Page 45 of Giving It to the Enemy

Chapter Eleven

Saint was held back by Rage and Ralf. He was going to kill Pipe. The bastard had taken his sister, and he didn’t know what to fucking do.

“Dude, you need to calm down. You’re going to fucking hurt her if you go now,” Rage said.

Pulling out of their hold, he grabbed the lampshade, and threw it across the room. He was so damn angry. Years ago he’d failed his sister, and she’d been the one to betray him.

Picking up several items that were close, he threw them across the room, losing his shit. He was aware of his brothers watching him, but he didn’t care.

His sister had just walked away from him without looking back.

You called her a whore.

You were an angry asshole.

Gritting his teeth, he couldn’t handle the crap that was going around in his head. “I’ve got to make plans. I’m taking out the Hell’s Wolves.”

“Saint, that’s fucking childish.”

“No, he took advantage of Elena, and this is what he wants. That club is our enemy, and we fuck over our enemy.” Saint wasn’t going to allow his sister to come between the two clubs, and he was going to save her. Pipe was not the kind of man she should have. She needed a calm businessman, or someone who was kind.

“Didn’t anyone else notice that Pipe only attacked when you said some shit about Elena?” Ralf asked.

“What?” Saint asked.

“Your fists were flying, and your mouth was spouting shit. Throughout it all, Pipe didn’t attack you until you were mean to Elena. I actually think that bastard may love her.” Ralf laughed. “I’ve had way too much to drink right now to even think about this crap. My woman is leaving my ass, and I’ve got no job.” Ralf laughed again, and took a seat.

Saint thought over the attack, and Pipe hadn’t done anything, not until he growled at her first.

“What do you think?” Saint asked, looking toward Rage.

“My woman’s brother-in-law wants to fuck her.”

“I’m not talking about Pea. I want to know what you saw.”

Rage rubbed the back of his head. “There’s something going on here, and you rushed in without exactly asking questions.”

“Elena is my concern.”

“I know, but did you really listen to her? She’s in love with Pipe, and he’s shown that he doesn’t want war.” Rage shrugged. “I’m not going to judge your reaction. I don’t have a sister. This is entirely your decision.”

Collapsing onto the sofa, Saint groaned, and stood back up. He’d seen Elena and Pipe making out, and he didn’t want to be anywhere near that kind of shit. Running a hand down his face, moved toward the window, and tried to gather his thoughts.

What the fuck had he done?

****

The following day

Pipe watched as Elena stood at the kitchen sink at the clubhouse, and was washing up the breakfast dishes. They’d not talked about what had happened last night. The moment he got to the clubhouse, he’d told Knife to put Elena in his room, and then brought the rest of the brothers up to speed with what had happened.

They were all tense, waiting for the attack he was sure was going to come. He’d have taken her back to his cabin, but since her admission that she loved him, he couldn’t let her out of his sight. Pipe loved her. He loved her so damn much that it scared him. Sipping at his coffee, he didn’t take his gaze off her, even as his men looked on, not impressed with the fact he hadn’t taken her home.

“Have you told her that she belongs to you?” Shawl asked.

“I will today. Last night when I got to bed, she’d been asleep.” He’d taken note of her tears though. Elena had fallen asleep crying, and he didn’t like that.

“Are you sure this is the right decision?”

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