Page 32 of Piston

She loves me….

But I fuck, I pushed her away.

“Elijah….” I look up at Steal calling my given name, and he admits, “Two years ago, a Killer cornered her, slamming her against her car, demanding she get all the information on the club after hearing she was your old lady….”

Fury takes me, and I stand with force, knocking my chair into the brothers behind me, but they don’t let go. Both grab my arms, and though they keep me from wrecking church, Steal forgets one other person in this room who would get pissed where family is concerned.

Acid stands, and instead of knocking over his chair, he throws it against the wall, causing several photos to rattle. He shouts, “What the fuck do you mean a Killer threatened my sister-in-law, and why in the fuck are we only just finding out now!”

Steal winces, looking between me and Acid, who Anchor is now holding back.

“Fuck’s sake, I forgot about his tempter,” Steal mumbles.

“Explain, Steal,” I demand, the urge to hit something taking over.

He sighs, running a hand through his graying hair. The guy is in his early thirties and yet he’s already going gray at the sides.

“She didn’t think he’d show up again after she told him she was just a hindrance to you.”

I flinch at his words. She doesn’t really believe that, does she?

I spent three years fucking her, giving her more time that I didn’t even have to every fucking day, including the weeks she had her period. I was showing us both my feelings without realizing it.

“Brother, the Killer attacked her again last night. She has a small scratch on her neck from the knife he held against it. He wanted your security information.” My palms begin to sweat. “Now, I did tell her she needs to stay on club grounds until we find the fucker, but well, you know your wife, Elijah….”

“Yeah, stubborn and fucking clumsy,” I utter, and he nods.

“I thought you had a right to know. I did promise her, but like I said, I crossed my fingers, so she can’t be pissed….”

I put my hands on my hips, breathing heavy. “You and I both know she’s going to skin you alive.” He winces, and I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “I’ll head to her house now and get a description from her, and see if any of her neighbors have door cams.”

He nods and looks around the room. “The Killers are getting cockier. We’ve left them alone over the years, but since this new fucker took over, who’s a pathetic wimp, hiding his identity, they’ve upped their shit on our territory, and enough is enough now. Stay vigilant; you see a Killer, then fucking kill them.”

The brothers nod when a knock sounds at the door before Cam pops his head in and says, “I…uh, think Annalise is playing games again, Prez….”

Steal groans. “What has she done now?”

Cam winces, horror etching his features, and I frown until he says, “She’s sent a stripper…with glitter cannons….”

I snort as Steal glares my way before he says, “Alright, church over. I’ll call Axel. I swear, we’re going to go to war if this shit carries on. It’s bad enough the Devil’s women are getting involved, we don’t need ours to as well.” He looks my way. “Imagine a clumsy Natalie trying to play pranks.”

My mouth parts, my eyes widen, and the brothers all talk over each other about sorting these fucking women out, and I’m right with them.

Natalie causes enough havoc on a good day. Fuck, in college, she dropped a whole pail of red paint on the professor, and nearly got kicked out of his class. I had to use the club's name to ensure she didn’t.

“Fucking Annalise,” I mutter and walk toward the door, grabbing my phone from a stricken-looking Cam.

The Untamed Hell Fire’s MC prez, Axel, fell for his girl Annalise after her mother and grandmother set them up.

He fucked up with his woman, believing a clubwhore’s lies. Even though Annie forgave him and gave birth to his kids, she’s been punishing him since by playing pranks on the club, you know, the innocent ones, spray painting the common room, redecorating the brother’s bikes, putting hair dye in the clubwhores’ shampoo bottles, but then it escalated when more brothers settled down. She got women involved, and then the Devil’s MC women also got involved, and now all clubs affiliated with those two clubs are getting punished.

This isn’t the first time we’ve received something from them, claiming to be from the brothers.

Last year we received a box of vibrators and fluffy pink handcuffs, which the women loved.

Sighing, I enter the common room where women are screaming and jumping for joy, and I wince seeing some ripped dude turning so his back is to us, bending slightly and lowering his bright pink hot pants, showing his ass, before tearing the fabric.

The brothers all groan as he turns, showing everyone his manhood.

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