Elena is the estranged sister of Saint, Prez of the Saints and Sinner’s MC. She was once part of his world until their mother tore her from everything she knew. Now, she doesn’t belong—not in the club, and not as Saint’s sister either. When she meets Pipe in a bar, everything changes. He awakens a need inside her that she can’t deny.
Pipe doesn’t want anything from Elena—only her. He’s not after a war, nor is he after blackmailing Saint’s little sister. She’s not like any other woman he’s ever known. All he wants is to get to know her.
Away from both clubs, they explore their attraction, and it doesn’t take long for their feelings to deepen. Saint is no fool, and when he discovers that Pipe has been screwing his sister, there is hell to pay.
Pipe will not let Elena pick between him or Saint. He’s prepared to make a bargain that brings the Saints and Sinners MC closer to the Hell’s Wolves. He wants peace, and to keep his woman safe. Will Saint let him live? Or will Pipe have to take care of business one final time?
Be Warned: spanking
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.”
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.
She was struggling to take what she wanted, and it hurt him to see her like this. He’d never known Elena, never gotten close to her, and yet she was part of him. Her pain was his pain.
“I don’t get to have what I want.”
“That’s bullshit, and you’re trying to make your life difficult.”
“Tell me, Pipe, tell me how we can make this work?” she asked. “I live in a town that is owned by a club, and you’re not part of that.”
“Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me your pussy is not soaking wet right now, and that you’re not temped to take a chance with me?” He wasn’t going to back down, or back away.
She opened her mouth, and he slammed his lips down on hers, silencing her again. He gripped her waist, pressing his cock against her pussy, and moaning as she held him even tighter.