Chapter 17
17
Steal
“Alright, Prez, I’m here, and I have my laptop. Now, what’s so important?” Piston asks as he walks into my office without knocking, and I drop the letter I continue to punish myself with, reading it daily.
For six fucking weeks, Cass has done everything in her power to dodge me. I’ve allowed her, mainly because Acid needed me to look out for his girl and brother while he got his head sorted out, but I haven’t stopped watching her, trying to see her.
If she’s at The Fight, I’m there, she just didn’t see me…until last night. I walked her to her car, but she didn’t say anything to me, and I know the wall is back up, and I can’t fucking have that. I need my girl back.
“Look, brother, we’ve got Aiden, he’s gone, and the Killers are dead, minus the ones that have scrambled away. Axe is being monitored, especially after he tried claiming not to have been the last to see Aurora until we showed him the footage, and we’re deep into trying to find her. Acid is finally back and is proposing to and marrying Perrie next week at the gym. Everything is finally settling down, and I just….”
Piston sits down, and says, “You want your girl back.”
I nod. “I do, but in order to do that, we need to go through the footage from that day; we need to inspect every brother Bull has had private conversations with, and finally get that fucker off club grounds—along with Faith.”
This bullshit has been put off for too long.
He smirks. “Well, lucky for you, I was looking through more footage before church this morning.” I raise a brow at him. He lifts the laptop and does something before turning it my way. “Four brothers, one older generation, Butch, and three others, Slider, Dog, and Saddle, have all been caught in silent group conversations while looking around to ensure they weren’t being watched.”
I sit back and confirm, “They’re the ones Brute and Bull recruited when Brute was Road Captain?”
Piston nods, glee filling his dark green eyes. “Yes, they are. And I’ve also found footage of Faith, Slider, Dog, and Saddle having an orgy, and by orgy, I mean, Saddle lying underneath Faith, his cock in her ass, Slider fucking her cunt on top, while Dog fucks Slider’s ass….”
I blink and then blink again, hating the image that just popped into my head, and I say, “I could have gone my whole life without visualizing that, brother.” He grins before pressing another button. Then, instead of visualizing, I see the act on screen.
“Oh God, yes, baby,” Faith screams, and I wince.
“Fuck’s sake, Piston,” I groan as the brother's moans and groans echo in my office, and he laughs as he clicks off the video.
“How does it feel to know you’ve basically fucked those three brothers, because I can tell you now, they aren’t wrapping up,” he goads, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“Got a little news flash for you, brother,” I state, and he raises a brow at me, but shock soon takes over when I state, “I haven’t fucked Faith since that last day in her dorm room before I saw Cass walking outta hers.”
“Fuck,” he chokes out, and I nod.
“Now that you’ve fucking scarred me for life, what else did you find out, fucker?” I demand, and he chuckles before turning on another video, though this one makes me sit up as I see Cass hurrying to the back of the common room to stay away from Brute.
“She’s avoiding him?” I confirm.
He nods. “Every time Cassy came to the clubhouse, Brute and Bull and the four brothers, she’s kept her distance. If they’re walking toward her, she changes direction, they go into the kitchen, she instantly rounds the table and walks out without them going near her, and every time, she’s done it discretely.”
Motherfucker….
“How fucking long has she known they were bad fucking eggs?” I ask in shock.
Piston winces. “I’m guessing as soon as they met or maybe a few hours later. Cass is good at reading a person’s character, but that’s not all.” He brings up another video, and this time, I stand as he states, “This here shows Slider diverting any brother that tries to enter the hallway near the kitchen around the time Brute was stabbed, and if I rewind,” he does as he says, then hits play again, “you can see Faith watching your bedroom door before turning and nodding at Brute who then grins and stands.” He zooms in. “And if you look real close….”
Anger like no other fills me as I watch Brute shove Cassidy into the kitchen before the screen goes blank.
“I was so fucking focused on watching Faith, I missed it. I’m sorry, brother,” he says, his voice full of guilt and sorrow, but I shake my head.
“Nah, that’s not on you. You were going through a lot with Natalie,” I say, running a hand through my hair. I demand, “I want you to recheck the accounts from four years ago when the money was disappearing, and then see if you can access Brute’s and Bull’s, along with Faith’s, and those other four fucker’s accounts. We never did find it, and now I think it’s because we were looking at the clubwhores, not the brothers, thinking they could be trusted.”
He nods seriously, and I pick up my bike keys.
“As soon as you have the evidence, call me, and we’ll get those fuckers in the outhouse. I have a girl to go and confront about exactly what happened in that kitchen.” He nods as I walk out my office, knowing he’ll lock the door for me.
It takes me longer than usual to get to the hospital due to New York traffic, but when I get there, Cass is just walking out of the doors, her head in her bag, but when I rev my bike, her head shoots up in shock.
Ignoring the defiance she instantly shows me, I pull up next to her car.
“Steal, please…. It’s been four years,” she tries.
I spit, “Exactly, four years without the woman who holds my heart.” She swallows and looks down. I clear my throat before asking, “When exactly did you know Bull and Brute were bad eggs?”
Her head shoots up, causing bits of her dark red hair to fall out of her messy ponytail, her hazel eyes wide, and I shrug. “I’ve seen a lot of footage tonight, Trouble, and most of it is you avoiding them…before Brute shoves you into the kitchen after Faith gave him the nod.”
Her eyes tear up, and she begs, “Please, Steal, just let it go.”
I shake my head and climb off my bike before getting into her space and cupping her jaw.
“I can’t,” I admit, “because those fuckers have been inside my clubhouse while you’ve been in hiding. I’ve lost four years with you because of their influence over the club.” My eyes race between hers, and I ask, “How long, Trouble?”
She sniffles and drops her arms, her bag falling off her shoulder, but she quickly catches it with her hand as she admits, “Two hours after going to the clubhouse for the first time, Bull and Brute told me you were Faith’s, and I was nothing but a patch chasing whore who will get her comeuppance for stealing you away from her. They said Dog had first dibs.”
My nostrils flare with anger, my pulse racing, and even though I don’t want to know, I know I need to, so I ask, “And what exactly happened in that kitchen?”
Her eyes race between mine before she tears my world down. “He shoved me into the kitchen counter, my stomach smacked the edge before he told me he’d always wanted me, and when I tried to fight back, he trapped my arms…so I screamed.” Terror fills her beautiful hazel eyes, and I suck in a breath at the pain consuming her. “He covered my mouth and then shoved his fingers inside me while Faith watched, giggling.”
I take a step back, linking my fingers behind my head. I fucking kicked her out, threatened to kill her, and that is what she went through, fucking sexually assaulted….
“When I saw the knife, I didn’t think; I just acted to protect myself. I didn’t mean to kill him, but when I turned, he stumbled back in shock, and I stabbed the knife into his heart.” Her tears fall. “When you chucked me out, I went to the E.R, my mentor Dr. Carmichael was the one to see me. He had torn my walls because of how dry I was and how rough he was….”
I shake my head, pain and fury taking over, but my phone goes off. I lock eyes with Cassidy as I get it out and only break eye contact to check the message.
Piston: Only Saddle, Dog, and Slider’s accounts showed the missing money. They’re waiting in the outhouse. None of the older generation know.
I breathe heavily at his words, and revenge burns in my throat, knowing they stood guard, keeping brothers away so Brute could rape my fucking girl, my heart.
Cass asks, “What is it? You look ready to blow.”
I look at her, my eyes taking in the bags beneath her eyes, and instantly, I hate it.
She’s fucking tired and yet, she won’t accept my help, and I can’t even blame her.
Swallowing down my fury, I admit, “The three traitors who helped with your attack are tied up in the outhouse. Bull and Faith will be next.” Her eyes widen, and I promise, “They’re dead.”
That said, I kiss her forehead, before climbing on my bike. I take one last look at her, knowing I need to clean house at the club and won’t see her for a week, before spinning out of the hospital parking lot and driving toward the clubhouse.
It looks like Killian has the job watching my girl this week. If he keeps her safe, he’ll be patched in next month, because nothing is more important than my old lady, and old lady she is, even if she doesn’t want to admit it….