Chapter 25
25
Steal
“The bitch climbed the back fence near your house and cut her legs on the barbed wire,” Piston says as I sit in my chair in my office, my blood boiling.
Killian is lucky to be alive, and Cass is currently stitching him up despite knowing our daughter is gone…because of me, because of my club giving Faith the mentality that she’s untouchable.
It’s all my fucking fault….
“Call church so we can go through the feeds and track that bitch. She’ll want to use Moira as leverage and wouldn’t have gone far,” I state, and he nods, looking at me with concern before leaving, knowing I need some space.
I can feel my pulse quickening as I look around the room, a room I always fucking wanted.
I spent years putting this club first, trying to be the man my father expected, but what did it cost me?
Faith believes she’s above everyone, wanting the title of queen bee within the club, so brothers betrayed us and tried to start a coup, I lost my woman, and I lost three years with my daughter, who has now been taken….
This club has cost me everything because I put them first, and now my daughter, who is probably terrified, is with a crazy bitch I fucked for years before meeting Cassidy.
I never should have touched Faith; this is my fucking fault.
Anger takes over, and I roar out my fear and rage, knocking my chair over and swiping everything off my desk before grabbing my laptop and throwing it against the wall. Frames clatter as my laptop smashes to bits and I move over to my bookcase and grab it, then pull, slamming it to the floor, causing it to split. Just as I go to grab a chair, my office door swings open.
“Colt!” Cassidy cries, but I ignore her and pick the chair up, throwing it at the wall. Before I can get the other one, she hurries to me and grips my cheeks. The pain and worry that shine through those beautiful hazel eyes tear me apart, and I break.
My tears fall, and she quickly wraps her arms around my neck, holding me tight.
“It’s my fault; it’s all my fucking fault…” I sob against her neck, and she squeezes me tighter. “I should never have come in strong, I should have used my fucking head, then Faith would be dead…. It’s my fucking fault, all my fault….”
“It’s not your fault,” Cass whispers as she slides her fingers into my hair.
I shake my head and confess, “I failed you, Trouble, I fucking failed you, and I failed our daughter….”
Cass pulls back and pins me with her gaze. Her eyes wet but full of sincerity as she states, “This is not your fault. You didn’t know she’d do this….”
I shake my head again, then press my forehead against hers, and whisper, heart breaking, “I’m so sorry, Trouble….”
She slowly closes her eyes as her tears fall. She takes a beat before she rolls onto her tiptoes and presses her lips against mine.
I don’t pull back and question her because I’m so in tune with her, so instead, I close my eyes and deepen the kiss as I snake my tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers as I wrap my arms around her, my hands going straight to her ass.
I grip it and pull her close as our kiss heats up. My cock hardens, her scent overtaking me, and knowing exactly what she wants, what she needs—a few minutes to forget the fear—I break the kiss and turn her, making her gasp as I bend her over my desk.
Without a word, I quickly pull her scrub pants and panties down along to her ankles while I unbutton my jeans and pull my cock out.
Placing the tip at her wet entrance, I thrust forward hard, pausing when I’m in, and I snake my arm around her, bringing my hand up to her neck. I gently wrap my fingers around her throat as I pull her up so her body is flush against mine.
I move my hips, bending a little at the knees as Cass turns her head, and our lips clash. I thrust my hips hard and fast, and instead of gripping the desk, she cups the back of my neck and holds my arm around her waist. She thrusts back against me all while we kiss sloppily.
I feel my spine tingle as her walls grip me, and I break the kiss and bite her bottom lip as she squeezes her eyes tight, and I know she’s coming.
My balls are heavy, wanting to empty, but I hold off, ignoring the sweat building at the base of my spine, and thrust harder, taking her in as she comes all over my cock, moaning. Her cunt squeezes me, wetness spreading between us, and I can’t hold back any longer. I let go of her lip and kiss her hard as I thrust three, four, five more times before spilling deep inside her. But I don’t stop our kiss, instead, I grip her neck tighter and taste her mouth, not wanting this to end, not wanting to remember what’s waiting for us outside of this moment.
Cassidy breaks the kiss, and I half expect her to pull away—I tense, waiting for it, but she presses her forehead against my chin and grips my hair tighter, whispering, “It’s not your fault, and know this, no matter what has happened between us, the reason I’m not falling apart, is because I know you’ll find her, and I know you’ll kill the bitch and anyone else who is a threat to our girl.”
My eyes tear up again at her trust in me. I just wish she trusted me this blindly with her heart.
She looks up, and my eyes race between hers, and I see it. I see the love she has for me, the hope she probably doesn’t want to feel, and that in itself gives me the hope that we’ll make it, but first, I need to correct some mistakes, and killing that bitch is right at the top.
I lean forward and kiss Cass’s lips gently, slowly tasting her, and she leans into me, our bodies still connected, and yes, I can feel my dick hardening again.
“Prez?” a knock sounds at the door, and I sigh against my girl’s lips.
“Piston, unless you want to see something you cannot unsee, do not open that door,” I say loudly against Cassidy’s lips.
Her cheeks redden, and I smile at how beautiful she looks.
“Ah yeah, right, okay. Uh, um, shit….” Cassidy grins at his fumbled reply, but it fades when he says, “Everything at church is set up…I’ve found more videos, brother….”
I swallow but keep eye contact with my girl as I reply, “I’ll be there in five.”
Her tears fall again as we hear Piston walk away, and slowly, I remove myself from her. I quickly put myself away, even though I want to stay inside her, before I slowly glide her clothes back into place, and then gently kiss her neck as I grab her hips and turn her to face me.
My eyes race between hers, and I state, “I’ll find our daughter.” She nods. “And I’ll ensure that bitch can never hurt her or you again.” Her tears fall and I cup her cheek, wiping them away. Her eyes widen when I promise, “And then I’ll be putting a ring on your finger, another baby in your belly, and we’ll be finding another home for our family because I’ll be handing in my cut.”
Her lips part, but I smile sadly at the acceptance I feel right now, and kiss her nose before grabbing her hand. I pull her out of my trashed office and into the common room.
“Western!” I shout, and he looks my way from behind the bar. "Grab Cam and clean up my office, please.”
He nods and moves, and I continue to the back of the common room. All the brothers look at us with concern, but I ignore them and guide Cass toward her tearful sister.
Bending, I kiss Perrie on the cheek and whisper, “Take care of her,” and she nods numbly before I turn and cup Cassidy’s cheek.
“I’ll be back soon, and I promise I’ll find our daughter,” I rasp, and she nods.
I place a gentle kiss against her lips before I guide her to the seat next to Perrie, who instantly takes her sister’s hand.
My heart breaks at the terror shining in my girl’s hazel eyes, and I kiss her forehead before turning and walking over to the door to church, not bothering to hand in my phone to the prospect. I slam the door behind me and round the table, but I don’t take a seat. Instead, I look at Piston, who nods and turns on the large TV before pressing buttons on his laptop, and a video plays on the screen.
We all watch Faith climb up the metal fence, wearing black shorts and a tank. We all watch as she tries to hold in a scream as she cuts her legs, and then jumps down, before grabbing a gun from her waistband.
Slowly, she looks around and then rushes over to my house. Piston presses a few more buttons, and another video plays, and we watch as she enters my home. Killian is sitting on the floor playing with my daughter, and I grit my teeth as he looks at the door before shock is written over his face. Quickly, he turns Moira toward the TV and stands, reaching for his piece, but he’s not quick enough as Faith shoots him and he falls, causing Moira to scream.
He tried to save her….
Faith sneers at my daughter before grabbing something out of her pocket, then we all watch in shock and horror as she rushes over to my crying daughter and stabs a needle into her arm.
Within seconds, Moira falls asleep, and I kick my chair in frustration.
“It gets fucking worse,” Piston rasps, and he presses a few more buttons. The CCTV from my garage comes on, and my breathing picks up when Tank, a brother who hangs around with Axe a lot, comes into view in the club’s truck. He opens the back door, and Faith throws my fucking daughter in before she kisses Tank hard, and climbs into the passenger seat, ignoring her bleeding legs, before the footage goes dead.
“He removed the tracking on the truck and has taken roads where there are no cameras,” Piston admits, and my nostrils flare.
“Where’s Axe?” I demand to know.
Acid speaks up, “In the common room. He’s been playing too fucking nice lately, brother, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he had something to do with this….”
My heart races as I shake my head. “We can’t confront him until we can find Aurora and Hannah.”
“So, how do we find your daughter, Prez?” Cannon asks, and I breathe deeply because here I am, yet again, trying to be a president and not a father.
Fuck, fuck, fuck….
My daughter’s life or Aurora’s, that’s how it feels right now….
“Steal,” Anchor says, and I look at him, “I know you feel like you’re being pulled in separate directions, I can see it in your eyes. We’re not going to put Aurora’s life in danger, you are not willing to do that, either, and we will find your daughter before dark….”
I nod and look down, trying to think.
I can feel my heart thump hard, but I ignore it. I can’t lose my daughter, and I can’t confront Axe because then we’ll never fucking find Aurora, a girl I’ve known since the day she was born.
Fuck….
I look up and blink as it hits me, and I look at Piston. “Track Faith’s necklace, the one I gave her when I became president; she’s stupid enough to still be wearing it.”
His eyes light up, and he quickly types on his laptop as Anchor asks, “Why in the fuck did you give her a necklace while you were with your old lady?”
I look at him and admit, “I had a feeling she was stealing from the club.”
He nods with pride that I thought of it, though she had no connection to the missing money, and was smart enough to stay out of it.
We all watch Piston, and I hope like mad that Faith’s stupid enough to wear the necklace when the church doors slam open and we look to see a tearful Perrie standing there.
“Cassidy received a text. It threatened you and Moira if she didn’t go to the docks…. Colt, she’s gone,” she cries, and my eyes widen in shock. I look at Piston, who has slammed his laptop lid down and has his phone out.
“She has her phone; the tracker is moving,” he states, and Perrie snarls, “You put a tracker on my sister’s phone?”
I round the table and state, “And there is one on yours, and this is why.”
Her eyes widen, but she nods, not arguing, and I rush past her and shout, “Harry, grab the other truck!”
The brothers all stand and watch, but I ignore them as Anchor shouts, “We may have a lead in Brooklyn,” bullshitting, not wanting to tip off Axe, who I see watching, with his phone in hand, out of the corner of my eye.
That fucker will get his comeuppance, because the feeling that he had something to do with Aurora’s and his old lady’s disappearance is strong.
Ignoring everyone, I run to bike and start her up before spinning out of the parking lot, Piston overtaking me to lead the way.
I’m coming, Trouble, I’m fucking coming, and damn, am I going to spank your ass for this….