Page 6 of Giving It to the Enemy

Chapter Two

“Elena, this isn’t me,” Sarah said, looking toward the bar on neutral ground. There was no other bar around where Sarah could dance with other men, and maybe get felt up. Also, the last time she was here, Elena had loved it. Of course, it made her think about Pipe, and the way he’d made her feel and laugh.

“It’s not any of us, but you can’t spend all night sobbing over ice cream. We need to get out, dance with men we don’t know, and laugh.”

Elena wasn’t here to see Pipe, or any other man for that matter. At least, that’s what she was telling herself.

“I don’t know.”

“It’s not something you really need to think about. Ralf’s at the clubhouse, he’s got his patch back, and as far as I’m concerned, he’s an asshole.” Elena tried not to let her temper get the better of her, but it was hard to do.

Sarah smiled. “I love him, Elena.”

“I know, honey. You don’t have to screw any of the guys here. We don’t even have to stay all that long. We’re here for a drink, a dance, and some fun.”

“Okay.”

Climbing out of her car, Elena left her cell phone in the glove compartment, and together they made their way inside. It was really busy, but they got their way toward the bar. Elena ordered a soda for herself and a beer for Sarah. Her friend needed to lighten up, and even as they sat at the bar, she saw the sadness in Sarah’s eyes.

“I bet he had a small dick,” Elena said.

“What?”

“Ralf, I’m going to say he had a small dick, really tiny. He didn’t know how to satisfy you, and he was bad in bed.”

Sarah burst out laughing, and once she started, she just couldn’t seem to stop.

“God, that is wrong on so many levels,” Sarah said. “He was damn good in bed, and had an amazing cock.”

Elena chuckled. “He’s not with you, and now you can embellish all of his faults.”

Sarah took a sip of her beer. “You’re a good friend.”

“I try.”

“So, any men in your life?”

“None. They’re all afraid of Saint, and I’m not in the mood to kick my brother’s ass. It would serve him right, though. He needs his ass kicked.”

“You can kick Saint’s ass, and I’ll do Ralf’s, or we can swap.”

“I don’t know. I may kick Ralf in the balls so he can never father children.”

Sarah laughed once again. “This is fun, thank you.”

“You need to learn to listen to me more often. I’ve got good ideas.”

They finished their first drinks and made their way onto the dance floor. An upbeat party song was playing, and Elena enjoyed dancing with her friend, swaying her hips from side to side.

When a guy moved up behind Sarah, Elena made sure her friend was happy before she was about to take a seat at the bar, and watch. This was for Sarah, not for her.

Elena was stopped from moving when a hard body pressed against her back.

“Do I always have to come to a bar to get to know you?” Pipe asked.

She froze and stared over at her friend. The man was large, and his arms were covered in ink. She should have known. The man dancing with Sarah had “biker” written all over him.

“That’s Knife. He’s a buddy of mine, and he knows how to play nice.”

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