Page 27 of Saint's Sinner

“Are you able to send Sinclair back to South Carolina with some of your crew?” Sinn’s mother asked.

Saint’s eyes followed Mark’s as he looked around at the faces in the room as well as those in the window.

“Cody, Wreck, Bellamay and his crew can take him back,” Mark declared. “Can’t ask those guys to stick around now that the mission is through.”

“You ain’t gotta ask,” Yellow Teeth said. “Me and Rascal are stayin’. No way we’re missing out on the chance to bust some skulls.”

“Suit yourselves,” Mark said, but Saint could tell that he was pleased and impressed by the dedication of the Colorado crew.

They might be surly, but as soon as they’d gotten rolling Saint couldn’t have asked for better additions to their road crew, especially after seeing the way they’d handled themselves in the unexpected melee they’d rolled into.

“Night goes back with them,” Saint declared, leveling his sternest gaze at the prospect when Night’s lips parted like he was about to refuse.

Saint felt Sinn tense in his arms and knew he’d have his hands full with not one but two stubborn, mouthy fuckers who clearly needed a remedial course in following orders without questioning him at every turn. He’d make sure they learned and good once he had them back at the Jokers’ compound and enjoy doing it too. He was looking forward to seeing how many stripes he could put across their pale asses before they begged him for mercy and promised to do as he said the first time he said it.

“I know you can’t read the patch on my vest, but it says Vice President for a reason,” Saint murmured as he pressed a kiss to Sinn’s lips, pleased when he opened up and thoroughly tongue fucked him in front of everyone.

“Fine, but Imma be pissed if you come home less than intact,” Sinn grumbled. “There are several things I’ve missed that you won’t be able to give me if you get broken.”

“You don’t worry about me,” Saint said. “I’ll be there to give you all that you can handle and more just as soon as we’re finished with whatever your grandfather has in mind.”

Saint lowered his voice so Sinn would be the only one to hear him. “Is your grandfather legit? He gonna keep his word when this is done?”

“Yeah,” Sinn said. “That’s one thing you don’t ever have to worry about. If he says something you best believe he’ll follow through to the letter.”

“Good to know,” Saint said, kissing him again before turning him loose. “Now get moving and don’t let Night double back once he gets you there.”

“No worries, I’ll come up with something to keep him occupied.”

“Oh I bet you will,” Saint said. “When this is over, you and I need to have a conversation about him.”

“You pissed?”

“Hell no, but I need to know if you’re after a pet, a plaything or more.”

Sinn didn’t hesitate, his voice firm when he growled, “More.”

They might as well have been in their own little world, lips almost touching as they breathed in the air the other exhaled, Saint staring into the depts of Sinn’s near sightless eyes. “Then he’s ours and we’ll claim him as soon as I get back home.”

“I hope you intend to hurry.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah.”

“That you asking or telling?”

“Little of both.”

“Good boy,” Saint whispered, kissing him again before stepping away.

“You ready to get down to brass tacks or you plannin’ on sucking face with my grandson all afternoon?” Sampson asked.

“I’ll get back to you,” Saint said, drawing snickers from the men around them.

He didn’t have to watch to know Night was leading Sinn to the door. He heard the jangle of the chains on Bellamey’s boots as he followed them out. Cody lingered for a moment between them, making eye contact with first his dad, then Saint.

“Any orders I need to pass on?” Cody asked.

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