed him, Steal. She started on me, yet again, because you picked me up yesterday, then she picked up the knife…. Brute stepped in and saved me,” Faith cries behind me while Cass says nothing, only stays frozen.
“Y-you have to avenge your brother, a man who was like an uncle to you, Steal. You need to kill her,” Faith continues, and everything inside me dies.
If the older generation brothers see this, they’ll want her blood; they won’t want to hear her side of things; a brother is still a brother; he’s still family while she refused to take my cut.
Fuck, fuck, fuck….
Pain, absolute pain hits me, knowing what I have to do to save her, and it’s going to kill me, and Piston and Acid will hate me for it, but at least she’ll be alive….
Fuck, why did she do this, fucking why!
Swallowing the lump forming in my throat, I put a hard face on, trying to ignore the way my eyes tear up and storm over to Cass. With all the strength I can muster, I grab her by the hair, making her gasp in shock, and drag her out of the kitchen and into the common room.
The brothers all quiet while Acid jumps from his seat, doing exactly what I’d hoped he do and defend her, and with absolute heartbreak, I shove Cass and grab my pistol, aiming it at her head while silently praying she’ll one day forgive me for this.
“What the fuck!” Acid snaps before throwing himself between Cass and me, and my heart pounds as I growl, “Get out the fucking way, Acid!” my body shaking with pain.
Piston steps up next to Acid and snaps, “We aren’t going to let you shoot someone we see as fucking family all because you’re our prez, Steal. Cassidy is family!”
My nostrils flare as a crying Faith grips my arm, and the hurt shining in my girl’s hazel eyes breaks me.
“Fucking move now!” I boom, hoping I’m fooling everyone, and Acid moves in front of Cass, proving to me how fucking amazing he is.
“Listen, Ollie; I w-won’t have you hurt. Perrie has l-lost too much as it is, s-she can’t lose you too,” Cass whispers, her voice trembling, and instantly I want to fold up into a ball and fucking cry as he refutes, “And she can’t lose you!”
Fuck, Perrie is never going to forgive me for this, is she?
I release the safety on my gun for show, causing the brothers to tense, hoping they’ll prove their love for my girl, and Acid holds his arms out, “Go on then, shoot me, a brother, someone you fucking sponsored, just so you can shoot the woman you claim to love, a woman you promised to keep safe.”
My jaw tenses, and I reluctantly admit, “She killed Brute. Stabbed him in the heart….”
Acid raises his brow, not believing it, but unfortunately, it’s the truth, and he snaps, “You saw it with your own two eyes, did you?”
I flare my nostrils, because I know I fucking didn’t, and regretfully lie, “Faith saw her do it, and I trust Faith's words over hers.” I nod over to Cass, who lets out a sob. I try not to flinch, hating that I’ve said this, hating that I’m making her believe I don’t trust her word, because I fucking do, but she needs to run, at least until I can somehow fix this fucking mess.
Piston says, “Since when do you take word of mouth from a woman who wants your patch, Prez? I have cameras in that kitchen and yet you’ve gone from zero to a hundred, all on the say of someone you used to fuck, someone who has been trying to split you and Cassidy up since day one.”
Since the old timers will want to fucking kill her even if it was an accident.
Brute was an original member, and he was also our road captain, one who had gotten some of our brothers arrested several times by fucking up the routes. Each time the van was, thankfully, empty of the guns and ammo we supply to other MCs and the cartels.
Acid is supposed to take over once he finishes college, but he’ll be taking over tonight instead.
“Put the gun down, Steal,” Anchor, my now VP, demands. The brothers all nod in agreement, making me relax just a tad. Anchor furrows his brows, seeing the movement, but he doesn’t question it.
I don’t drop the gun, seeing the glares the old timers are giving Cass, and I quickly sneer at my girl with pain shooting through me, “Pack your shit and get out of town, because if I see you again, you won’t have my brothers standing behind you; they’ll be standing behind me once they see the truth of what you did.” I look over her with a disgusted look on my face while in hindsight, I’m taking her in silently, promising to find her once this shit dies down. Piston tries to go for me, making me proud, before I add the nail into the coffin and state, “Faith was right about you; you’re nothing but a lying, patch-chasing whore. Now get the fuck outta my clubhouse!”
Faith digs her nails into my arm, and it takes everything in me not to shove her away as Acid guides Cassidy out, Piston watching his back. Only when they leave do I put my gun away and shake Faith off me.
“You are not seriously allowing that bitch to walk out of here!” Bull snaps, Brutes blood brother, and I swallow down my anger and snap, “Until we have the fucking proof, yeah, I am.” I look around the room. “Does anyone have a problem with that, or would you rather I kill someone who could be fucking innocent?”
The brothers all shake their heads while the old timers, some who weren’t happy that I took over last month, all narrow their eyes at me.
“Steal, you don’t believe me?” Faith asks with a quiver, and I lie, “Of course, I do, but we need the proof before the counsel brothers decide what to do.”
She nods and then lays her head on my shoulder, making me want to shove her away again, but she soon stumbles back when Piston gets in my face, and Anchor quickly rushes over and grabs him.
He fights his VP as he shouts, “You said you fucking love her, and yet you believe this fucking whore!”
Faith gasps, but I ignore her and keep my eyes locked on Piston’s before Acid shoves him away and gets in my face.
“Remember who the fuck I am, Acid!” I growl, not wanting him to get demoted already for disrespecting me.
He nods. “Yeah, I know exactly who you are. You’re my fucking friend who’s just destroyed someone I saw as a sister. You’re a man who got led by his emotions, allowing that bitch,” he points at Faith, who gasps, making me want to roll my eyes because we all know she’s a whore, “to get in your head instead of seeing the situation like a true president. You didn’t even get Cassidy’s side of things or demand Piston check the cameras he set up; you believed a woman who has wanted you for fucking years over a woman who gave you fucking everything.” My jaw ticks, and he chuckles darkly. “You are going to go to bed, and you’re going to sleep on this, and come morning, when Cass is gone with no trace, you are going to regret your actions, and you’re going to realize that you’ve just lost the best thing that ever happened to you.”
He takes a step back and curls his lip. “You’re my friend; you and your father saved me two years ago, especially after losing John, but right now, I can’t stand the fucking sight of you, and the thought of staying here under your leadership makes me want to hand my fucking cut in.”
My eyes harden at his threat before he walks off, and without a word, I storm out of the clubhouse, into the backyard, before I put a bullet in Faith’s head.
“You did that to keep her safe, didn’t you?” Anchor questions me as I get to the gate back gate, and I look his way.
His eyes show concern as well as pride.
“I didn’t have a lot of time. Faith wanted Cass out of the club, and what better way than telling everyone she killed Brute and having her killed.” I admit, “I don’t know what happened, but I do know she wouldn’t willingly kill someone. She’s a fucking healer.”
He nods. “If it were my girl, I’d do the same.”
I nod, knowing he would, if he hadn’t messed things up.
He and his girl were high school sweethearts, he even married her, and on the night that he became a brother, she found him screwing a clubwhore after they had an argument. He was drunk and high and didn’t realize what he was doing.
He’s regretted it ever since.
They’re still married, but only because he refuses to give her a divorce, and I’m the only one who knows that he has a kid with her. She doesn’t want their child in club life, and I don’t blame her, to be honest, because Ginger is still here and still tries to get his attention.
“Go fucking find her before she leaves, brother, and quick,” he insists, and I nod before running out of the gate, hoping and praying that she’ll understand.