Page 53 of Saint's Sinner

“Damn. And he really thinks they’ll help?” Haze said.

“Oh, they’ll help if they want to keep on hearing from me,” Sinn said.

As the conversation played out, Night once again focused on his brother. “I’m blown away by all this. Do you want a beer?”

“Fuck man, I’d love one.”

At the bar, Bellamy cracked a couple cold ones for them, and they clanked the necks together before guzzling them down.

“You did good for yourself, kid,” Haze said. “I’m proud of you.”

“It’s a good feeling, knowing I can earn honest and do something I enjoy,” Night admitted.

“I bet. You look happy. I haven’t seen you look that way since we were kids. Sometimes I wish you, me and Bobby would have run away to the city. If I could have figured out a way to provide for us that wouldn’t have landed me in jail and you two in foster homes, or worst, sent back home, I’d have done it in a heartbeat.”

“We can’t look back, we can only move forward,” Night said.

“Amen to that,” Haze replied.

“Alright, it’s all set,” Sinn said several minutes later, before passing his phone to Haze. “Put your contact info in that as Purple Haze, and I’ll send you the GPS coordinates to the Crossroads and contact information for the Buzzard. He’ll meet you there and lead you the rest of the way. They’ll get you over the border without any issues.”

“Thanks man.”

“Glad I could help,” Sinn said.

Night hugged his brother, then Haze shook hands with Saint and Mark, took one last look around, then took his leave, the rumble of an old truck sounding a few minutes later as Haze and Sinn was guessing Bobby, drove away from the gate.

“Looks like we can keep our asses here for the time being,” Mark said. “I love it when shit works out without getting bloody.”

“Considering how bloody things have been lately, for once I’d have to agree,” Creature said from the other side of him. “Want me to run his kutte up to the house?”

“Naa, I’ll take it. It’s been a few hours since I’ve seen my queen and if the place if empty, I’m going to have some fun pinning her to whatever surface she’s nearest too.”

“And the walls, chairs and anything else that can support your weight,” Saint muttered.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Mark said, sounding happy. “Someone get Night a drink and don’t let him behind the bar to start cooking for everyone. We’ll fire up the grills in a few hours and get them filled. It’s family time, so get everyone down here to help celebrate.”

Another round of cheers went up while Night slid an arm back around Sinn and Saint squished both of them into a tight, bone crushing hug.

“Told you there was nothing to worry about,” Saint murmured as he held them. “Good times or bad, Jokers have always believed in family. Now sit and enjoy a few drinks while I go pick up Dalton. He’ll want to be here for this and give the traditional toast for a newly patched member. You’ll get a kick out of it, trust me. It’s a doozy.”

Chapter 19

(Saint)

More Pieces Snap into Place

“And who the fuck is this?”

Saint glanced up from his place at the end of the bar to see Kat glaring at Teddy and the unfamiliar brunette with an impressively colorful tattoo adorning the side of his neck. The newcomer had served Saint his drink with silent efficiency just a few minutes before, then gone right back to trailing Teddy, who’d been showing him where everything was kept.

“Scout.”

“And you brought him here because…” Kat asked, nails steadily tapping out a beat on the wood.

Her exasperation with him was showing, which was the last thing Saint wanted when he and Mark were still working out the best way to trap Teddy in the web of lies he’d been spinning for weeks.

“He’s in desperate need of a job, and we need new blood around here, considering we no longer have a prospect.”

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