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What if it grows to hate me?

What if the Killers come for it?

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Piston – One Week Later

“Please, please, I don’t know where he’s gone,” the man before me screams in terror as I slice his arm.

As I reach for his hand, I pause, smirking, giving him a chance to change his answer. But he shakes his head vigorously, his black, greasy hair falling over his eyes.

With a tut, I cut his pinkie off. He screams and cries, thrashing in the chair he’s tied to over the drain in the bunker, his finger dropping on the floor.

The last time I was in here was when I killed Katie, and here I am again, but this time, I don’t want this fucker dead; I want answers.

I need them….

Cam was driving back from the grocery store with Sapphire, and found this fucker on the side of the road on his phone; his bike had broken down, and what do you know, he had a Killers jacket on.

Cam took the initiative, and Sapphire dug in and helped bring him to the clubhouse last night.

“What time do you need to be at the hospital?” Steal asks over the screams, and I turn to look at him. He shrugs. “I thought I could take you….”

Canine snorts but coughs to cover it while I grin. “We’ve got to see if the baby has a heartbeat today, Prez, you not busy enough to wait around?”

He grins., “Nope, not busy at all.”

I chuckle and turn back to the fucker, and stab him in his stomach, and growl, “You do know where he fucking is, and I suggest you tell me or you’re going to be in a world of pain. I’m barely holding on as it is because I recognize you; you are one of the fuckers who took my wife.”

He coughs as I remove the knife, and he sneers, “You don’t know him; he’ll hide until he wants to be found, and maybe, if she had told us what we wanted to know, she wouldn’t have been taken.”

Anger hits and I get in his face, murmuring, “Actually, I know the bastard well; he’s the man who beat the shit outta me growing up, but he underestimated me where my wife is concerned.” His eyes widen. “What, didn’t my dad tell you he had two kids in the Huntsmen MC? Some leader he is, lying to his men.”

I grin at the fucker, then stab him in the shoulder next, making him cry out as the brothers have their conversation behind me.

“I think I should take Piston to the hospital; she is my sister-in-law, after all,” Acid chimes in as I slice off the guy’s pointer finger, and he sobs.

Acid is not fooling anyone.

“You just want to see if Perrie is there,” Steal adds, making the brothers chuckle as I roll my eyes. They start to bicker like I’m not torturing someone in front of them.

“Cassidy doesn’t want to see you, Steal. It’s been five years, and she looked ready to castrate you. Are you really willing to test her anger?” Acid tries, though he’s not lying. Every time Steal come to the hospital, she’s suddenly too busy, and gets interns to check on my girl, the same interns who have stated they’ve had to hide the sharp instruments from her.

“And Perrie doesn’t want to see you,” Steal retorts, and I sigh.

I tighten my smile and hold my finger up, making the guy in the chair look at me with confusion and perplexity, before I turn to the squabbling idiots.

“Neither lady wants anything to do with either of you,” I snap, getting their attention. I look at Acid. “You fucked Perrie despite knowing her feelings for you over the years, told her it was a mistake, then fucked her so-called best friend a week later to hide from your feelings.” He scowls, but I ignore it and look at my prez. He raises a brow, and I sigh. “Steal, you held a gun to Cassidy’s head and didn’t even question her. Faith told you how it went down, and you believed her, not questioning the fact that Cassidy maybe had a reason for stabbing Brute, or she may not have stabbed him at all, she could have walked into the kitchen and seen him on the floor and tried to save him, being the healershe is.” He swallows, his throat bobbing. “As I said, you both fucked up, and the ladies are moving on.”

Acid steps forward and demands, “What do you mean moving on?”

I groan, lifting my hand to the idiot, and snap, “I’m trying to fucking torture someone here!”

Steal growls, “Piston….”

I huff. “Perrie’s lawyer guy is sniffing around her again, and Cassidy, well, I’ve heard her on the phone several times. It sounds like she’s seeing someone.” I point the knife at Steal, blood dripping from it. “It’s been five years, so get the scowl off your face. It’s not like you’ve stayed a fucking monk.”

Steal's face reddens while Acid scoffs, “Over my dead fucking body….”