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It’s assholes like this that we end up helping girls get away from and the more I think about him with Piper, the more I can’t wait to put my fist in his face.

Fuck.

I don’t even care if he presses charges at this point.

Although, having to call Piper and ask her to bail me out of jail might not go over so well. Then I would have to apologize for another thing.

We pull up in front of a decent looking house not from from the club and the front door opens before I can even jump out of the truck. He eyes the bikes warily as the engines cut off and steps out onto the porch.

“Can I help you?”

I look down at the paper in my hand. “James Williams?”

“Yeah, what the hell do you want?” he snaps and my brow shoots up to my hairline as I look over at Blaze and Streak. Who in the fuck does this guy think he is? If three bikers show up on your doorstep looking for you, the worst thing you can do is cop an attitude. I walk halfway up his front sidewalk and stop, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I want you to stop sending flowers to my fucking wife.”

His head jerks back. “Your wife? I don’t even fucking know you, douchebag.”

“Sure, you do. I’m the guy you could never live up to in Piper’s mind.”

“Piper?” he asks, a smile curving across his face as he walks down the steps, suddenly feeling ten feet taller. Oh, I can’t wait to knock this guy out. My hand twitches with the urge to throw the first punch but I wait. “How is my girl?”

Blaze throws the first punch and James crumbles to the ground with a whimper.

“Geez, guy, you gotta watch where you’re going. You could really hurt yourself tripping over shit like that” Streak says, stepping up behind him and lifting him to his feet again. “Now, I think my friend here was talking to you.”

“Fuck you,” he growls, spitting blood at my feet but I don’t move as I look down at it in disinterest. What the hell did Piper ever see in this guy? I mean, besides her desperate desire to have a baby.

“Listen up, you little bitch,” I say, stepping closer to him and feeling the last week’s worth of stress flowing through my veins. “You’re going to stay away from my wife. You’re going to stop sending her flowers and if you ever contact her again, I’ll fucking kill you. She’s not interested.”

He meets my gaze and grins as blood trickles from his nose. “That’s not what she said last night.”

Before I can even think about it, I swing and land a punch right to his face, satisfied by the crunch I hear when my knuckles connect with his nose. He moans in pain but Streak holds him upright, nodding to me to go again. I remember walking into the clubhouse and finding the photos everywhere as I land the next punch and when the one after that connects, I think of the message scrawled in red above the war room. On the fourth punch, the dreams I’ve been having where Piper’s picture is up there on those walls with Dina, Laney, and Sammy fill my mind and I land two more before Blaze grabs me and pulls me back.

“That’s enough.”

I shake him off and nod as Streak releases James and he falls to the ground, whimpering as he tries to crawl back up his steps.

“Dude, are you fucking crying?” Streak asks, looking down in disgust and jumping out of the way when James tries to grab his boot. A few people ride by on bikes, staring at us in horror and Streak kneels down next to James like he’s checking on him. “You all right, man? You need an ambulance?”

“Streak,” Blaze admonishes with a tired sigh and I glance over my shoulder as the couple on the bikes stops to see if he’s okay. I wave to them and smile and they watch me for a second before pulling away.

“We’ve got to go,” I tell Blaze, glancing around the neighborhood and he nods.

“Streak, get him back in his house.”

I hold up my hand and step forward before crouching down next to James and slapping his shoulder with just enough force to make my point. “You ever even think about coming near my woman again and I’ll be back. You can fucking count on that.”

“I’ll only stay away…” he says through clenched teeth. “If Piper wants me to.”

I flash him a smile with too many teeth as I squeeze his shoulder until he whimpers again. “Then, I’ll see you soon, friend.”