Page 29 of Piston

He bangs on the window as I put my car in reverse and slam on the gas, the tires squealing.

I look in the rearview mirror to ensure he’s not following, only to see him hopping on one foot and holding his other. I snort.

I ran over his foot. Priceless.

My heart races as I drive up to the gates of the clubhouse.

I can’t keep this to myself anymore; I need Piston’s help. The man knows where I live now, which means Cooper is at risk.

The prospect, Cam, lets me in with a wave and a wink. I smile tightly and drive through, pulling up near Piston’s bike. I swallow hard, scared.

I should have just told the truth two years ago; I never should have tried to protect him. After all, he’s a big boy and didn’t even want an old lady or a wife.

I climb out of my car with my heart in my throat, and walk toward the front door.

This is the second time I’ve been here; the first, I lied and said I wasn’t pregnant, and now I’m about to admit I lied again.

Awesome.

With sweaty palms, I open the door carefully and walk in, the music is loud, the base vibrating through me. I stop at the top of the four steps by the door, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the room.

I look around to see some brothers are, holy shit, they’re having threesomes out in the open, really?

A woman is on all fours, a brother underneath her thrusting up while another one screws her from behind; his hands, though, are gripping the other brother’s ass, not the woman’s.

Alright, to each to their own and all that….

I blink, then blink again when I see another brother being sucked off near the bar while, to my left, two women aregrinding on each other naked, twisting each other’s nipples and moaning, while a brother….

Pain slams into my chest, recognizing the back of the brother, who’s watching the two women get each other off.

He has a beer in one hand, and his head is tilted while he squeezes his member through his jeans, and my tears fall.

It’s not physically cheating, but he it’s still cheating, he’s still getting hard for someone who isn’t his wife, he is still engaging in a sexual activity with someone who isn’t his wife.

Does he really hate me this much after five years?

We never went to other people in the three years we were together; we were basically exclusive but not in a relationship. He laughed and smiled all the time. He held me when I was sad and helped me forget my past, yet here he is…cheating.

More tears fall at his betrayal—I’ve done nothing wrong in this whole fucked-up mess. I quickly wipe them away and turn, leaving.

Maybe I should pack my stuff, leave town, give him his cut back, and start somewhere new.

As I get through the door, I bump into what feels like a wall, knocking the air out of me, and I fall on my ass with a grunt.

Laughter rings out, and I look up, locking my eyes with Steal’s deep gray eyes.

He grins, his eyes sparkling with laughter before he bends down and offers me a hand, which I accept.

Damn man is made of Steel, though that’s not how he got his name, considering his is spelled S-t-e-a-l.

Something about stealing his dad's bike when he was fourteen, and crashing it into the club gate.

Shaking his head, he asks, “Where’s the fire, sweetheart?”

I freeze, the image of what I’ve just walked in on hitting me, and my eyes sting. Steal sighs, probably understanding what I just saw.

I give him a shrug before kissing his cheek, and then walking toward my car.

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