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racing, what should she do? Lying still she figured her best move would be to say nothing, not let Snake know she had over heard them. As soon as possible she would get away from him, and away from this place. There was no way she was going to end up living here. What she had done might have been wrong, but that did not justify he punishing her by making her a whore.
    Either time was passing by very slowly, or Snake was not coming back to the room straight away. Faith decided to take a chance, and try to get away now. It tore her up inside to know he had simply been using her, that his sweet words had simply been a way of getting her here.
    If she had grown up knowing how to trust people, she might not have over reacted. Instead, she felt betrayed.
    Faith had just learnt to trust him, and now she knew it had all been lies. People were unreliable, and out for themselves. She should have known better, he had tricked her, and she had fallen for it completely. It had been so easy, because it was all she had wanted her whole life, for someone to be there for her, and to have her best interest at heart. She should have known better than to put her trust in the President of the Dread Cult.

Snake
    Snake finished, and then flushed the toilet. His head was full of the information Crag had given him. He now had all the details he needed. Faith had his sympathy, her family, or at least her brother had betrayed her, and he knew what that felt like. Now he had to decide what to do.
    Trouble was, this was not something he could deal with on a personal level. To do nothing would make him seem weak, and he couldn't risk that.
    If Faith had trusted him enough to tell him first, he could have called his boys off, and the secret could have remained between them. Now Crag and a couple of the other guys knew, it was impossible to contain. Something would have to be done; some kind of retribution against the Castaways would have to be carried out. That would have the knock on effect of the Castaways dealing with her brother, Stan, and his friend Rob.
    Nothing he could do. The Dread Cult were his family, and as President, he had to stay true to them. He was torn, he had such hopes and dreams for a life with Faith, if he could learn to balance both sides of that life, things would work out. It was something his father had failed miserably at.
    His father had spent so much time on club business he had completely neglected his family. Never before had Snake wanted to even attempt to do a better job, he had chosen the club exclusively, pushing everything else aside. Now he wanted to be something else, a husband, and a father.
    He was going to have to be smart, and very persuasive, if he didn’t want to lose Faith while he cleared this mess up.
    Sighing he went back to the bedroom where he had left Faith sleeping. She wasn’t there. It took a moment for it to sink in. She was gone.
    “Shit,” he cursed aloud.
    Now he was back to being confused. What the hell was she up to? He could not tell if she was really who she said she was, or if she was a spy from the Castaways. Maybe Crag had been given a false story. But what did she have to gain from sleeping with him?
    He sat down on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. Thinking back over the last few hours, he felt foolish. He had spoken of children, of having her in his life all the time. Full time. Christ he had nearly proposed. Certainly, he’d been duped; the Castaways must have sent her to fracture the Dread Cult. And she had come so close to owning his heart, damn if he would make that mistake again.
    Angrily he pushed himself off the bed. Then he dressed, pulling on his vest and boots, catching the reflection in the mirror. The Dread Cult MC’s were his life, his family. He should forget about Faith before she damaged that family irreparably.
    His brain argued that she was his, he had branded her, and he was going to go and reclaim his property.
    It was OK though, she needn’t expect to