Page 47 of Giving It to the Enemy

“We’ve got a score to settle,” Saint said, moving to stand in front of him.

“We do. I’ve been expecting you.” Elena gripped his hand a little tighter. He did his best to reassure her.

“The only place I know this is going to go down is in the fucking ring.”

“You want to fight?”

“You’ve got it.”

“What? No, you can’t fight. That is archaic. Pipe, don’t fight him. I’m here, and you can leave him alone. You don’t need to fight.”

Pipe saw the pain in Saint’s eyes. “I need to fight. When we’re in the ring, we’re going to negotiate what our relationship means. I love your sister, and I’m not going to let her go.”

Saint’s jaw clenched. “Let’s fight this out.”

He nodded toward Shawl to get it all set up. “Let’s fight.”

Keeping hold of Elena’s hand, he made his way back into the clubhouse.

“You can’t fight him, Pipe. I don’t want you to fight him.”

“I’m going to fight him so that you can get to know your brother.”

“That makes no sense.”

He chuckled. “You and Saint may not be on the best of terms right now, but you love him. He’s your brother, and he’s family. You’ll regret it, baby. I’m going to make sure you’re happy, and if this fight helps, I’ll do it.”

“I don’t want to see either of you in pain.”

“I can take a hit, babe. You can stay here, or come out. It’s up to you, but I’m going out there to strike a deal with him, for us.”

“I don’t want you hurt.”

“I’m not going to get hurt. Trust me.” He cupped her cheek, kissed her lips, and reluctantly walked away. Knife was standing by the door. “Protect her.”

He waited long enough for him to nod, and then made his way toward the fighting ring. The Saints and Sinners were on one part, and his club was on the other.

“Are you sure Elena is worth this?” Shawl asked.

“Without a doubt.”

He made his way into the ring, and watched as Saint removed his leather cut, making his way toward him.

“You really want to do this?”

“We’ve got problems to resolve, and I think the only way I’m going to handle these problems is with our fists.” Pipe kept his hands down by his sides as did Saint. They were both evenly matched, and he didn’t know who would win, him or Saint.

“How long you been screwing my sister?”

“None of your business. I’ve treated Elena with respect, and you should as well.” Pipe was determined that he wasn’t going to lose his cool. This was what had to happen. They were two different leaders, and not only did they have to prove their strength to each other, they had to prove it to their clubs.

“I’ll treat my sister how I want to treat her.”

“What’s that? Leaving her with a crazy bitch who beat her?”

Saint rushed him, and Pipe laid into him, landing punches where he could. Several swipes of their fists, and he pulled away, wiping his mouth.

“I didn’t fucking know what was going on. Do you think I’d let anyone hurt her? I love my fucking sister, and Elena should have come to me. I fucked up!”

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