Chapter 8

8

Piston

I narrow my eyes as my fingers fly across the keyboard, trying to decode the government security system, and break through its firewalls for the second time this evening.

Steal messaged me while I was at Canine’s getting fucking shock after shock from my wife. Someone from The Killers sexually assaulted one of our girls at the Huntsmen’s Angels, and we had a name because the fucking idiot told it to Cherry, and it wasn’t even his road name, either; it was his legal name. He wanted all the fucking credit for managing to sneak into the club without our face recognition cameras picking him up.

It took me an hour to find the fucker before Steal sent three brothers to go fuck him up, wanting to send a message, though, if I had it my way, I’d put a bullet in his head for raping one of our girls.

No means fucking no!

Then, I sat around for an hour, not wanting to risk detection for being in their system for too long, before hacking them again through a different firewall, keeping myself hidden with different coding.

It takes time, too much fucking time, and I’m getting impatient.

It’s been three hours since my wife basically told me to go fuck myself, and my mind has been fucking racing since.

“Come on, come on…” I mumble as I press enter, my eyes locked on the monitors.

This is the problem right here; she fucking consumes me. She did in college, which is why I made us basically exclusive sex only. It’s also why I said we couldn’t be friends after I graduated, because I knew, even then, that she’d become more to me than I wanted.

The fact I went looking for her after our first night together is proof of that.

Natalie Mathews pops up on my screen and I sigh in relief that not only I’ve found her but because she’s using her married name.

Shaking my head at my ridiculous thoughts, I quickly write her new address down.

Meadows Street. Huh….

I quickly clear my coding and lock the firewall, making sure there is no evidence to find, then shut my systems down. I grab my cut, put it on, and rush out of my room, ensuring the door is locked behind me.

The clubwhores here aren’t as bad as some clubs, like at the Untamed Hell Fire’s MC, where they break into your room and poke holes in your condoms and shit, but I refuse to chance it.

Hammer, before he retired and went out riding with Steal’s mom Mary, ensured every clubwhore signed a contract saying that not only do they have sex of their own free will, but if they break into a brother’s room, or try and trap a brother, they’ll be sued.

Every clubwhore is on the contraceptive shot, and the brothers still use condoms as a precaution.

I walk quickly down the hallway and into the common room, brothers putting their hands up to me in greeting on my way through. Desiree bites her lip and twirls her hair in her finger when I walk near her, but I ignore her and continue on my route to the front door, needing to see where my wife has been staying and, more importantly, with who….

It takes me fifteen minutes before I pull up near her house, parking behind a massive oak tree. I climb off and walk around the tree, leaning on it as my eyes take in the light blue house, flowers growing underneath the windows, Nat’s car parked outside.

I don’t see any other vehicle, and I swallow hard at the relief I feel.

My emotions are so fucking conflicted.

I know I’ll hurt her; it's in my blood, which is why I said we couldn’t continue after my graduation, but I can’t help but feel prideful that she wears my ring on her finger. Then I feel pissed because she betrayed me and trapped me, before fury takes over, because every time I have seen her, she’s not wearing my cut. Now, though, I’m proud about her new job.

Like I said, my emotions are everywhere, my fucked up past making it hard to know what the fuck I should feel.

I suck in a breath when I notice Natalie near the window, but when I notice she’s wearing what looks to be a man’s shirt, my body vibrates with anger.

She laughs and smiles at something or someone out of view before she shuts off the lights.

Motherfucker!

I watch for about two hours after the house is covered in darkness, my hands fisted at my sides.

She’s in there, and she’s not alone.

Trying to ignore the urge to bang the fucking front door down, I shove off the tree and walk over to my bike.

Without a care in the fucking world, I switch it on and rev the fuck outta it, before screaming away down the road.

She’s there with someone, she’s not alone, not alone….

Ten minutes later, I pull up outside the Huntsmen, ignoring everyone around me, needing a drink.

People slap my back as I walk into the but, again, I ignore them and hold up two fingers. The prospect, Cam, giving me a nod, getting me a shot and a beer.

I down the shot as soon as he passes it to me before taking a seat, my head all over the place.

She’s been staying at that house for a year and a half, and even after we married, she never left her old shitty apartment like I believed, which meant she was in danger that whole fucking time, and now, she has someone with her.

But who?

Who in the fuck was my wife smiling at? Who’s fucking shirt was she wearing?

I run a hand through my hair. I shouldn’t have withheld her orgasms.

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

“Hey, baby,” Katie says as she slides up beside me. I grunt.

Fucking great.

“I thought you quit,” I snap before gulping my beer.

She giggles a little, making me roll my eyes as she whispers near my ear, “I came in for a drink, and I’m glad I did now because you’re here….”

I move away from her, but that doesn’t deter her as she follows me, and licks my neck. Without thinking, I shove her back with my right arm, and she scowls, but I ignore her.

If this were the other way around, I would have been fucking arrested for assault, for fuck’s sake.

“Seriously, Piston, this has got to stop. We both know you want me, and the only reason why you never fucked me hard against the wall like I saw you do with Angel when I first started here was because I was an employee. I’m not one now, so just take me!”

I snort and tilt my head as I point my beer bottle at her and state, “First of all, I never wanted to fuck you; you working here was just a good excuse to stop your continuous flirting and pushing, and secondly, I don’t want you now, either. I’m a married fucking man, I have an old lady, so turn your fake tits around and piss off before I ban you from all club properties.”

Her face reddens, and she sneers, “You don’t love your wife, and we both know you’ll give in soon enough!”

I chuckle darkly as she spins on her too-high heels and stomps away, her short shorts leaving nothing to the imagination.

Shaking my head, I take another swig of my beer, the image of my wife in someone else’s shirt taking over me, and anger hits again.

“What’s got your panties in a twist,” Bulldozer asks as he takes a seat next to me.

I give the brother a shrug, and he raises a brow.

The fucker is big, covered in tattoos, but he has a heart of gold.

I sigh, knowing he won’t go until I say something, so I lie, "It’s nothing.”

He hums, sipping his beer, and asks, “So it’s not about your pretty wife moving into a small two-bed house on Meadows Street?” I look at him in shock, and he grins, admitting, “It was my sister’s house. She’s renting it out, and asked me to get you to check on the person interested in it. I gave her the okay when I saw who it was.” I blink. He grins and admits, “Ava has called Nat a few times, and Nat’s been having a few issues with the property, you know, dripping taps, leaking roof, broken garbage disposal.” He raises his brow again and mumbles, “Maybe a certain husband can take over fixing them, because you know the landlord is so shitty.”

I tilt my head at him, his grin wide, and I shake my head. The fucker.

He chuckles, seeing my spirits lifted, showing just how much I’ve allowed this woman into my cold dead heart.

He knocks on the oak bar before standing, and says, “And maybe, just maybe, she’ll finally see her name on your chest.”

That said, he walks away, and I laugh to myself, regretting allowing him to tattoo it to begin with, knowing Anchor, my VP would never let me live it down, either.

Everyone in the club believes I should give our marriage a shot and, don’t get me wrong, I thought of it a few times despite her trapping me. A small part of myself, when she told me she was pregnant, was relieved because it meant she was mine, and that feeling scared the living shit outta me.

When I got her name tattooed, it was only six months after we started fucking, but I didn’t understand what I had done until she said she was pregnant.

I tap my finger on the bar, my mind going a million miles an hour.

Can I do this?

Can I give her all of me?

Can I control the anger inside me, the anger in my blood?

More importantly, can I love her like she deserves?

I sigh again, running a hand through my hair just as Desiree slides up beside me, Angel right behind her, both clearly helping out at the bar tonight.

They look at me expectantly, and without a second thought, I nod to the private room at the back of the bar because, yeah, no, I can’t give Nat what she deserves.

Even if I could look past her trapping me, I’ll destroy her like my father ruined my mother. It’s in my blood.