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Epilogue

Elena took a seat at a bar far away from Sinners’ Corner. With the whole town knowing she was Saint’s sister, it made it hard for her to have a simple drink without everyone looking on. The moment she sat down in a bar, there would be a call, and within minutes bikers from the club would be there.

She understood why her mother had left and taken Elena with her.

“I’ll have whatever you’ve got that’s strong,” she said to the barman.

“Coming right up.”

If her mother hadn’t died, Elena wouldn’t have come back to Sinners’ Corner. She’d have stayed away, but on her mother’s deathbed, Elena had agreed to go back to Saint.

A glass with dark amber liquid was placed in front of her. She paid for her drink, and sat staring at it for a long time, running fingers through her hair. Elena had waited for the whole club to be busy before she’d made her escape from the wedding.

It was a sweet wedding, and she was so happy for Penny and Rage. They were a beautiful couple, and deserved every happiness that was coming to them.

“Hello sweet thing,” a man said, taking a seat beside her.

She saw he was covered in tats, and his whole aura reminded her of her brother. Elena knew who he was.

“Go away, Pipe.” Saint had taken the time to tell her who Pipe was, and of course had shown her a picture of him.

The one thing she wasn’t allowed to do was fraternize with the enemy. She wasn’t about to cause trouble for Saint by being here with Pipe. Turning her back she swallowed her drink in one gulp, about to leave.

Pipe grabbed her arm, making her stay in her chair. “You don’t have to run away on my account.”

“I’m here for some peace and quiet. I have nothing to do with my brother’s club, and I’m not about to start being questioned because of you.”

“Ah, so you are Saint’s sister. The mystery sister that was taken from him years ago.”

Elena gritted her teeth, angry with herself for telling him more than she ever should. “Leave me alone.”

He wouldn’t release her arm, and she was starting to get angry. No one knew she had a short temper that could easily turn deadly. Her mother, when Elena was younger, had been called to the school for many of the fights that Elena got into. It was a side of herself she hated, but she refused to be bullied, or allow others to bully. There was nothing she hated more than bullies.

“I’m not here to ruin your peace. I’m not wearing my cut, and no one knows who we are here. We’re just two people in the bar, having a drink. Why don’t you have a drink with me?” he asked.

“You’re not going to hold this against me.”

“If you know who I am, you know how I got my name. I’m not known for blackmailing, baby. If I wanted to, I’d have bashed your head in right now. You’re still alive.”

“Just a drink?” she asked. Her mouth had gone dry. There was something hypnotic about Pipe, but she wasn’t about to let something happen between them.

He was the enemy, and there was no way she was falling for the enemy.

At least, she hoped not.

The End

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