Page 54 of Piper's Pyro
“It doesn’t matter how Pyro feels.” My jaw twitched. “Nobody can be with our sister without our approval.”
“Good. Because they don’t have mine,” Spectre said through gritted teeth.
“Same. He’s a drummer. Probably doesn’t even ride a hog.” Bone shook his head. “They don’t have my vote.”
“Y’all are a bunch of overbearing control freaks. Piper is a grown woman.” Hustler pointed at me. “One day, Nova is going to want to date, and the boy may not be a biker. Then what will you do? Because you know, Karma won’t let you dictate who Nova loves.”
“Fuck,” I growled. “Now isn’t the time to talk about this shit. Get your minds off Piper’s love life. We’ll deal with that after she’s safely home.”
Hustler snorted. “This is one area I don’t agree with you.”
“Not so sure I do either,” Buff muttered.
I didn’t know what I thought or how I felt about Piper falling for a drummer. She was my baby sister, our biker princess. Our club had rules. Bylaws on crap like this.
If Pyro wanted to be with Piper. If she loved him. I might be able to get on board with the two of them only if he agreed to prospect.
But I didn’t know which of my brothers would sponsor him. I sure as fuck wouldn’t, and neither would Spectre. My little brother felt nothing but disdain for the drummer. I wasn’t sure why.
The elevator doors opened, and we filed out.
Our weapons were drawn.
Our hearts were pounding.
Determination and vengeance flowed through our veins.
“Knights forever,” I whispered.
“Forever Knights,” my brothers replied.
“Let’s take this fucker down. Be safe,” I told them as we crept down the hallway. Pyro wasn’t in plain view, which meant he had made it into the room.
I hadn’t heard gunshots, so he should be in one piece.
I hoped.
18
Pyro
My anxiety was at an all-time high the closer I got to room four hundred sixty-one. Rachel’s sweet face stayed at the forefront of my mind. I needed to keep my focus on rescuing Piper for my little sister. I wouldn’t lose another person when I had the chance to save them.
I had failed Rachel.
I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
Just breathe, man. You got this.
But did I?
My skin itched from wearing the blue scrubs Cobra had made me put on. I didn’t like rough, starchy fabrics. They smelled funny too. All my senses were at a heightened level as a panic attack spun inside me like a dust cloud. It would turn into a full-blown destructive tornado if it gathered enough strength.
Stop already.
I approached the door with massive amounts of trepidation. The fucker could open the door and shoot me in the chest over and over until he didn’t have a single bullet left.
Piper could be dead inside. Dead, dead, dead.
