“Fifty percent, you know it,” Pipe said.
“I still can’t believe you made it just to get on Saint’s good side,” Shawl said, shaking his head.
“There’s all kinds of crazy shit we’ll do as family. You of all people should know that.”
“Sarah’s my old lady,” Knife said, putting it out there.
The two men turned toward him. “You’re going to claim her?” Shawl asked.
“I have claimed her. Friday night, I was with her, and we’re together.”
Shawl and Pipe shared a look.
“What?” Knife asked.
“You’re claiming Ralf’s old lady. You know that could get messy?”
“I don’t care what it takes. Sarah and Ralf have been over. She’s mine.”
“This is going to get messed up,” Shawl said. “You’ll be back in there fighting in no time.”
“I’m not breaking any rules. We’re not poaching from their territory.”
“We know, brother,” Pipe said. “I just want you to be ready for that. As a club, we’ve all got your back. Sarah is yours, and we’ll protect her for you. We’re brothers for life.”
Knife nodded. “I wanted to let you both know so that when I tell everyone at the next church, you’re not surprised.”
They finished organizing the last of the schedule, and he followed Pipe outside to their bikes.
“You’re not going to talk me out of being with Sarah?” Knife asked.
“You didn’t talk me out of being with Elena. You could have done so as well. I’m the Prez, and I was prepared to start an all out war to get the woman I wanted.”
“This thing with me and Sarah, it hasn’t been an overnight thing, okay.”
“I know, Knife. You don’t have to justify yourself to me.” Pipe slapped him on the back. “I’m going to go and pick Bluebell up from Penny. She agreed to have her so I could do some work, and then I’m going to go have lunch with Elena.”
“You’re the perfect little family man now, aren’t you?”
“Fuck off. It’s the greatest feeling in the world.” Pipe hit out, smirking. “Wait until you have a wife, and a kid. It gives you something to want to go home to. It’s the way Elena makes me feel.”
“You want to go home to your wife?”
“Yeah, I do, and I’m not ashamed of that.” Pipe straddled his bike. “Will you be stopping by the cabin tonight?”
“I’m going apartment hunting with Sarah.” He checked the time and saw it was lunch time. “I’m going to stop by, see if she wants some lunch.”
“Good luck. Remember, don’t kill anyone without my permission.”
Knife smirked, watching as his Prez left. Straddling his own bike, he peeled out of the parking lot for the abandoned warehouse. The club paid for the cops to look the other way. Their fights earned a great deal of money. He did a lot of jobs for the Hell’s Wolves, but his main job was organizing the transportation of drugs through their territory.
Riding toward Sinners’ Corner, the trip only took a half an hour, and he was parking up outside of Dirty Deeds.
Looking into the shop, Knife gritted his teeth. He spotted Sarah behind the counter but he also saw Ralf.
The fucker was persistent. He didn’t want Ralf around her. They had been a couple, and he’d seen how cut up she had gotten over their breakup. She’d even run away to the city.
It was your arms she was coming apart in.