Page 39 of Giving It to the Enemy

“She’s getting over that asshole.”

The door charged open, and Sarah had a couple bottles of vodka.

Moving away from the men, she went to her friend.

“Do you really want to do this?” Elena asked.

“Yes. I’m done, Elena. I’m done with this godforsaken town. I’m done with all the crap that comes with it, and I’m done with Ralf. He can eat shit and die.” She struck up a flame, and threw the match onto the pile of stuff.

The flame caught an item of alcohol soaked clothing, and Elena stepped away. The Saints and Sinners MC surrounded the caught flames. Ralf caught Sarah in his arms.

“I’ve got this. Everyone leave.”

Elena wasn’t leaving.

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“That was stupid,” Shawl said, coming to stand beside him.

“What?” Pipe asked, but he already knew what his friend and VP was going to say. He’d slipped up by touching Elena in public, and he’d not given a thought to Saint being present. Ralf picked a sobbing Sarah in his arms and carried her away from prying eyes. From what he learned from Knife, she was still talking to him, even though she was clueless to the fact that Knife wanted her. Knife hadn’t overstepped the line yet, but it was only going to be a matter of time. Maybe her leaving town would do her, and Knife, good. She was really suffering, and Pipe wasn’t surprised when Elena went chasing after her.

He’d been talking with Saint and Ralf when the men had got the call about Sarah going a little crazy. At the same time the men were leaving, he’d received the text from Elena that she was heading into town for Sarah.

This was his first time of being in Sinners’ Corner without the threat of starting a war.

“You know what, sir.”

“Ralf’s got this,” Saint said, coming toward him. “Come back to the clubhouse.”

Nodding, Pipe couldn’t help but look back toward the apartment building where he saw Elena stood. She gave him a smile and held her hand up in a wave.

He nodded at her, and followed Shawl away from the scene.

“You’ve got to make a decision about her, and all that crap it means.”

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“You really think Saint’s going to allow you to keep fucking his sister once he finds out? You’re going to have to make a choice. The club or Elena.”

Slamming his fist against Shawl’s face, Pipe shoved him up against the nearest wall. “Let’s get something straight. I’m the leader, the fucking Prez of the Hell’s Wolves. Don’t fucking tell me what I’ve got to decide. Elena, she’s my old lady, and I’m not giving her up for shit.”

“Pipe, I’m not disrespecting you.”

“The moment you doubt me, it’s disrespect. I own the Hell’s Wolves. The only reason you’ve still got a family is because I’ve taken out all of the fucking shit that was rotting the club. You want me to make a choice? I’ve killed for that club, and I have earned the right to have a woman of my own, some happiness for myself, you selfish little prick.”

He shoved Shawl away from him. His chest was heaving with each indrawn breath.

“Is everything okay?” Saint asked. The Prez of the Saints and Sinners MC straddled his bike as he watched the scene.

“We’re good. We’ll follow you to your clubhouse.” Pipe helped Shawl up, slapping him on the back.

Saint and the boys left before Shawl spoke again. “I’m sorry. With Elena, you’re distracted, and she’s not some pussy that you’ve passed over to the club. You’re real with her.”

“It is real. Don’t ever think I’ll put the club in danger. Elena belongs to me, and so does the club.”

Pipe was so damn angry, and he wasn’t about to have the club taken from him. He’d worked his fucking ass off, he’d killed for the club, and no one was taking that away from him.

They made their way toward the Saints and Sinners MC. The ride helped to ease the tension that had built up inside him. He was going to have Elena, and he was going to have the club. Pipe didn’t have a clue how he was going to do it, only that he was.

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