Page 13 of Giving It to the Enemy

Sarah was about to talk when the apartment door was slammed open. Ralf, Rage, Willy, and Saint came rushing into the apartment.

In that moment Elena was so pleased they had changed into their pajamas. Ralf looked murderous, bordering on crazy, and her brother just looked pissed.

That’s right. I’m just the nuisance of a sister who has to be dealt with.

“Your car was at the main bar tonight on the high road, just outside of Sinners’ Corner,” Saint said.

The very words he spoke were like an accusation.

“So?” Elena asked.

“What were you doing there?”

Glancing toward Sarah, she saw her friend was glaring at Ralf.

“We went to have a little fun. Do you have a problem with that?” Elena asked.

“You know the Hell’s Wolves were there tonight?” Saint asked, folding his arms.

“Is this an interrogation, Saint? Is that what this is?” Elena stood to her feet, not caring that her pajamas were visible to the club. She was the untouchable sister, so she shouldn’t have a problem at all with any club member staring at her.

“You’re in danger anywhere near that club.”

“We went to have a drink outside of town. I go anywhere here, and I’ve got a Saint and Sinner breathing down my fucking neck. There, I can go, and have a nice drink, and be left alone. It’s a neutral bar. Nothing happens there.”

Saint laughed. “Anything could happen in a neutral bar, Elena. The protection is a fucking fallacy.”

“You and other club members agree not to wear your patch. No patch, no fighting. Your word means a great deal to a lot of men. Are you telling me you’d start a fight because some men were in a bar?”

“I’d start a fight if those men thought they could touch my sister.”

“Fuck off, Saint. I don’t need your protection. I’ve never needed it before, and I don’t want it now.”

“You’ve never needed my protection. Mom took care of you. What is this, Elena? Why are you acting out like a damn child?”

She shoved him hard. Saint didn’t know what it was like with their mother. He didn’t know anything, and to just make out she’d always been protected, pissed her off. She knew it was her fault as well. Elena should tell him what happened, but she couldn’t do it. Admitting what happened would just bring back the memories, and she didn’t want that.

“Get the fuck out. This is Sarah’s place only, and the last time I checked, this didn’t belong to any of your fucking club!”

Elena looked toward her friend, who had also stood, and she nodded. “This isn’t your place anymore, Ralf. You don’t belong here.”

“Get out.” Elena was tired of being told what she should or shouldn’t do.

“This is my place,” Ralf said, taking a step toward Sarah.

“You walked out on me, Ralf. This place is now mine.”

Stepping back, Elena stood by her friend, and glared at the four men. “We work for the club, nothing else,” Elena said.

Saint looked like he wanted to say something else, but he didn’t, and took a step back.

“Fine,” Saint said. “Let’s get out of here.” Like always, he backed away.

Elena waited until the door was closed, and Sarah rushed to lock the door.

“What the hell just happened?” Sarah asked.

“He made me mad, and I’m tired of being told what to do when he doesn’t have a right to.” Elena’s hands fisted, and she wanted to hurt something. Instead, she refrained.

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