Saint hung up, and Pipe smiled.
“What’s going on with you?” Egg asked.
Egg was the one who’d told him about Sean’s attempt to take over power of the Hell’s Wolves. The club belonged to him. Pipe had not only fought his old man for the right of Prez, he’d also killed his old man. The fucker had wanted to get into selling kids, and take the club down a dark path. Pipe was dark, but he drew the line at kids. Women, they could fuck whoever the hell they wanted so long as none of them caused him a problem.
Elena wasn’t like any of the women he’d been with. Her smile had been pure, and yet filled with so much pain. Pipe wanted to know what made her tick. The moment he learned the truth about her existence, he’d been curious, but now he was fucking addicted. He needed to see her again, and to know that she was okay.
“Nothing is going on. Just got work to do.”
“Do you want one of us to come with you?” Pocket asked, shouting toward him.
Pipe shook his head. “I can handle one trip to Saint’s club.”
“I don’t trust them,” Shawl said.
“It’s not your position to trust them. Remember our boys struck against them first, not the other way around. They have a right to be pissed. We’re in business together. I’m not out to start a war, do you hear me?”
He stared at some of his men that were present within the warehouse.
“We hear you,” Shawl said. “Just be careful.”
Pipe was the only one who had the ability to handle the club. Shawl had already voiced his fear to him, and he understood Shawl’s concern. All of his men were bloodthirsty, and used to spilling blood regularly. His father had seen that the Hell’s Wolves were vicious, and showed no mercy. In the past couple of years, Pipe had forced them to use their heads rather than their guns. He didn’t want to bury any more men. The ones he’d put in the ground himself had been necessary.
No one fucked with him and lived to tell the tale.
He was known as “Pipe” for bashing people’s heads in with a steel pipe, but that was only part of the story. Pipe didn’t stop until he’d made people beg for death long before he gave it. He was a monster, and he openly admitted to it.
If Saint knew for a second that he was interested in Elena, Pipe didn’t doubt a war would be declared.
Taking the schedule from Shawl, he nodded at all of his men, and made his way out toward his bike. It had been a long day, and Elena had sent all of his calls to voicemail. He wasn’t going to be leaving her a message, and she damn well knew it. Pipe listened to her voice as she told people that they’d missed her.
He wanted to see her again. It had been too long since they were last together.
Straddling his bike, he shoved the schedule within his jacket, before riding out of the warehouse. He rode out toward Sinners’ Corner. The town was quite large, and in fact a nice village. He’d yet to have the pleasure of eating in the town as his club wasn’t allowed unless invited by Saint himself, which had yet to happen.
She’s just another bitch.
Even as he thought it, he knew it was a lie.
Elena wasn’t just another bitch. She was a keeper. Shawl had shown him what a keeper really was. The brother had been married for six years, and four kids, and hadn’t strayed toward one of the club women. It was why Pipe had made him VP. Shawl didn’t go hunting for wars or trouble. He had his wife and children to worry about.
Pushing thoughts of Shawl out of his mind, he drove down the long strip of town, glancing over at Dirty Deeds. He was surprised to see it shut, as it was usually open all the time.
There was no chance of him catching sight of Elena now. Riding toward the clubhouse, he focused on the road ahead of him, ignoring the curious looks from the locals. Pulling into the clubhouse, he spotted Saint standing with the good old deputy, Ralf. The only problem, Ralf wasn’t wearing his uniform but a leather cut. That was a shock. Wow, everyone was just full of surprises lately.
Parking his bike, Pipe saw several of the Saints and Sinners go for their weapons, but they didn’t draw. Climbing off his bike, he smiled, and gave them a whistle.
“I’ve got a little gathering of followers. I’m impressed.”
“Shut the fuck up, Pipe. Just give me the fucking schedule.”
He was moving toward Saint just as another car pulled into the parking lot. She parked in the entrance so no one could get in or get out. Pipe watched as Elena kept the motor running but climbed out of the car. She froze the moment she caught sight of him, and he wondered what she was going to say.
“Elena?” Saint asked.
“You wanted me to come by after work. Work is finished.”
Interesting.