Page 68 of Piston

“Right, straight back here after you’ve grabbed your bags and Bluebell, yeah?” Elijah demands hours later, as he helps me off his bike. I roll my eyes and reply, “Sir, yes, sir,” making him chuckle.

He grabs my cut, bringing me to him, and kisses me hard. I melt, instantly tangling my tongue with his, moaning, before he breaks the kiss way too soon for my liking.

He grins. “There will be more once you return.”

I chuckle at the ass, and mumble, “I love you.”

His face softens, and he pecks my lips, then says, “I love you, too.”

Grinning, he walks backward and heads inside. I stand there for a few minutes, smiling, when my phone beeps. I get it out but frown when I see it’s from my father.

Henry: Christy dragged your brother out of camp and nearly killed him. He’s at the Memorial.

My heart shatters, and I quickly get in my car, reversing out of the spot, forgoing my seatbelt. Without any thought other than getting to my brother, I drive toward the gate, Adam letting me out.

I give him a wave and turn right to head to the Memorial when, suddenly, I hear gunshots and tires squealing before something smashes into my car, causing it to spin.

I slam my head against the window as something hits me again. I scream as the car flips, causing me to bang around in the car before it stops, rolling onto its top, and I slump down over the windshield. The last thing I see before I black out is Adam’s dead body, his eyes open, blood pouring from his head….

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I grin as I walk into the common room.

“Well, look at that smile on his face…. It’s about fucking time!” Bomber, an older brother, shouts from across the room, and the brothers all shout along with him, making me flip them off.

They are right, though, I’m so fucking happy, a feeling I’m just not used to, but this is what she does to me.

She erases my past and makes me want more.

I just fucking wish I made her mine the night we met, put my cut on her then, instead of letting my fear take over.

Waving the brothers off, I go to give Cam my phone when a loud crash echoes, followed by gunshots from out front—and I don’t think. I turn and run toward the front door, knowing my wife will still be near the parking lot.

“Fuck, Piston, wait!” Anchor shouts, but I ignore him and burst through the door, only to roar out in agony as I watch my wife’s car flip.

The brothers rush out behind me, cursing, seeing the wreckage, and I sprint away from the door as her car lands on the hood, my wife’s figure slumped on the windshield.

Bullets start flying my way, and I dive behind the guard box and grab my gun from the holster. I return fire, hitting one fucker in the shoulder, making him drop his weapon.

Screeching can be heard over the gunfire, and I lean over to see what it is, only to growl when I notice two men pulling open the door of my wife’s car while another grabs her arms, and drags her out.

“Motherfucker,” I roar, and move from my position, the brothers shouting at me to get back, but I ignore them and run toward my wife as a black SUV screeches to a stop beside them. They throw her in, and then it spins off.

I curse and don’t notice the guy with a gun to my head until he’s on me, but he soon drops to the ground with a bullet hole in his temple, right next to Adam.

Fuck!

Trying to control the urge to scream, I sprint over to my bike, dodging bullets, and jump on as the brothers continue firing at the fuckers in Killers jackets. I rev my bike and spin out of the clubhouse, Acid and Steal right behind me as I follow the SUV, fucking happy that, for two miles, they can’t turn off the dirt road.

We catch up with them within minutes, and bullets start flying our way. We maneuver our bikes to dodge them, knowing we can’t do fuck all, not wanting to risk my wife.

I rev my bike and go faster, moving down the driver’s side but pulling back when they swerve toward me, going onto the freeway, speeding up.

“Fuck!” I shout and go faster to keep up.

Acid, Steal, and I keep up with them, going in and out of traffic, staying on their tail. Even as they take the off ramp to lose us, we keep on them.

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