Page 25 of Piston

Steal messaged me while I was at Canine’s getting fucking shock after shock from my wife. Someone from The Killers sexually assaulted one of our girls at the Huntsmen’s Angels, and we had a name because the fucking idiot told it to Cherry, and it wasn’t even his road name, either; it was his legal name. He wanted all the fucking credit for managing to sneak into the club without our face recognition cameras picking him up.

It took me an hour to find the fucker before Steal sent three brothers to go fuck him up, wanting to send a message, though, if I had it my way, I’d put a bullet in his head for raping one of our girls.

No means fucking no!

Then, I sat around for an hour, not wanting to risk detection for being in their system for too long, before hacking them again through a different firewall, keeping myself hidden with different coding.

It takes time, too much fucking time, and I’m getting impatient.

It’s been three hours since my wife basically told me to go fuck myself, and my mind has been fucking racing since.

“Come on, come on…” I mumble as I press enter, my eyes locked on the monitors.

This is the problem right here; she fucking consumes me. She did in college, which is why I made us basically exclusive sex only. It’s also why I said we couldn’t be friends after I graduated, because I knew, even then, that she’d become more to me than I wanted.

The fact I went looking for her after our first night together is proof of that.

Natalie Mathews pops up on my screen and I sigh in relief that not only I’ve found her but because she’s using her married name.

Shaking my head at my ridiculous thoughts, I quickly write her new address down.

Meadows Street.Huh….

I quickly clear my coding and lock the firewall, making sure there is no evidence to find, then shut my systems down. I grab my cut, put it on, and rush out of my room, ensuring the door is locked behind me.

The clubwhores here aren’t as bad as some clubs, like at the Untamed Hell Fire’s MC, where they break into your room and poke holes in your condoms and shit, but I refuse to chance it.

Hammer, before he retired and went out riding with Steal’s mom Mary, ensured every clubwhore signed a contract saying that not only do they have sex of their own free will, but if they break into a brother’s room, or try and trap a brother, they’ll be sued.

Every clubwhore is on the contraceptive shot, and the brothers still use condoms as a precaution.

I walk quickly down the hallway and into the common room, brothers putting their hands up to me in greeting on my way through. Desiree bites her lip and twirls her hair in her finger when I walk near her, but I ignore her and continue on my route to the front door, needing to see where my wife has been staying and, more importantly, with who….

It takes me fifteen minutes before I pull up near her house, parking behind a massive oak tree. I climb off and walk around the tree, leaning on it as my eyes take in the light blue house, flowers growing underneath the windows, Nat’s car parked outside.

I don’t see any other vehicle, and I swallow hard at the relief I feel.

My emotions are so fucking conflicted.

I know I’ll hurt her; it's in my blood, which is why I said we couldn’t continue after my graduation, but I can’t help but feel prideful that she wears my ring on her finger. Then I feel pissed because she betrayed me and trapped me, before fury takesover, because every time I have seen her, she’s not wearing my cut. Now, though, I’m proud about her new job.

Like I said, my emotions are everywhere, my fucked up past making it hard to know what the fuck I should feel.

I suck in a breath when I notice Natalie near the window, but when I notice she’s wearing what looks to be a man’s shirt, my body vibrates with anger.

She laughs and smiles at something or someone out of view before she shuts off the lights.

Motherfucker!

I watch for about two hours after the house is covered in darkness, my hands fisted at my sides.

She’s in there, and she’s not alone.

Trying to ignore the urge to bang the fucking front door down, I shove off the tree and walk over to my bike.

Without a care in the fucking world, I switch it on and rev the fuck outta it, before screaming away down the road.

She’s there with someone, she’s not alone, not alone….

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