Page 27 of Truth

I rolled my eyes, wondering why he was even in here. It was 3:00 maybe 4:00 AM. He didn’t think I knew, but I was well aware that scandalous bitch Charlene was back in town. She wasted no time dropping subliminals on Instagram then added a hashtag #SaintBitch4Life.

“Sahmeer, go home.”

I turned over and gave him my back. It had been almost a month, and I was about to be released. Imagine my surprise when I fainted and woke up to news I thought I’d never hear. All my life, I struggled with my menstrual cycle and was diagnosed with polycystic ovary syndrome, PCOS for short.

I checked off all the symptoms from irregular periods, even acne, and excess hair growth. The latter required a rigid skin care regimen, but a bitch was naturally a fanatic about self-care. My weight would fluctuate, but for the past year, I was at my smallest weighing 165 pounds at five foot six. Don’t get it twisted. A bitch was still fine, and Sahmeer loved every inch of me.

“Home is where you are, Gee.”

I pushed out an annoyed breath. Gee was like him calling me his homeboy, his brother. For a while, it was cool until I realized it was a mask to hide how he felt in front of Truth and Brick.

I sat up and adjusted my pillows. As soon as Harlem or Rowdy Red eased their fucking faces in my room, I was cursing them the hell out. Charlie could barely sit with me without those animals Sahmeer demanded keep watch at my door. What they didn’t know was my girl Teenie already brought me a gun. I knew who I was, and injured or not, I’d forever be a target. I was Truth Saint’s only sister, but I was also the daughter of a boss. Emric “Beast” Saint. The prison walls couldn’t stifle his reach, even though I knew he played the background as Truth took the reins of the Saint Riderz.

“Is home where you lay up and play with rumblers or better yet, jaded exes who don’t know their place?”

I was hurt. I pleaded with Sahmeer for years to be honest with Brick and definitely Truth. He would always come up with excuses. First, it was our age difference since he was seven years older than me. Alix was ten years younger than me, a baby when our mother died. To this day, I barely understood what happened the night our mother never came back home and Alix... Well, he was still in diapers. Truth and Brick did, though, and once they took over, I couldn’t dream of the day I could help them and keep the legacy alive.

Truth and Brick were against it and kept us away from most of it, but when Sahmeer came around, I’d learn bits and pieces. He always joked and played with us whenever he came over. It was no surprise when he became my first crush. Imagine that—Truth’s best friend.

He went from teasing me to showing up, taking me to school, even making store runs for feminine products. Said he was going to the store anyway, but I knew the real reason. He wanted methe same way I wanted him. It wasn’t until the day I turned twenty-one he acted on it.

“Here’s to you, Baby Gee.”

I groaned.

It was time he dropped the “baby” part. I was twenty-one, and like it or not, him, Truth, and Brick needed to stop babying me. I was three months shy of earning my bachelor’s degree in accounting and the one who ran all the books.

They could trust me with managing the entire Saint Riderz’ financial portfolio but they couldn’t trust me to know what I wanted or needed? Sure, I was rough around the edges. Who wouldn’t being the daughter of the MC president like Beast and then Truth?

“Drink up!” He lifted a shot glass of cedar wood whiskey. That was all Saint Riderz shit right there. We closed on a small brewery last year after years of doing that shit underground, and we kept our bar and restaurants fully stocked with it.

We clanked, and when I tossed one back, my eyes shut tightly as the warm liquor trickled down my throat. Before then, Truth’s bossy ass wouldn’t let me drink. He didn’t know that Sahmeer would slip me a drink every now and again.

“Whew!”

“Here’s to another year, Baby Gee.”

He had to be feeling good, too good when he bent over and quickly pecked my lips. My eyes stretched. My finger pressed against lips he’d just kissed. It happened so quickly I thought I’d imagined it.I hadn’t when he came close and leaned against my ear.

“Let’s take a ride. I want to show you something.”

“I’m not that twenty-one year old you poured cedar whiskey down into the back of my throat while finger fucking me under the moonlight.”

He smiled then licked his lips. I felt my pussy throb as I grunted with slitted eyes.

“I’m not.”

“I know you’re not. You’re so much more than what people think you are, Gee. Hell, I know that. You think I want this fucking life for you?”

He leaned forward and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“The fuck you think I would do had you died, huh? This shit’s killing me.”

His hand made its way to my throat, my heart racing as I gulped.

“Trust me. I’m ready to bury the bitch that touched what’s mine.”

I pushed him away or tried to, but he wouldn’t budge.

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