Page 107 of Soulless Saint

My breaths came out in stuttered bursts, my own moans growing louder, matching the rhythm of hers.

“That’s it, Vixen,” I urged her, bending up her right leg, pushing it down against her torso to get even deeper as I continued rolling my hips into her. “Take it. Take it all.”

She opened her mouth in a silent scream as her orgasm started to take her, and I hooked a thumb into her mouth. She clamped down on it, sucking on the digit until I fucking detonated with her, pumping my seed deep into her belly with a muted roar, my balls so tight it was a damn miracle they didn’t break off.

Becca put a hand in my hair as I laid my face against her tits, wanting to savor the moment, if only for a second. Her heart beat erratically in her chest as her fingers ran through my hair, both of us struggling to catch our breath.

“Come back, okay?”

The reminder of what awaited me when I left the cafe had me shutting my eyes against her tits.

“I will,” I promised her in a whisper, pulling her hand to my lips to brush them over her knuckles. “Do me a favor, Vixen, and stick close to Pope. He’s going to take you to one of our safehouses with the other families. Do not leave his sight. I need your word.”

Her breathing hitched, and I hated that she needed to be scared, even knowing it would be worse if she wasn’t.

“Vixen?”

“Okay. You have my word.”

“Where the fuck are Arch and Zade?”

Dad paced back and forth, kicking up red dirt in his wake.

We were just a few miles out from our intended meeting point with the Sons with only minutes to spare before we needed to be there.

Dad picked up his phone and called Arch again, but the line just rang and rang.

“You missed me,” Archer’s recorded voice came loudly through Dad’s phone. “I don’t check this shit so try again in a few.”

He hung up furiously, calling Zade only to get a similar voicemail message after seven rings.

“They know where we’re going to be,” Kaleb said. “They’ll be at the meeting point. We have to go. Time’s running out.”

“I don’t fucking like this,” Dad was saying, rubbing a thumb over the stubble on his jaw. “Something isn’t right.”

“We got their intel before they went radio silent,” I reminded him, keeping my voice low while every other able-bodied available Saint armed up around us. Our vehicles idled in the dark valley where we would hold until the last possible second, filling the air with the smell of diesel exhaust.

“We have them by the balls,” Kaleb agreed. “If they don’t play ball, you make the call to Tanner and he blows their storehouse sky high.”

The Warden’s men gave Arch and Zade the location where they delivered the last arms order. An old storehouse way out near Five Points, hidden in the mountains. Tanner—our resident explosives expert—and a small team were already there.

The building wasn’t guarded, but this fucker that led the Sons seemed the cocky type. I wouldn’t put it past him to think himself untouchable. Besides, Tanner said the structure was well hidden and locked up tight.

The guns that were inside were already loaded up into one of our vans. Tanner had the charges set, waiting for a signal from Damien to blow what remained—a few crates of coke and H—into oblivion.

Dad would use that and the weapons to force the leader of the Sons to bend the knee, but we didn’t intend to let him live regardless.

There was a line, and this fucker crossed it when he killed Jimmy Boy. I’d make sure he was hacked into just as many pieces, putting his head on a sharpened spike to mark the edge of our land in case anyone else thought they’d try their luck killing a Saint.

Our revenge would be swift and merciless.

Dad pulled his lips back over his teeth, shaking his head. He had every fucking reason to worry about Zade and Arch.

They could both be the source of the leak for all we knew.

And if this bastard had them, we could kiss our bargaining chip goodbye unless Dad was willing to sacrifice his two best men besides me and Kaleb. His two best friends.

It would be a bloodbath of epic proportions if that happened and the sadist in me craved it like a starving man craved his next meal. No one fucked with my family. No one touched my Ma’s house.

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