Page 31 of Piston
The door to church shuts after the last brother takes his seat, making me look up.
Only council brothers are part of church; if it’s something that the whole brotherhood needs to be aware of, then the meeting will take place in the common room.
Steal bangs the gavel and looks around the table, staring at Anchor, who raises his brow, showing he also doesn’t know what this is about.
Steal’s eyes go to Bulldozer, our secretary, and then to our sergeant-at-arms, Cannon. Our blood cousin on our father’s side, Axe, wanted the job, and is sour about not getting it, especially since he is the same age as me, and I’m an officer.
One by one, Steal looks at each brother sitting around the table before his eyes settle on me, and I furrow my brows, tilting my head at him when they don’t move.
What the fuck is going on?
He clears his throat and says, “Cannon, Pitbull, I need you both to stand behind Piston.”
Now, why would my prez want our SaA and enforcer to stand behind me?
“Steal, what’s going on?” Acid demands, his eyes going to the two brothers who’re doing as they were told. Steal doesn’t answer, only keeping eye contact with me, and my pulse starts to race at the blank look he’s giving me.
“Grip his shoulders,” Steal demands, and Cannon and Pitbull do as they are told, but I don’t flinch or move.
Something big has happened, and it has to do with me, but I don’t know what; though, there’s only one person who can make me lose my cool, but surely this isn’t about her….
He looks around the room again, but every brother is looking my way in confusion as I keep my eyes on my prez.
He swallows hard, makes eye contact with me again, and admits, “Natalie came to see you yesterday….”
My blood starts to boil.
So, thisisabout my wife.
I haven’t seen her in three days, since our family meal, since I fucking saw her wearing another man’s shirt.
I watch two clubwhores fuck and feel like I cheated, and yet she was wearing another guy’s clothing.
Fucking perfect….
“What did she need, Steal?” Bulldozer asks with concern when I don’t speak up.
Steal doesn’t break eye contact as he admits, “She revealed something last night, and fuck, she’s going to have my balls for this….” I furrow my brows and go to lean forward, to give him my whole attention, but the brothers behind me tighten their grip my shoulders, and I roll my eyes as Steal clears his throat. “I promised her I wouldn’t get you involved, Piston. She didn’t want you to know, but, in my defense, when I promised, I had my fingers crossed behind my back.”
The brothers chuckle, and I raise a brow despite my confusion and warn, “My wife, Steal, is clumsy as hell. She’ll use it as an excuse to hurt you….”
He winces. “Yeah, I’m aware of how clumsy your wife is, brother; I saw it firsthand last night….”
I tilt my head at his meaning before it hits. “Seriously? She knocked over my fucking bike?”
He chuckles a little. “Yeah, and fuck, it was hilarious. All she did was back up a little, not noticing it behind her, and when it fell, I tell yah, brother, I have never heard your wife swear so much, and she even said something about changing her name and having plastic surgery when she realized it was your bike.”
The brothers all laugh, and I shake my head, dropping my head and mumbling, “Always so fucking clumsy….”
Yeah, her knocking over my bike is definitely my punishment for allowing?—
My thoughts halt, and I look at Steal sharply.
Please, fuck no….
He gives me a sympathetic look and confirms, “She saw everything in the common room.” The brothers wince, knowinghow rowdy it can get get. “Including you watching the whores.” He clears his throat. “She, uh, she was crying, brother, and she admitted she loved you….”
I slump back, Cannon and Pitbull both relaxing their hold on me.