You were the one she was screaming in pleasure at.
Climbing off his bike, he made his way into the shop.
“Who are you seeing?” Ralf asked.
“Me,” Knife said.
They had already turned toward him. Knife glanced at Sarah to see her smiling at him.
“Knife,” she said.
Turning his gaze to Ralf, he saw the other man was pissed. “You’re dating this fucker?” Ralf asked.
“Ralf!”
“Don’t talk to her that way,” Knife said.
“So you think you can come into our town and take our women from us? Pipe may be screwing Saint’s sister, but that doesn’t mean you can take from us.”
“That is out of line,” Sarah said.
“Sarah doesn’t belong to you, and she hasn’t belonged to you for a long time. You left her alone. What did you expect? Did you expect her to wait for you?”
“We were not through.”
“Ugh, are you being this stupid on purpose?” Sarah said, drawing both of their attentions to her. “You left me, Ralf. You walked away and behaved like I was the one who made you be different.”
Knife watched as Ralf’s shoulders dropped. “It wasn’t over between us.”
“It was over a long time ago, Ralf.”
Ralf shook his head. “So you’re shacking up with this bastard.”
“You can call me all the names you want, but don’t even think of trying to insult her.”
“She’s mine.”
“No. You were an idiot, and idiots always lose because they don’t realize a good thing until it’s gone.”
“Did you cheat on me?” Ralf asked.
“I’d never do that,” Sarah said.
“You know what, it’s time you left,” Knife said.
“Don’t even think of putting a hand on me.” Ralf held his hand up in warning. “I mean it, stay the fuck away from me.”
Knife held his hand up. He didn’t want to cause a fight. The clubs were getting along, and he wasn’t going to let a little disagreement spoil that. Ralf walked out of the shop, slamming the door closed as he did. The glass shattered, and Sarah cursed.
“Great, just great.” She grabbed her cell phone and started calling someone.
Moving up to the counter, he waited for her to finish.
“Hello, Saint, I know you’re probably super busy, but Ralf has just broken the glass in the door. We now need a new door. Get back in touch. Bye.” She hung up the phone, and sighed. “Hi.”
“Are you mad?”
“No. I’m not mad at you. He came with some lunch, and I didn’t know what to do, and he was being a little persistent. We were an item at one point, but he doesn’t seem to grasp that it’s over. Hopefully, he’ll see that we are so over. How are you?”