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Just as I get near Piston’s bike, Steal speaks up, and I look his way. “You never come to the club, so you’ve obviously come here for a reason, Natalie.”

I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter.”

He sighs. “Itdoesmatter. I recognize that look in your eyes, sweetheart. I’ve seen it once before. You’re about to run, but my question is why?” I look down, not wanting to admit it, and he pleads, “Speak to me, sweetheart. Tell me what’s going on, please.”

I bite my bottom lip, my tears falling again as I look at him and compromise, “You can’t tell Piston….”

He winces, but I raise a brow to show him I’m serious. He groans but nods, puts his hands behind his back, and confirms. “Alright, I promise. Just talk to me, please….”

I swallow, my eyes going to the door then back to Steal, whose eyes are soft…until I state, “A man threatened me outside of my old apartment two and a half years ago, slammed me into my car door a few times….” Steal’s eyes harden, a scowl on his handsome face. I clear my throat. “He heard I was Piston’s old lady, and wanted me to get all the information I could on theclub, and I made it perfectly clear Piston didn’t care for me, that I was just an inconvenience to him.” Steal flinches at my words but doesn’t deny them and I admit, “And I didn’t seen him again until tonight. He told me he was going to slit my throat if I didn’t get all the security codes he needs to gain access to the club.” I tilt my head and show him my neck, and Steal growls loudly.

“Did you recognize him?” he asks, deadly.

I clear my throat and semi admit, “He was wearing a Killer’s jacket, but I don’t know his name.”

I don’t tell him that he looks like an older version of Acid and Piston, not wanting to hurt them, even if Piston did just tear my heart out in there.

Steal nods. “I’ll personally see to it, sweetheart, but maybe you should stay here for a few days….”

I snort and take a step back and growl, “And watch the man I fell in love with, the man who hates me, get off watching other women? No thanks. He may not be physically cheating, but we both know he is getting something from them he doesn’t want from me.”

Steal opens his mouth, but I shake my head and take another step back. However, I freeze when I bump into something hard, and a large crash echoes behind me.

I wince as Steal's eyes widen in shock, and slowly, very slowly, I turn, only to curse very loudly.

“Oh fuck, shit, crap, no. Piston is going to kill me!”

Steal bursts out in laughter while I look at my husband’s bike, which I’ve never ridden, lying on its side, though I have marked it once before, but not to this extent.

I glare at Steal, but he puts his hand up before bending, gasping for breath. I roll my eyes, stating, "And that is my cue. I need to go and bolt my door, maybe even change my name and get plastic surgery….”

Steal’s laugh gets louder as I run over to my car, quickly climbing in and starting her up before squealing out of the clubhouse parking lot.

Cam’s eyes are wide in shock as he lets me out, his head turning to my husband’s bike, and I pick up speed.

Welp, if Piston didn’t hate me before, he definitely will now.

10

Piston – The Next Day

I bounce my knee beneath the black oak table in church while tapping my finger on the armrest of the black chair I’m slumped in, my eyes focusing on the sword in the tree carved in the middle of the table, while waiting for the rest of the brothers to show.

Steal called for an emergency church this morning, throwing off everyone’s fucking day.

I still need to audit Huntsmen’s and the Huntsmen’s Angel’s books, but before that, I need to try and find out which fucker knocked into my bike last night, scratching up the whole fucking side.

I was loading the camera footage when I received Steal’s text.

Anger shoots through me again when I remember walking outside this morning, deciding to stay in my room here instead of going home, to find my Harley lying on its fucking side. Cam walked past with his head down, not looking at me.

It’s my fucking punishment, I just know it, for watching Angel and Desiree fuck again last night while I rubbed myself, willing my dick to get hard.

I won’t touch them, but I’ll watch, a part of me trying to punish Natalie for making me fall for her, and then I’d feel guilty because I am emotionally cheating, even though we’re just married on paper.

That doesn’t mean I’m not madly in fucking love with her, and that my heart is not broken over our situation, and I’m just trying to hide it.

Also, whoever knocked my bike over is fucking dead!

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