Page 77 of Piston

Anchor chuckles from where he’s leaning against the wall and states, “And this is why I don’t fucking date,” as the rest of the brothers watch the show, most likely wishing for popcorn.

Steal scoffs, “Funny, whose number do you keep calling?”

Anchor smirks but doesn’t answer him, and I turn back to the fucker in the chair, who looks confused as fuck.

Yeah, I don’t blame him…

“Alright, so where was I? Oh yeah….” I dig the knife into his thigh, making him cry out, and I demand, “Where in the fuck is my father?”

I scanned the fucking cameras all over New York, and the fucker has gone underground. Acid and several brothers even went through our childhood home and found fuck all.

Our father isn’t this fucking smart.

“Maybe we should just kill him,” Axe says, and I go still, slowly turning my head in his direction.

He’s my blood cousin, but something is always off with him….

He holds his hand up. “It was just a suggestion.”

I pull the knife out of the fucker’s thigh, then smirk at Axe and place the tip at the fucker’s cock.

Every man’s weakness….

“No, please, no…. He’s in Brooklyn, he’s hiding in Brooklyn!” he screams, then rattles off the address to an apartment.

I grin, looking at Axe, stating, “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it,” before I stab the knife in the fucker’s neck.

Axe flinches, and I narrow my eyes before pulling the knife out of the guy, and watching him choke on his own blood.

Steal steps up. “Acid, look the address up. Take a few brothers with you. Pitbull, you go with him. Cannon and Bulldozer oversee Axe and Cam's removal of the body. Piston, go shower. I’ll take you to the hospital, and bring you and your girl home.”

I nod as the brothers do as they are told, no one questioning the Prez’s orders or acknowledging the fact that Axe has been put on prospect duty for speaking out the way he did.

He’s been acting weird lately….

An hour later, Steal and I walk into my girl’s room.

Her eyes light up seeing me while Cassidy…her smile disappears seeing Steal. I give her an “I’m sorry” smile while swallowing my chuckle as her eyes sharpen, murder written all over her face.

Clearing my throat, I walk over to Nat and kiss her gently, asking, “How are you feeling, Diamond?”

She one arm shrugs, making me smile, and she replies, “A little tired, very nervous.”

I nod, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Whatever happens, it’ll be okay, I promise.”

“Trouble, what in the fuck is that?” Steal asks with shock, making us both look his way. He’s staring at Cassidy with wide eyes.

Cassidy grins. “This?” she asks as she waves what looks to be a massive fucking wand with a condom on it, and says, “This is something I would really love to see shoved up your?—”

Nat cuts her off and warns, “Cass….”

Cassidy looks at her innocently. “What? You’re the one who asked for me to do this, and I’m not lying. Watching him scream while I shove it up his?—”

“Cass!” Nat warns again.

Cass grumbles, “You’re no fun,” which makes my wife laugh, while Steal and I look at them in confusion, a little disturbed.

“Right,” Cass says, then looks at Nat and asks, “Does he have to be here for this?” Nat smirks and Cass sighs, then snaps at her ex, “Get near her head, jackass, before I do something I dream of doing.”

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