Page 42 of Giving It to the Enemy

Later that night, Saint stared at the fire. The party was in full swing, and his sister had already left for the night. He was determined to make it work with Elena.

“Did anyone see what that fucker was doing with Elena?” Ralf asked.

The brother hadn’t been the same since he’d spoken to Sarah. Saint was aware that Sarah was leaving town, and had enrolled in a college near the city.

“I saw that Pipe was indeed close to Elena.” He wasn’t an idiot, and had hoped that Elena would trust him enough to tell him the truth. Saint had seen the shirt she wore, and he’d also known that Pipe owned a shirt like it.

“What are you going to do about it?” Rage asked.

Saint had asked the men to give him a chance to talk to Elena before they did anything. He’d hoped that Elena would tell him, but she’d kept quiet for most of the night, instead talking with Penny.

“I’ve got Jewel watching her house. He’s going to let me know what happens.” Saint loved his sister, and since finding out the shit that she’d gone through, he was more determined than ever to make sure she was safe and protected.

Pipe was a dangerous man. Even though they’d had business deals with their current agreement with fighting, Saint had known there had been something going on. Pipe didn’t just roll over, and show his belly.

“The moment he knows something, I’ll be there. I’m not having Pipe anywhere near my little sister.” He’d only just got her back. There was no way he was going to let her go. “What’s happening with you and Sarah?” he asked.

Ralf growled. “She’s leaving.”

“You’re not going to try and stop her.”

Saint had been in charge when Ralf had decided he wanted her last time, and done everything he could to keep her. Sarah was a good woman, a kind woman. The fact she was friends with his sister told him that she was a good woman. Elena had become a hard woman to get to know, and yet Sarah had broken down her walls. The two were the best of friends.

“If I love her, I’ll let her go. It’s what she has said.” Ralf threw the bottle of beer toward the trash can and missed. “Fuck, pussy, pick that beer up.” He shouted at one of the club whores, who was close to where the bottle landed.

“Stop!” Saint shouted toward the club whore. “Ralf, go and pick your fucking bottle up. You’re not going to show some bastard respect. My women don’t pick up your shit.”

Ralf sighed, stood, and placed his bottle in the trashcan.

“No wonder Sarah wants to leave your ass. You’re a slob,” Saint said.

“What are we going to do about Pipe? If he’s got his eye on Elena, do you think it’s for real or fake?”

When it came to Pipe, Saint didn’t want to risk reading the situation wrong. Pipe was a good Prez, and had done wonders for the Hell’s Wolves. He respected him, but no man was good enough for his sister, no one, not even any of his own club brothers. If he had his way, she would be content to remain a virgin forever. Shit, he was totally fucked up, and even as he thought about it, he knew he was being unfair.

Sitting back, he took a sip of beer, waiting for his cell phone to ring. It would ring, he just knew it would.

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Elena waited for Pipe to come to her. She’d texted him when she was leaving the club, and now she stood in her sitting room, waiting for him. Staring at the window, she went over her conversation with Sarah. She had fallen for Pipe, and he didn’t even know it.

They’d been together two weeks, and before that he’d left her messages and texts. When they were away from each other he always texted her, and that never stopped. She had to tell Saint at some point. Was there ever going to be a good time to let her brother know that she’d fallen in love?

She was so damn conflicted about everything. How could she give up Saint?

The rustling coming from the window cut out all doubt, and she smiled as Pipe climbed into her home. He closed the door, and stepped toward her.

“I missed you, baby.”

“I missed you.” She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body against his.

“How was the picnic?”

“Lots of food, some beer, Sarah didn’t stay all that long, and I stayed a little longer.” She ran her hands down his leather jacket before sliding underneath. “I need you, Pipe.”

“Your pussy getting greedy again?”

“No, she’s getting hungry.”

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