"Yes."
He released a sigh. "Fine, baby. I"ve killed traitors to my club, and if they"ve had a c.u.n.t, then yes, women are dead, too."
"What do you consider a traitor?"
"Someone who turns their backs on the club."
Tears filled her eyes as she stared into his. "Then you believe I"m a traitor."
"What? No."
"I"m with you, so by your very definition of a traitor, I"m it."
Biting her lip, she tried to compose herself.
Pipe grabbed her hand, and they moved away from the dance floor. She didn"t want to go with him, but he seemed pretty determined to make sure she didn"t have a choice. He moved out of the side of the club, and pressed her against the wall. The warmth of the night surrounded her.
He pressed his hands either side of her head, and his body was so close that she didn"t have anywhere to go.
"You"re not a traitor. I told you before, we"re just two people sharing some fun in the bar."
"What about outside of it?" she asked. "You"re pretty determined to stay in contact with me."
"I wouldn"t hurt you."
"By your words, I"m a traitor to my club."
"Is it your club, Elena? Is it? From where I was standing today, you"re just a sister, and have nothing to do with the club. Saint, he makes sure you"re followed, and protected to the point no man will approach you. You"re living alone, and your only friend has just had her heart broken by a club boy."
"Sarah"s not my only friend."
"Given the choice, Penny also belongs to the club more than you. She wears Rage"s cut, and his name. I know what the Saints and Sinners want from their women."
Elene pressed her hand against his chest. "What do you want from me?"
He cupped her face and ran this thumb across her lips. "What do you want, Elena?"
No one had ever asked that of her before. Her mother had taken her away from her family. Saint had brought her back to another family where she truly believed she didn"t belong.
Her heart was all over the place.
"I don"t know."
Pipe couldn"t wait any longer. Leaning in close, he pressed his lips to hers, and took a chance. Elena wasn"t a traitor as she didn"t belong to anyone. Saint adored her, but there was still a distance between brother and sister. Pipe had witnessed Elena"s pain two weeks ago, and today in the clubhouse parking lot, he"d seen it again.
She was hurting, and no one saw the truth. They refused to see it, and it broke his heart to see her in pain.
He"d killed women for being traitors to his club. It wasn"t his finest moment in life, but there was nothing he could do about it. His club had always come first, and the b.i.t.c.hes were always willing to sell club information for cash.
Plunging his tongue into Elena"s mouth, he cupped her face with both of his hands, and tilted her head back as pleasure overtook him.
She grabbed his head and kissed him back with a pa.s.sion that surprised him. When he moved his hand to sink into her hair, she gasped, and he held onto her, ravishing her mouth.
Seconds pa.s.sed, and he released her lips but didn"t pull away.
"You"re not a traitor, and I wouldn"t harm you, not ever."
"You"re a rival club."
"Don"t bring our clubs into this."
Her hands went to his shoulders. "Our clubs are always going to be part of this, Pipe. You"re the leader of the h.e.l.l"s Wolves, and I"m-I don"t know what I am, but I"m not just some civilian. Saint is my brother. I can"t do that to him."
"What about you? When do you get to do what you want?" he asked.
She was struggling to take what she wanted, and it hurt him to see her like this. He"d never known Elena, never gotten close to her, and yet she was part of him. Her pain was his pain.
"I don"t get to have what I want."
"That"s bulls.h.i.t, and you"re trying to make your life difficult."
"Tell me, Pipe, tell me how we can make this work?" she asked. "I live in a town that is owned by a club, and you"re not part of that."
"Tell me you don"t want me. Tell me your p.u.s.s.y is not soaking wet right now, and that you"re not temped to take a chance with me?" He wasn"t going to back down, or back away.
She opened her mouth, and he slammed his lips down on hers, silencing her again. He gripped her waist, pressing his c.o.c.k against her p.u.s.s.y, and moaning as she held him even tighter.
"Elena," Sarah said, interrupting them.
Pulling away, he saw Knife was standing behind Sarah as they leaned out of the door.
"What is it?" Elena asked, tucking some hair behind her ear.
"Saint has just entered the bar," Sarah said. "With Ralf."
Sarah"s lip wobbled, and Pipe actually felt sorry for her.
"c.r.a.p!" Elena looked toward him, and then her friend. "What do you want to do, honey?"
"I don"t want to see Ralf. I don"t want to be near him."
He looked toward Knife, who was staring at Sarah.
"Go," Pipe said.
"What?"
"Go straight down that path, and you"ll get to your car. I"ll handle Saint."
"You"d do that?"
"Yes. Go."
Knife held the door open as Sarah and Elena left the back of the bar. He made sure Knife held the door open, and he moved toward the side of the bar, watching as Elena climbed behind her wheel. She gave him a smile and a wave.
Making his way back to the door, Knife was smiling.
"What"s your f.u.c.king problem?"
"I"ve got no problem, none at all."
"You"ve clearly got something to say, so f.u.c.king spill it."
Knife smiled. "You like Saint"s sister."
Wrapping his fingers around Knife"s throat, Pipe started to squeeze so Knife knew not to mess with him.
"You keep that s.h.i.t to yourself, do you understand? You"re not going to tell anyone, not the club, not Saint, no one."
Knife nodded, and Pipe let him go. "I"m not exactly going to start telling the guys that you"ve got a thing for Elena, when Sarah has caught my attention."
"Sarah?"
"She"s a nice girl, and she tries to play the bad girl, when she"s not. There"s something about her, and I just don"t know what it is." Knife smiled. "I guess we"re both f.u.c.ked seeing as she belonged to the good old deputy."
"They"re not together anymore."
"We"re talking like a couple of p.u.s.s.ies here." Knife shook his head. "This could get ugly."
Pipe laughed, and together they made their way back toward the main bar. He wasn"t scared of Saint. He wasn"t scared of anything.
"Sarah, huh?" Pipe asked.
"I don"t know. She"s nice, and I guess in our world we don"t do nice. We deal with b.i.t.c.hes, and b.i.t.c.hes are not nice."
Pipe couldn"t fault the man. Elena wasn"t like any other b.i.t.c.h he"d ever known. In fact, even thinking about her as a b.i.t.c.h left a bad taste in his mouth.
The moment they entered the main bar, he saw Saint and several bikers scanning the crowd. Pipe and Knife took a seat at the end of the bar, and signaled the barman to give them a beer.
It didn"t take long for Saint to spot them.
"What the f.u.c.k are you two doing here?" Saint asked.
Pipe turned toward the other Prez and smiled. "We"re not wearing any patches. We"ve got a right to be here, just like you."
None of the Saints and Sinners were wearing patches either.
"Where"s Sarah?" Ralf asked, coming to stand next to Saint.
"Who"s Sarah?" He glanced at Knife. "Do you know a Sarah?"
"All of these b.i.t.c.hes could be a Sarah to me."
"Don"t talk about my woman like that!" Ralf moved to grab Knife, who quickly drew what he"d been named for.
"You really want to do this here?" Pipe asked, standing up. The whole room had gone tense, and the silence was deafening. "We"re in neutral ground. Nothing going down here. You want a fight, I"ll give you one, but it"ll be the Saints and Sinners Prez who would have started it. Do you want that?" he asked.
"f.u.c.k! Back off, Ralf, now."
"What?"
"Now. Pipe"s right. This is not the time or the place to be having this kind of fight. Back off."
Knife waited for Ralf to lower his fists, and they all took a step back.
"I"m going to back away, and you"re going to back away," Pipe said, grabbing Knife"s arm, and making his way toward the back of the bar. "We"ll call this one a close call."
"Yes."
Slowly, they exited the large room, and as they were leaving the bar, Pipe heard the silence disappear as the locals started talking once again.
"I could have f.u.c.ked him up," Knife said.
"It"s not the right time, nor is it the right place. We"d have f.u.c.ked ourselves over with this."
"I don"t like it. Sarah"s sobbing over that little s.h.i.t? He"s not f.u.c.king worth s.h.i.t. He can"t even hack it as a deputy. Little s.h.i.t."
"Tell me how you feel," Pipe said, moving toward his bike. He may not wear his cut, but he"d always ride his bike.
Knife shook his head. "Why did you invite me?"
He"d had his pick of the club to invite.
Pipe shrugged. "I figured you"d be the only one not threatening toward Sarah."
"You do know this is going to end badly for both you and Elena, right?"
He released a sigh. Knife and Elena seemed to like telling him what he could or couldn"t have. It infuriated him and p.i.s.sed him off.
"Let me deal with what I can and can"t have."
"Saint will start a war if he thinks you"re taking advantage of his sister."
"I"m not taking advantage, a.s.shole. He"s not going to do anything if he knows that Elena wants me as well."
Knife started laughing.