Page 16 of Giving It to the Monster

Pipe nodded. “Same here.” He let out a sigh. “This shit isn’t supposed to come back home. We run it out of town.”

“It could just be a mistake, and some people are bringing it back from the city.”

“Or someone wants us out of the way.”

Saint sighed. There were times he hated being Prez of the club. His father rarely gave a shit about anyone but this damn club, the damn title.

“Look, there’s Uncle Saint,” Elena said.

He smiled as Bluebell ran toward him and threw herself into his arms. “There’s my little girl, all grown up.”

“Uncle Saint, can I be in your club?”

“You want to be in my club?” Saint asked.

“Yeah, Daddy says that I’m a girl, and girls are not allowed in his.”

Pipe burst out laughing. “She wants to be in an MC. Can you believe that? Nearly four and wanting that shit.”

“You will always be welcome in my club, young lady.”

“Yay!” She screamed the word and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight. Bluebell reminded him so much of Elena when she was younger.

“You’re taking women now?”

“My niece can be the only woman member. I can control all my men, and she will be a princess forever.”

“You know, I like the sound of that,” Pipe said.

Bluebell wriggled out of his arms, and he watched as she went to play. “I need to put in a playground. Rage wants me to.”

“The clubs are expanding. Even Shawl has another baby on the way,” Pipe said.

“Seriously, that would be five.”

“He loves his woman, and nothing will get him to stop.”

“Pass me my nephew,” he said, reaching for Charlie.

Elena giggled, handing him over, and cuddling against Pipe. “You’re really good with kids.”

“I used to take care of you when you were a little one. I doubt you remember that shit, but I did.” Unlike some kids, he’d never minded taking care of Elena. He’d enjoyed her company, and she was so damn sweet. Natasha was always around to help him as well.

“I remember some of it. Not all.”

Pipe kissed her head.

It had taken some time on his part, but Saint was used to it now.

“So, Natasha is back.”

“You remember her?”

“Vaguely. She was your best friend, right?”

“Best friend, girlfriend, she was a first for a lot of things,” he said, aware of Pipe staring at him. Saint wasn’t going to show any kind of weakness. His father had taught him never to trust anyone. With Pipe, all he had to do was make sure his sister was taken care of, and that was more than good enough for him.

“Will I get to meet her?”

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