Page 14 of Piston

Acid squeezes my shoulder, seeing where my thoughts have gone, and rasps, “Let’s pretend I didn’t see what she’s under on your phone, and you get going. It’s ten to six; come on, I’ll go with you.”

I nod, grateful to have him by my side, hoping she hasn’t trapped me to keep me.

Acid and I pull up outside of Cora’s just as Natalie walks out in her usual jeans and plain black tee.

Her black hair is up in a messy ponytail, and there are deep bags under her midnight blue eyes.

She looks up when I pull up next to her car, her eyes going to me, and then my brother. I watch as she nervously plays with her keys, but frown when I see a bruise on her hand.

“Hey Nat, what did you do to your hand, sweetheart?” Acid asks with curiosity, and she winces, looking our way sheepishly, and I sigh.

“What did you bump into this time?” I ask, exasperated.

The girl is a klutz, I fucking tell yah.

She scowls. “What makes you think I walked into something? Maybe I got into a fight….” I raise a suspicious brow, and she drops her arms in defeat, her bag just missing the ground. She snaps, “Fine, alright, I slammed it in my front door this morning, trying to stop it from squishing Bluebell because the damn thing tried following me out again!”

I snort, shaking my head, while Acid leans over and asks, “Who is Bluebell?”

I grin. “Her cat that’s supposed to be black but looks blue, and is an indoor animal but wants to be an outdoor one.”

Acid laughs while Natalie rolls her eyes, and I get serious now.

“What was urgent, Diamond?” I ask calmly, and all humor leaves my brother while her eyes tear up. Then she says the words I’ve been fucking praying not to hear.

“I’m pregnant….”

I didn’t want to, but, at that moment, I knew I had to give her my leather; I knew I had to marry her.

I refused to be anything like my father, so with just us, Acid and Steal, we got married at the courthouse, and I bought her an apartment a mile from the clubhouse.

Two months after giving her my last name, my cut, my fucking patch, something I never wanted to do, she showed up at the club to inform me the doctor claimed her pregnancy test was a false positive, and anger like no other fucking filled me.

She tried to fucking trap me for my patch, and it worked.

Desiree screams as her orgasm hits her, and I watch as Angel licks the juices gushing from her cunt as I take another gulp of my beer.

“Angel, Desiree, go play with another brother, fuck off the pair of you,” Steal snaps as he sits next to me.

Both women pout but don’t argue. They both stand, Desiree, struggling a little, her legs wobbly from her orgasm, while Angel licks her lips, not missing a drop of Desiree’s cum. They walk away, their hips swaying, their bare ass’s tempting for many, and yet, I’m still only semi-hard.

Steal growls low, and I sigh. “I’m not touching them, Steal, so I’m not cheating. I’m keeping my word.”

He doesn’t say anything for a beat, but I don’t look at him.

He believed what she said, that the tears she cried were real when she told me the test was false, and that she’d divorce me without any hassle.

Only she knows she can’t do that; she knows the club laws, and this fucker can’t say anything to me anyway. Not long back, the idiot held his woman, a woman I’ve fucking known for years, at gunpoint, threatening to shoot her if she didn’t leave club property, saying that lying patch chasers weren’t welcome, despite the club full of clubwhores.

“It’s not physical cheating, no, but it is emotional,” he finally says, and I snort.

“Seriously,emotional? We fuck maybe once a month, and that’s about it. If I had it my way, Steal, I would have taken that cut back, and given her divorce papers for trapping me this way.” Anger etches every inch of me, my body vibrating.

She didn’t fucking trap you and you know it, a voice whispers in the back of my head, making me scowl.

Steal reminds me, “Yet, you can’t….”

I scoff, “Why not, huh?” I look his way. “You’re the prez…why can’t you say okay, just this fucking once?”

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