“Makes sense,” Theo agrees.
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” Galen says. “Because we’re about to find out who it is.”
“And whether they know where that Leydon evidence is,” I add, because that’s the sole reason we want to find him.
“We need another favor,” Saint says. His body language confirms he’s still tense and on guard, and I need to do something about that later.
“What is it?” Bry coolly regards Saint.
“We need to distract Sinner, and a little payback should do the trick. Do you have details of the next Arrows shipment we can slip to him?”
“No, but I’ll get them.”
“Before Friday,” Saint adds, and Bry nods, moving to leave.
“There’s one more thing,” I say, the thought just occurring to me. “Did you ever reach out to Taylor Tamlin?” It had been part of our plan before the bitch tried to kill us.
“I did, but we haven’t met.”
“You should,” I say. “We need you to keep tabs on her.”
Saint nods at me, instantly understanding where I’m going with this.
“I thought you had her handled.” Bry’s gaze jumps between Saint and me.
“We do, but I don’t trust her to stick to it.” I shrug. “Call it a hunch.”
“Okay. I’ll take one for the team.” Bry waggles his brows, fighting a grin.
“Slap her around a bit while you’re at it,” I add, smirking. “And I hope you like the GI Jane look because I gave her a little homegrown haircut as a parting gift.”
Bry chuckles. “I expect nothing less.”
“She’s lucky she’s still fucking breathing,” Caz says.
“I’ll admit I was surprised,” Bry says.
“She’s small fry, and we’ve bigger balls to juggle,” Galen says. “But Lo is right.”
“As usual.” I fix him with a smug look, and he flips me the bird. I laugh, and Bry surveys me curiously. “What?” I ask.
“It’s not often I see you laughing like that. You should do it more.”
Saint snarls, and I slam my lips against his as he opens his mouth to insult Bry, no doubt. I pull away when I feel him relaxing. “Behave,” I whisper into his ear. “And I’ll make it worth your while when we get home.”
“Deal,” he whispers back, sliding his hand under my sweater, placing it on my lower back.
“We done here?” Bry clips out, all good humor gone.
“Yeah. Thanks, Bry.”
“I’ll be in touch before Friday,” he says before stalking off.
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“I hoped by agreeing to marry you, you might ease up on the whole caveman routine, but, if anything, you’re getting worse,” I say, whipping my sweater up over my head.
Saint closes the door to the adjoining bedroom, lifting his shirt over his head as he moves toward me. “Don’t you know me at all?” He flashes me a shit-eating grin while popping the button on my jeans.
“I do. That’s the problem, because you’re only going to get ten million times worse.”
“You betcha, princess.” His hand slides under my jeans and into my panties. “I also know how much my possessiveness turns you on, despite your protests.” He slides two digits inside me, grinning as the proof coats his fingers.
I push him away, and he stumbles back. “You’re an asshole.” I shimmy my jeans down my legs, kicking them aside. “And I’ve changed my mind. I think I’ll sleep with Galen tonight.” I storm past him in my underwear, knowing there is no way in hell he’ll let me leave.
He grabs my arm, pulling me back, plastering me to his front with my back to his bare chest. “I think you’re testing me on purpose, princess.”
Of course, I am, because he needs me to push his buttons. “Such petty behavior is beneath a queen.” I emphasize the word so he knows exactly who he’s dealing with.
“So is pretending to cockblock your king,” he rasps, sliding his hand into my panties again. His fingers push into me roughly. “When we both know you’re craving my dick.”
I thrust my elbow back into his chest, forcing him to release me. “I never said I wasn’t craving dick,” I purr, turning around, facing the heated glare on his face. “But I have four dicks to choose from, and any one of them will do.”
His arm darts out, and he grabs the nape of my neck in a firm grip. “Now you’ve done it.” Pushing me to my knees, he keeps a tight hold of my neck while shoving his jeans down his legs, revealing he’s going commando, as his long, hard cock springs free.
I look up at him, keeping a neutral expression on my face, pretending like my pussy isn’t aching for his dick. “I’m not sucking you off,” I lie.
“I’m not fucking asking.” He forces my mouth open, jamming his cock inside, and the second his velvety-soft skin hits the back of my throat, I give up the charade, wrapping my lips around his needy shaft, moaning as desire pools low in my belly.
“That’s it, princess. Choke on my cock, like a good little girl.”
I flip him the bird, and he laughs.
Asshole.
I work him over good, and it doesn’t take long before he’s shooting his salty cum down my throat. After, I let him fuck my pussy and my ass too, and by the time he falls asleep, he’s completely stress free and I’m giving myself a silent pat on the back for taking such good care of my man.
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“What the fuck is he doing here?” Galen hisses the following afternoon, as we skip the last class of the day, exiting the school building en route to my rendezvous with Darrow.
“Fuck.” Saint curses under his breath, staring at Sinner. His father is sitting on the small wall in front of Saint’s Land Rover, smoking a joint and flirting with two seniors who are on the cheerleading squad, both young enough to be his daughters.
He’s a disgusting pig, and I’m glad Mom has finally come to her senses. I’ve been checking in with her daily, using one of my burner cells, and she seems okay. We don’t know where she is, only that she’s not too far away, and Lincoln is keeping her safe.
Saint clasps my hand, and we walk down the steps and along the path toward his father.
“Neo.” Saint plants us in front of the asshole. “What do you want?”
“Now, now, son. Is that any way to greet the man who gave you life?” His amused grin is as fake as everything else about him.
A muscle flexes in Sinner’s jaw as he stands, flicking the joint to the ground. He turns the full extent of his charm on the two girls fawning over him, holding out his cell. “Pop your digits in there, ladies, and I’ll send you an invitation to my party.” He drills me with a look. “I’ll be celebrating finally freeing myself of the chains that have bound me for far too long.”
Ice-cold dread drips down my spine. “You touch one hair on my mother’s head, and I will kill you.”
Saint yanks on my hand in warning.
The two girls look up from Sinner’s cell, staring at me with their jaws trailing the ground.
“She was joking,” Galen says, grabbing the cell out of their hands and steering them off to the side.