Page 5 of Giving It to the Enemy

Brother and sister didn’t seem to have that good a relationship. Pipe looked toward Saint, and saw his jaw tense as he clenched his teeth together.

“That’s early,” Saint said.

“Sarah wanted to go home, and I figured shutting the shop wouldn’t be a problem.” Elena glared toward the man at Saint’s side. Her anger was clear to see. Pipe found her anger so damn hot, and his cock thickened in his pants. “Why am I not surprised that you’re here?” she asked.

Pipe turned toward Ralf, who had gotten tense.

“Back off, Elena.”

“You’re a fucking asshole.” Elena folded her arms. “What do you want, Saint?”

“Go back to my office.”

“I’m not going in there. Tell me now what you want so I can leave.”

“Elena!”

“You know, fuck you, Saint, and fuck all of you, and your damn club.” She stormed back to her car, visibly shaking with anger. “Sarah was fucking wasted on you, Ralf. I hope she finds a guy who actually treats her right.”

“No other man will touch her,” Ralf said.

Elena burst out laughing. “Wanna bet?”

She climbed into the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Saint took a step closer and cursed.

“What the fuck did she mean, ‘wanna bet’?” Ralf asked.

“No wonder you didn’t make it as a deputy. You’ve got no fucking brains.” Pipe slapped the schedule to Saint’s chest. “I’ll expect your boy tomorrow.”

He walked toward his bike, and took pity on Ralf. “What it means, fucker, is she’s going to make sure that Sarahistouched by another man. Little Elena is going for a night out, and taking her girl with her.”

There was only one place she was going to go, and he was going to make sure he was there, and maybe a couple of his friends without their cuts.

Neutral territory required no patches of any kind.

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