“You are certifiably insane.” I roll my eyes as I enter my bedroom. “You know that, right?”
“Bite me.” Saint slams the door, leaning back against it, folding his arms, and fixing me with a stern look.
I look in the mirror, and my nipples are poking through my thin tank. I shrug, whipping it off. “I don’t know what the big deal is,” I say, wanting to press his buttons. “They’re only nipples, and it’s not like he hasn’t seen them before.”
“Don’t fucking push me, princess.” He rubs his temples, and I silently fist pump the air. Annoying Saint is one of my favorite pastimes. Not least because it often leads to the rough, angry sex I crave.
“Or what?” I stalk to the door, pushing my bare breasts into his naked chest. “Will you punish me, Saintly?” I nip at his lower lip. “Please punish me,” I purr in a breathy tone. “Put me over your knee and slap the shit out of me.” My eyes darken as I flash him a grin. “Or impale your cock in my ass and fuck me until I repent.”
“Jesus. Fuck.” His head slams back against the door as his hardening cock nudges against my stomach. “You will be the death of me. I’m convinced of it.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it. We both know you fucking love it.”
He claims my mouth in a hard, grueling kiss, and I’d love nothing more than to let him angry fuck me, but Diesel is downstairs, and he’d know what we’d done. I made a promise to myself that I would never rub my relationship in his face, because I know he has feelings for me.
Reluctantly, I pull back, grabbing a bra from my dressing table and putting it on. Saint watches me redress, his eyes glued to my tits, the bulge in his pants straining against the material.
Saint grabs me to him, cupping my boobs through my bra. “You have the best tits, princess. I’m going to fuck them later.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease, opening the door.
He hauls me back against his hard chest. “Damn straight, babe. I never say anything I don’t mean.”
We rejoin the others downstairs. Theo and Caz busy themselves in the kitchen while we sit at the table, nursing fresh cups of coffee. “Is there any update on the DEA asshole?” Galen asks, sliding his arm along the back of my chair.
“I have a meet arranged with him for later in the week, but he’s still refusing to play ball,” Diesel admits. “However, I did glean some new intel. I had a guy on my team run a background check on Agent Howie Young and I found something interesting.”
“Do we have to drag it out of you?” Saint asks, impatiently tapping his fingers on the wooden tabletop.
Diesel ignores him, focusing on me. “Agent Young is on an extended leave of absence. As far as his superiors are aware, he’s spending time with his family.”
“He’s gone rogue,” I surmise. “You were right. This is personal for him.”
Diesel nods. “It’s got to be. It also means he obtained the recording of McKenzie’s murder illegally.”
“If that’s the case, how did he manage to get The Bulls off the hook for Parker’s murder?” Theo asks, setting a plate piled high with pancakes on the table.
“My guess is he fed that to a buddy who called it in legit. He couldn’t have pulled that off otherwise,” Diesel says, helping himself to a few pancakes and some of the crispy bacon Caz sets down.
We all tuck in as I digest this new info in my head. “So, last time you talked to him, he said he was going after The Sainthood, and Ruben was his informant, so he was using The Bulls to get to The Sainthood. Now we know he’s not on official business, it can only mean that taking The Sainthood down is personal for him.”
“Meaning we have a shared agenda,” Saint says, quickly connecting the dots.
Diesel sets his silverware down. “You want to broker a deal?”
I shrug. “It’s just a suggestion, but if we share the same goal, maybe we can work together in exchange for him giving us that recording.” I don’t want that hanging over my head. If that gets handed over to the authorities, I could be sent to jail.
“The guy is shady as fuck,” Diesel says. “I could propose it, but we risk exposing all of you, and that makes me uncomfortable. I don’t trust the guy. Who’s to say he won’t tell Sinner as a means of buying his way in to the organization?”
“It’s too risky,” Saint agrees, sighing. “But we need to get the recording back.” He drills Diesel with a look. “He could hang Lo with it.”
“He hasn’t so far,” Caz says. “Why?”
“He knows it’s leverage,” Theo says, sipping his coffee.
“I’ll get it back. You’re not going down for this,” Diesel reassures me, and everyone hears what he’s not saying.
Knowing Diesel would kill for me does strange things to my insides. Good strange things, because understanding I have strong backup reassures me more than he could ever know.
“We’ll get it back,” Saint butts in, challenging Diesel with a dark look. “Lo is ours to protect.”
I roll my eyes and count to ten in my head. When I’m calm enough, I speak. “Just meet him and sound him out without committing anything or exposing us. Don’t make any rush calls, Diesel, and whatever we decide to do, it must be a joint decision between all of us.”
“Agreed, and I’ve got a man watching him. If he makes a move, we can put it to a vote then.”
“Good.” I shovel some bacon in my mouth, washing it down with orange juice.
“What about your initiation tasks?” Diesel asks. “Has Sinner backed off?”
“For now,” Saint confirms. “The explosion bought us some time, but he’ll be on our case again soon.”
“Have you come up with any new ideas?”
The guys share looks around the table, and it brings me back to earlier. Whatever they were discussing was something to do with this. I’d put money on it. They had insinuated the same the day Mom came to the barn, but I’d forgotten to bug them about their comment later.
“I’ve thought of something,” I say, already knowing the guys will not discuss whatever their suggestion is in front of Diesel—not when they haven’t discussed it with me. “A plan for how to handle the commissioner’s assassination. But we’re going to need official help to pull it off.”
“Why are we only hearing about this now?” Saint swivels in his chair, glaring at me.
I jab my finger in the air. “Pot. Kettle. Black.” I pin him with a smug look as I toss my long, dark hair over my shoulders. “You’re really not in any position to criticize.”
His glare darkens, and a shiver tiptoes up my spine. Angry Saint turns me on like you wouldn’t believe.
“What’s your idea?” Diesel asks, pushing away his empty plate.
“Sinner needs to believe I’ve done it, because he needs to think I’m loyal to him, and it’s the only way I’ll get him off my back. So, what if we set up a fake assassination? We bring your boss and the commissioner into the plans. Set him up in a location that works, get him to wear a bulletproof vest loaded with fake blood, and I take him out. We put out false media reports confirming he’s dead while the commissioner goes into hiding. Sinner will lower his guard because he’ll think the threat has ended with the commissioner’s death, but it might just draw out the person who has the evidence we need.”