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“No,” everyone answered at once.

“We help you out and we can’t even get a beer?” Crazy Bitch asked Diamond.

“One beer,” Knox agreed reluctantly.

“Knox,” Viper said in warning.

“One beer then they’ll leave,” Knox promised.

Sex Piston and her crew nodded their heads in agreement. As Knox and Diamond left the room with everyone following, Sex Piston couldn’t help herself from watching Viper turning to go to a bedroom at the end of the hall where Winter stood in the doorway with a sheet covering her body. When she saw everyone’s eyes on her, she shut the door just as Viper was about to enter. Unable to stop his momentum, he ran into the door.

Sex Piston snickered behind the badass biker’s back as they reached the top of the steps and saw the front door open and Stud enter with several of the Blue Horseman coming in behind him.

Cash, who was at the bottom of the steps, turned toward the door. “What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked Stud.

“We want our women.”

“What women?” Cash asked, blocking Stud from coming any further into the clubhouse.

“Sex Piston, Crazy Bitch and T.A., you can keep Killyama,” Stud said, looking up the steps. Catching sight of the women at the top of the steps with Rider and Train half naked sparked a fury within him that Sex Piston knew was a result of finding them in another motorcycle club.

“What in the hell are you doing here, Stud?” Sex Piston yelled, leaning over the railing. Her hair messed up and her top torn, she looked down at the President of the Blue Horseman.

“Which one touched you?” Stud yelled back.

“What?” Sex Piston asked in confusion.

“Which motherfucking asshole touched you? Because they’re going to regret touching something that’s mine.”

“I’m not yours!” she yelled, putting her hands on her hips and glaring back.

“You damn sure are. Get your ass down here now!”

“We’re not going anywhere; we’re staying for a beer.” Smugly, Sex Piston continued to ignore his order.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

Stud signaled his men at her response. Knox didn’t waste time, he moved Diamond back as Stud charged up the stairway after Sex Piston at the same time that the Blue Horsemen came through the doorway in a mass.

Sex Piston tried to take off running down the hallway, but ran into Viper who had come back down the hallway when he heard the new commotion.

“Just a minute,” Viper said, preventing Sex Piston from getting away.

As Stud reached the top of the stairs, seeing Viper holding Sex Piston seemed to piss the biker off even more.

“Let her go, Viper.”

“My pleasure.” Viper let Sex Piston’s arm go, and before Sex Piston could move, Stud had her.

“Let me go,” she said, trying to twist free.

“Pike.” Stud turned as another Blue Horseman came up the steps. “Take her to the truck.” Sex Piston tried to struggle away, but found herself tossed over the big man’s shoulder.

Stud turned back to the rest of Sex Piston’s crew. She heard his smartass remark as she was carried out the door. “Now, you can go with her or be carried away, which is it going to be?”





Chapter Seven



“You son of a bitch let me go!” Sex Piston pounded on the truck window. Pike ignored her as he leaned on the door from the outside, preventing her from getting out. Bear leaned against the other door. Sex Piston knew it would be even more useless to try with that giant leaning against it.

“Fuck!” Sex Piston kicked the dashboard with the heel of her boot.

The truck door opened then and Stud slid into the seat. Putting the key in the ignition, he turned the truck on.

“Let me out!” Sex Piston screamed at him.

“No.” Stud remained calm in the face of her fury, which pissed her off even more.

“How did you even know where we were?”

“Fat Louise.”

Sex Piston should have known better than to trust her. She would cave the first time anyone questioned her about where they were.

“We were only helping Diamond out with Knox,” Sex Piston explained, trying to calm herself down.

“I don’t give a fuck why you were there. You’ve belonged to the Destructors long enough to know that you don’t go into another MC.”

“To party. We went to help my sister. There is a difference. She’s in love with the asshole,” Sex Piston argued.

“What Diamond does is her own business. She doesn’t belong to me, you do.” His clenched jaw showed the fury he was trying to keep in check.

Sex Piston’s mouth dropped open. “I don’t belong to you. I’m not one of your bitches.”