Page 49 of Piston
Everything I I told myself about our marriage, about her, is all fucking wrong.
Swallowing hard, I press my lips against her head before admitting, “Steal said, with my brains the tech skills, I’m the glue to the club. Like a motorcycle, I keep pushing fuel to ensure the club keeps running.”
She hums, gently kissing my chest, then whispers, “You need to be safe….”
I didn’t think anything of it at the time. We had sex three more times before she passed out, and I forgot about her words, my mission to find some fucking footage to ID the fucker, because she claimed to not remember what he looked like, that she was too scared. She was still asleep when I left this morning, leaving a note for the first time fucking ever, so I couldn’t ask her more about it.
She was trying to fucking protect me, even after the distance I put between us.
I turn and kick my chair across the room, causing it to crash into the wall with a bang.
She should have fucking told me!
Breathing hard, I quickly upload the video to a memory stick, and shut my computer down. Just as I put my cut on, my door opens, and I turn, thinking maybe it’s Acid, wondering what I found, only to see red.
This cunt has come in at the wrong fucking time. Katie stands in my doorway like a stupid cliche.
She’s wearing a long coat.
I can’t catch a fucking break today, can I?
Slowly, she undoes the belt and opens it, showing she truly is naked underneath, and the red I’m seeing turns into a haze.
“You haven’t been around lately, baby. I thought I’d surprise you while you’re here,” she purrs, biting her bottom lip, and I’m done, so very fucking done.
I storm toward her, and she grins, ready to grab hold of me. But before she can touch me, I grab her hair, yank her behind me, and drag her into the common room.
Every fucking woman knows the rules in this club.
A brother has an old lady and a wife, he’s off fucking limits, whether it’s on paper or not—unless he says otherwise. If you no longer work for the club, then the clubhouse is off limits until party nights.
Katie screams, causing everyone to look our way as we enter the common room, the officer brothers tensing.
“Piston?” Steal questions with confusion.
I throw Katie onto the floor, tempted to grab my knife and slit her throat, but I hold off, knowing we only kill if we have to.
I growl, pointing at the sobbing bitch who is trying to cover herself. “This bitch just entered my room without my permission, and opened her coat to show me she’s fucking naked. She propositioned me, even knowing I’m a married man in the eyes of the law and of the club.”
The club women all start shouting and cursing, knowing this could affect them because we brothers won’t take any shit. Katie sobs louder.
“Enough,” Steal shouts, causing everyone to quiet. He looks at me. “Is this why you called an emergency church?”
I huff out a laugh, and reply, “No, it wasn’t. The emergency church is about my fucking clumsy ass wife keeping a big fucking secret from us.”
Steal freezes as he takes me in, my anger radiating from me, and his eyes wide.
He looks at Cam, and snaps, “Get that bitch outta here. She’s banned from all club properties.”
Cam nods and storms over to her, his face stoic. He grips Katie’s arm, and drags her out as she pleads, but we all ignore her.
Anchor shouts, “Council brothers, church now!”
The brothers head into church, and I try to calm my racing heart, accepting the shot of whiskey from Sapphire, and downing it in one. I hand the glass back to her and she gives me a sympathetic smile, but I ignore it, not giving a shit if I’m being rude. I follow the brothers into church.
As soon as the door closes, everyone looks at me. I don’t take my seat, instead, I look around the room, make eye contact with my president, and state, “Aiden Mathews is the new leader fof The Killers.”
Acid stands angrily and demands, “How do you know that?”