Page 33 of Piston

Fuck’s sake….

Shaking my head, I move toward the front door but bump into Katie.

She grins, pushing her tits up, arching her back a little, her red blouse unbuttoned low. “Hey baby,” she says.

I roll my eyes and move around her, stating, “Fuck off, Katie, and find someone who isn’t married; this shit is just pathetic.”

I hear her growl over the music, but I ignore her.

Suddenly, a bang echoes, and glitter flies everywhere, including all over me.

The women laugh and giggle while the brothers curse, and I pause, slowly closing my eyes.

Could this day get any fucking worse?

“Piston, Aurora called. She’s struggling with math again,” Taylor, Cannon’s old lady, shouts over the music, and I groan.

Dammit.

Aurora is part of the club. Acid and I have known her since he joined at eighteen. She was only eleven and a cutie who latched onto us, but the girl sucks at math.

Her father is deployed quite often, and is due to leave again soon, so we look out for her, you know, being the sister we never wanted, and all that.

Giving Taylor a nod, not looking her way, I continue my path to the front door, only breathing a sigh of relief when I close it, the music quieting.

I look down and see the glitter and groan, quickly trying to remove as much as possible before grabbing my phone from my cut, finding the number I need, and pressing the call button.

She answers within a few rings, but instead of saying hello, she demands, “Solve n2-6n+8=0.”

I snort, as I try to wipe the glitter off my face. " Hello to you too, sunshine….”

She groans. “I’m sorry, Piston, but I’m really struggling. Please help me. It’s been two hours, and I still can’t solve it….”

I grin and walk over to my bike, my eyes catching the scratch marks on the side of the gas tank, which makes me shake my head.

My fucking clumsy Diamond….

Wait, I mean?—

Fuck’s sake….

“Alright, Aurora, let’s break it down,” I say as I climb on my bike, trying to ignore my thoughts. “It’s already in standard form, so you need to factor the quadratic expression.”

She answers, “The factor is (x+4) (x-2) right?”

I grin, feeling proud. “That’s right….”

I spend the next ten minutes reviewing the equation with Aurora, happy for the little breathing room before I head to my wife’s house.

Aurora tells me all about school and, of course, asks about my wife before she hangs up to finish her work, and I leave the club grounds, looking like a fucking glitter ball.

I’m just glad Aurora wasn’t around for the show; the little terror would have recorded it.

I pull up outside Natalie’s place fifteen minutes later and sigh, climbing off my bike and walking over to her front door.

My palms sweat as I eye the doorbell, before manning up, and pressing the fucking thing.

It doesn’t take long before the door swings open, and my eyes widen at the person standing there.

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