Tears filled her eyes as she stared into his. “Then you believe I’m a traitor.”
“What? No.”
“I’m with you, so by your very definition of a traitor, I’m it.”
Biting her lip, she tried to compose herself.
Pipe grabbed her hand, and they moved away from the dance floor. She didn’t want to go with him, but he seemed pretty determined to make sure she didn’t have a choice. He moved out of the side of the club, and pressed her against the wall. The warmth of the night surrounded her.
He pressed his hands either side of her head, and his body was so close that she didn’t have anywhere to go.
“You’re not a traitor. I told you before, we’re just two people sharing some fun in the bar.”
“What about outside of it?” she asked. “You’re pretty determined to stay in contact with me.”
“I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“By your words, I’m a traitor to my club.”
“Is ityourclub, Elena? Is it? From where I was standing today, you’re just a sister, and have nothing to do with the club. Saint, he makes sure you’re followed, and protected to the point no man will approach you. You’re living alone, and your only friend has just had her heart broken by a club boy.”
“Sarah’s not my only friend.”
“Given the choice, Penny also belongs to the club more than you. She wears Rage’s cut, and his name. I know what the Saints and Sinners want from their women.”
Elene pressed her hand against his chest. “What do you want from me?”
He cupped her face and ran this thumb across her lips. “What do you want, Elena?”
No one had ever asked that of her before. Her mother had taken her away from her family. Saint had brought her back to another family where she truly believed she didn’t belong.
Her heart was all over the place.
“I don’t know.”
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Pipe couldn’t wait any longer. Leaning in close, he pressed his lips to hers, and took a chance. Elena wasn’t a traitor as she didn’t belong to anyone. Saint adored her, but there was still a distance between brother and sister. Pipe had witnessed Elena’s pain two weeks ago, and today in the clubhouse parking lot, he’d seen it again.
She was hurting, and no one saw the truth. They refused to see it, and it broke his heart to see her in pain.
He’d killed women for being traitors to his club. It wasn’t his finest moment in life, but there was nothing he could do about it. His club had always come first, and the bitches were always willing to sell club information for cash.
Plunging his tongue into Elena’s mouth, he cupped her face with both of his hands, and tilted her head back as pleasure overtook him.
She grabbed his head and kissed him back with a passion that surprised him. When he moved his hand to sink into her hair, she gasped, and he held onto her, ravishing her mouth.
Seconds passed, and he released her lips but didn’t pull away.
“You’re not a traitor, and I wouldn’t harm you, not ever.”
“You’re a rival club.”
“Don’t bring our clubs into this.”
Her hands went to his shoulders. “Our clubs are always going to be part of this, Pipe. You’re the leader of the Hell’s Wolves, and I’m—I don’t know what I am, but I’m not just some civilian. Saint is my brother. I can’t do that to him.”
“What about you? When do you get to do what you want?” he asked.