Sex Piston(14)

“Do you belong to the Destructors?” Stud questioned her loyalty.

Sex Piston snapped her mouth closed. The Destructors Club wasn’t the same as when Skulls ran it, but she wasn’t ready to walk away from it or her lifelong friends.

“Yes,” Sex Piston admitted.

“Then you belong to me. Let’s get something straight right now, Sex Piston. I’ve allowed you and your crew leeway because of your dad, but you keep getting in my face, disrespecting me in front of my brothers, I will cut you loose, regardless of my friendship with him. He wouldn’t expect me to put up with the bullshit you have been throwing my way since I’ve taken over.

“I’m giving you warning. I’ve had enough and I’m not going to put up with it anymore.” He had never used that tone of voice on her before. It was cold and harsh, leaving no doubt that he would follow through with his warning.

Sex Piston started to snap back at him, but she had to admit he had a point. She had challenged his authority since he had taken over and he couldn’t lead the Destructors if he allowed himself to be constantly humiliated by the women. He had actually given them more of a chance than anyone else would have in the same situation.

“I’ll cool it with the attitude at the club.” Sex Piston turned away, looking out the window.

“That would be a help,” Stud said, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice.

Sex Piston cast him a sharp glance before looking away again as he no longer tried to hide his attraction to her. He was letting her know that he intended to have her when his gaze lowered to her top that had been ripped in her fight with Evie before catching her eyes with his. Sex Piston saw the steely determination that replaced the amusement on his face.

Wanting to tell him to go fuck himself, Sex Piston bit back the words as she tried to remain calm and get herself under control. Her temper had never been her strongest trait.

“I wanted to thank you for helping out with my kids.” He changed the subject, loosening the sexual tension in the cab of the truck.

“I haven’t done shit.”

Stud cast her a curious look when she denied her involvement with his kids.

“It shouldn’t be for much longer. As soon as the Destructors settle down, I’ll leave Bear in charge then head back home.”

Sex Piston felt a twist in her gut at his words. She wasn’t about to admit she would miss his hellions.

“They have gotten attached to you,” Stud probed.

Sex Piston remained quiet, not about to go there.

When he received no encouragement, Stud quit talking for the remainder of the ride.

Pulling up in front of her house, Sex Piston grabbed the handle of the truck door about to jump out of the truck.

“Sex Piston.” She paused, looking back at him when she heard the serious tone in his voice. “Don’t go near The Last Riders again.”

She climbed out of the truck, slamming the truck door on his demand. She had no intention of going near The Last Riders again. She understood the warning in his voice that he was done giving her any more leeway. Trouble was going to lead to a confrontation she didn’t want. She just had to make it until he returned home then her life would return to normal. Again, she ignored the gut twisting that thought brought forward.

She was becoming a sappy mess. Her bitches would make fun of her if they knew the thought of Stud and his kids leaving bothered her. Still, when she let herself into her parents’ home and shut the door behind her, she couldn’t resist looking out the side window, watching his truck pull out of the driveway and drive away.

* * *

“Watch that motherfucker ride.” Killyama’s voice could be heard over the roar of the crowd as they watched the motorcycles race over the indoor track.

Sex Piston knew which rider she was complimenting. He was a newcomer none of them had seen before at the races. His lean body controlled the bike at a speed that had put him in the lead from the beginning. None of the other riders could keep up with the skill he was showing, cutting through the bikers as they traveled the course.

A biker hit the wall of the course, wrecking his bike with a flare of sparks. The biker they were admiring dodged both the biker and his machine in a maneuver that should have had him joining the fallen biker on the pavement, but he held his machine steady in a show of skill that Sex Piston hadn’t ever seen in all the times she had been going to the motorcycle races.

“I want me some of that,” Crazy Bitch cooed.

“Me, too,” Killyama said excitedly.

T.A. and Fat Louise were also hanging over the rails in the nosebleed section of the huge coliseum.

“Who is he? I haven’t seen him at any of the races before.” Sex Piston made no attempt to keep the admiration out of her voice.