Chapter 19
19
Steal
“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….”
I sneer at him, “Funny, because the reason she stabbed him was that he shoved her into the fucking counter and thrust his fingers inside her, tearing her walls at the force.”
His eyes bulge as his body trembles. I grab my knife and tear his shirt open, revealing his hairy tatted chest.
“P-please…” he begs, looking left then right for some help, but not one brother steps in.
Flaring my nostrils at the pathetic weasel, I dig the tip of my knife at the edge of his sword in the tree tattoo over his right pec, and drag it down.
He starts screaming and fighting against me, causing Bulldozer to grab and hold his arms above his head. Slowly, very slowly, ensuring it hurts, I carve out his tattoo before I pull it off his chest, and throw it next to him, blood splattering everywhere.
“Fuck…” I hear rasped, but I ignore it and sneer, “This is for my girl,” and stab the side of his neck, my gaze holding his as he chokes on his blood.
When his chest stops moving, his eyes vacant, I stand, breathing hard. “Cam, Harry, take his body to the outhouse, along with Butch’s, and throw them in front of the three traitors who were stealing from our club.” I look around the quiet room and state, “Saddle, Dog, and Slider, all three recruited by Bull and Brute.”
Anger and fury surround me when Piston says, “Faith is gone. That fucker messaged her one word: run.”
The men all curse quickly, catching up on what’s happened, and I confirm, “They all ensured no one would see or hear Brute attack Cassidy; Faith was the lookout.”
They all nod, and I shout, “Let’s go kill some fuckers!” and the brothers all cheer.
All three traitors received the wrath of the club, but only Acid, Piston, and Cannon received the kill.
“Faith fucking touches one hair on Cassidy’s head, I’ll tear her heart out,” Pitbull snaps, and every brother agrees, showing their support for Cassidy.
“They’ll have to get behind my wife first,” Acid chimes in, and I smirk.
He and Perrie married a few days ago at Halliwell’s gym, and honestly, it’s about fucking time. It was the first time I saw my girl after discovering what had happened that day.
The brothers and I had been cleaning house beforehand, ready to bring her—and now my daughter—home.
Three more brothers were burned in the outhouse, not realizing Piston was tracking everyone’s phones. They tried to implement an escape plan that backfired majorly.
Each had their tattoos removed and were then tortured to ensure no one else was involved.
Who fucking knew the clubwhores were more loyal than the actual brothers….
I nod. “All right, I’ll ensure Cass has a prospect on her as a precaution. Anchor will go through the club's financials and discuss the next fun run. This year, we’re raising money for the children’s hospitals across the state, and we need to float ideas.” I stand. “Now, I need to leave.” Everyone’s eyes widen, but I don’t say anything else as I hand the gavel to my VP, who winces, knowing exactly what I’m about to do, just not knowing what’s escalated it.
Without a word to the brothers, I walk out the hidden door, that leads from the church room, and round the clubhouse to my bike.
Cass did this to herself.
I was willing to give her time to realize I’m not going anywhere, I put my plan to kidnap her on hold, but after the revelation yesterday, I’m not holding back.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m mad but not mad at her; I can’t be. I held a gun to her head after dragging her from that kitchen, and that was after I put the club and that bitch Faith before her for four years, just to keep the brothers happy, to ensure they could trust me taking my father’s place, even though it’s supposed to be my legacy. So I’m not mad, but I’m also not holding back any longer.
I need my girl where she belongs, I need my daughter where she belongs.
Yeah, a fucking daughter….
I’m a dad, and I held a gun to my girl while she was pregnant with my daughter.
I shake my head and climb on my bike, and anger hits me, but not anger at her, anger at myself….
It took forty minutes, forty long fucking minutes.
I didn’t know what to do, but honestly, if she had just gotten into her car, I wouldn’t have resorted to desperate measures….
“You going to untie me yet?” Cassidy sighs from the backseat and I look in the rearview mirror, locking eyes with her furious hazel ones.
Okay, so when she refused to come with me, I may have grabbed her and tied her up, before shoving her in the back of the car as she cursed at me.
I panicked.
“Yeah, Trouble,” I admit before climbing out of the driver’s seat and looking at Killian as he parks my bike in its spot. When he looks my way, I say, “Take Harry and go grab the truck.”
He nods and does as I ask before I open the backseat, help Cass climb out, and quickly untie her.
I drop the rope on the ground before she suddenly tries to knee me, but I see it coming and grab her leg, then bend, throwing her over my shoulder.
“Colt!” she shouts, and I grin, loving that she didn’t use my road name.
I slap her ass, making her gasp in shock, then walk into the club with a purpose.
She can’t expect me to be alright with her and our daughter living elsewhere. I needed her; I felt like I couldn’t breathe with her gone, but now, I need her more than anything. I need our daughter, a daughter who has yet to even speak to me.
When I enter the common room, I intend to ignore everyone, even as they all look at me, shocked.
Anchor mutters, “What the….”
I lift my hand and sneer, “Not a fucking word,” determined to get her to my room where I know I can lock her in, but then Nat shouts, “Steal!” and I know I can’t ignore her.
I stop and turn and glare at her, knowing full well she knew, and I snap, “Not one word from you, either, missy. I’m still pissed you kept quiet. Something like this you should have told me, not keeping your fucking favor. This is between me and Cass. I know she’s your friend, but….”
She winces then blurts, “I’m in labor, the contractions are one minute apart, and I feel a lot of pressure.” She screams and clutches her belly, her eyes wide. I quickly drop Cass, and we both hurry to Nat.
Welp, here comes the next generation of Huntsmen.