Page 84 of Piston
Acid face reddens, and I ask, “So, big brother, what was that about not wanting to ask for my help?” He glares at me, anger rolling off him, but I shake my head. “Perrie doesn’t want anything to do with you, and this is one of the reasons why. Andrea has ensured she’ll never want you in her life again, andhonestly, brother, you’ve only got yourself to blame for fucking that bitch.”
He scoffs. “So what am I supposed to do, leave her be? Walk away?”
I smirk. “I didn’t say that, brother.”
Steal cuts in, “What he’s trying to say is that you have one hell of a battle on your hands, because this shit is fucked up.”
Acid goes to speak but is interrupted by a knock on the door, which swings open a few seconds later, and we all look as Cam’s head pops into the room.
Steal groans, “Fuck’s sake, what did the Untamed women send this time?”
Cam winces. “Thankfully, nothing, not after the dildos we received yesterday.” I grin, but it soon disappears when he says, “A woman at the gate got past Killen after hitting him on the head with a large stick, and is currently having a standoff with, uh, Natalie, who may be holding a stool, ready to swing. I tried to stop her, but she threatened my balls, and I like my balls….”
Fuck!
I stand, my chair knocking back, and I run to the door as Cam quickly opens it for me.
The brothers all trail out of church behind me, but we all stand back in shock as Christy lies on the floor holding her head as my woman stands above her, the stool in the air, ready to hit her again.
Cam groans, “Dammit, we missed it….”
I roll my eyes and run over to my woman, who’s going to be the fucking death of me.
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Natalie
Christy groans on the floor, holding her head while I hold a stool up in the air.
“Fucking shit, that’s my granddaughter-in-law, everyone,” Meredith announces as the men all stand back in shock, staring at me.
I roll my eyes at them and ask, “What? Did you expect me to stand back while she attacked me with a fricking stick? I’m pregnant, for Christ’s sake!”
The men shake their heads, still in shock, and I snort.
“You bitch, I’m going to press charges,” Christy cries from the floor.
I raise a brow. “Really, so you somehow get into the clubhouse and attack me, and you’re going to press charges against me when all I was doing was protecting me and my unborn child?” I tilt my head. “Isn’t there a warrant for your arrest?”
Her nostrils flare, and she goes to stand, screaming, but I swing my arms down, smacking her hard with the stool again. She drops to the floor again, her hand going straight to her head as she groans.
Who knew hitting someone who abused you with an object could be so much fun?
I smirk and lift the stool again, ready to knock this bitch out, when arms suddenly engulf me from behind, and his musky scent fills me. I relax in his hold, dropping the stool, which may or may not have just dropped on her stomach, making her grunt and cry out.
“My clumsy fucking girl,” Eli whispers in my ear, and I smile, knowing I did that on purpose, years of physical and verbal abuse needing an outlet.
“I know,” I agree innocently, making him chuckle before pressing a kiss to the crook of my neck, and gently pulling me away as Cam rushes past us, helping Christy up.
He restrains her, making her scream, “Get off me, you asshole! This is all her fault!”
I raise a brow and ask, “How is you trying to kill your child my fault?”
She sneers at me, “I never wanted you.” I flinch, causing Eli to hold me tighter as a part of me dies a little, seeing how much she hates me. I didn’t ask to be born. “I begged your father to get rid of you, but he refused. His boss knew about you, and he wanted to go higher up in the food chain.” I try not to flinch at her words. “Life was great until you came on the scene. For years, I managed to convince your father that you hit me and made my life difficult. When I had Cooper, when I got pregnant onpurpose, he chose him over you, over and over again, agreeing you were a danger to our son.”
Well, thanks, “Dad.”
“You ruined my life by not fucking off!”