Page 3 of Giving It to the Enemy

She’d not told Saint of the beatings and the starvation her mother made her go through to “rid her soul of the evil of the club”. Three years ago, her mother had died, and Elena had come home at Saint’s urging. During her ten years away from the club, everything had changed, and Elena knew she wasn’t the same person.

Cutting off the thought of her mother, Elena forced herself to focus on the here and now. This was how she kept on going, ignoring the past, and moving on. Dwelling on the past didn’t help her. All that did was remind her of everything she’d lost.

Her cell phone started to ring, and she pulled it out of her pocket expecting to see Pipe calling. It wasn’t. Her brother was calling.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“Will you stop by the club? I’ve got something for the shop.”

“Can’t you come out?” She hated visiting the club. It only served to remind her what she was missing.

“I’m tied up right now. We’re all busy with club business.”

Another way of saying, “shit you don’t need to know”.

“Fine. I’ll be there tonight when I finish work.”

“Elena?”

“What?” She snapped the word out, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sarah was shocked.

“What’s going on?” Saint asked, sounding like the concerned brother, which only served to make her feel guilty.

“Nothing.”

“You can tell me anything.”

No, she really couldn’t. Saint was her brother, and he wasn’t. She didn’t trust him, not really. They were two different people, and that was hard for her to get over right now.

“I’ve got work to do. I’ll see you later.” She hung up the phone, and turned it off.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sarah asked.

She was tempted to talk to her friend, to see what she thought of the whole Pipe business, but then, her gut was telling her to stop. “I’m fine. Nothing is going on. I promise.” She gave her friend the best smile she could, and she was saved by several customers entering the shop. Elena left Sarah to place the stock on the shelves to serve the customers. She forced a smile to her lips, and went about making some women happy.

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Pipe smirked down at his cell phone. He hadn’t even bothered placing his cell phone to his ear. He knew she was going to cancel his call. She’d canceled every other call, and he’d not expected any different. Elena was sure one tough cookie. Saint should be proud of her.

“What is going on?” Shawl asked.

“Nothing.” He pocketed his cell phone, and stared up at his VP. “So, tell me what we’ve got.” He faced the large warehouse that dealt in illegal fighting. One of his ways to earn money was to pitch fights, and to score big. Some of his clients were big money, and they liked a bloodbath. His setup wasn’t anything like Ned Walker, but he wasn’t in Vegas, and there was less chance of him being caught, especially as he had friends within law enforcement. Not only did he have a lot of friends in high places, he’d also struck up a deal with Saint about pitting their prospects against each other.

The ring wasn’t a fight to the death, just until an opponent was knocked out.

“Here is Lugi’s competitor. His name is Victor, and he’s a deadly motherfucker.” On and on Shawl talked about their latest bunch of fights, and Pipe just wasn’t interested. Instead, a little blonde with intense blue eyes, and smile that had his dick rock hard, was distracting him. All he had to do was think about her full tits and rounded curves, and it was hard to keep his attention on anything else. Yes, Elena was a bigger girl, but he liked that. He couldn’t wait to have her riding his cock.

Spending an hour going through the lineup of fights, he had to put a call through to Saint.

“What can I help you with?” Saint asked, sounding less than happy to hear from him.

“We’ve got business to attend to. First fight with one of your boys takes place tomorrow night. I’ve got a copy of the schedule. Do you want to swing by and pick it up?” Pipe asked.

“Shit, I’ve not got time. No, bring it to the club.”

“You want me to enter Saints and Sinners territory alone?”

“For fuck’s sake, bring some of your men. I don’t give a fuck, Pipe. I’ve got better things to do than worry about your sorry old ass. Bring the schedule, and I’ll give you the information you need on my guy.”

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