Page 29 of Giving It to the Biker

Chapter Seven

One week later

 

Rage stood behind Saint as they stared across at the Hell’s Wolves MC Prez, Pipe, so named for the fact that he bashed his enemies’ heads with a steel pipe. Rage didn’t like him, but he clearly ran a tight ship. His men were standing behind him, and so far no guns had been drawn. Pipe didn’t look threatened by them, and he was being honest.

“I’m telling you my bitches haven’t been anywhere near Sinners’ Corner, and if they have, I’ll find out,” Pipe said.

“This going to be a turf war, Pipe?” Saint asked.

“Not interested in your turf. You’ve got your area, and I’ve got mine. I deal guns and coke, and we don’t cross into Saints and Sinners territory.”

“Someone did.”

Pipe leaned forward, pressing his hands together, and across his knuckles were the usual “love” and “hate” inked on each knuckle. Rage didn’t believe for a second that Pipe was as juvenile as he was making out. He was a hard ass, calculating.

“Why don’t you tell me why you trust a couple of cunts with intel?” Pipe asked.

There he was, fishing.

“What’s it got to do with you?”

“You’ve told me that my bitches entered your sex shop, Dirty Deeds, and I wouldn’t be any kind of leader if I didn’t know who ran it. Elena and Sarah, you trust them?”

Saint tensed up, and Rage cleared his throat trying to show his Prez that Pipe was onto something. He was curious about Sarah and Elena, and what they meant to the club.

With him clearing his voice, it brought the attention back to him.

“Ah, Rage, I hear congratulations are in order. Penny is a special woman. I’d keep her tight to you. She’s easily taken.”

“Are you threatening my woman?”

“Maybe.”

“Be careful what you’re doing. You can threaten me all you want, but don’t even think for a second you can threaten my old lady.”

“Ah, old lady. Our club has no issue with Penny, or the women at Dirty Deeds. What I have an issue with is being accused of shit I’ve not done,” Pipe said.

Pea looked ready to strike, but then, so did the rest of the men. This was one of the reasons why clubs rarely met each other outside of territories.

“This is horseshit,” someone said, grabbing his gun, and taking a step forward.

“Back off, Sean,” Pipe said.

“We just going to sit and listen to these fuckers dictate to us. Nah, they’re going to fucking die.”

Saint stood and drew his weapon, pointing it straight at Pipe.

Rage watched as Pipe raised a brow. He didn’t look the least bit threatened, but it set off a chain reaction as guns all came out, pointing across from each of them.

“You fire that gun, Sean, and I will fucking kill you,” Pipe said, standing up. He was the only one not to have drawn his weapon. Rage watched as Pipe walked over to Sean, grabbed his gun, and smacked him around the face. “I’m the Prez of the club. Do you have a problem with that?”

Sean hesitated, and Rage saw the way he looked toward another member. There was something going on in the Hell’s Wolves, and it wasn’t good. None of it was any good. Rage actually felt uneasy for Pipe. The two clubs didn’t always see eye to eye, but Pipe was fair even if he was a little strange.

“No? Good. Get the fuck out.” Pipe urged all of his men out of the warehouse before turning back to Saint. “Get your women to give you a description. I’ll find the little bitches and fuckers who threaten our alliance. I swear, none of the women I know have gone into Sinners’ Corner. They know not to.”

“Will do.”

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