Page 44 of Ravaged Saints

We stay in the market, searching for anything else useful.

“Did Dante tell you about Aspen?” Max asks, yanking some electric cables from the wall. It’s always good to have spares in case we need to swap them out.

“He didn’t need to. I heard it.” I snarl, shaking my head.

“She kissed me,” Max adds, and I stop, turning to face him. I sling my gun behind my back and cross my arms.

“She did?” I lean against the shelves.

“She kissed us both—Dante and me.” He shrugs with a smirk.

I shake my head. “Fucking hell.”

“I don’t know what made her change her mind,” Max continues, opening my bag on the floor to add more things for the girls.

“I’ll find out,” I say. There’s no way Aspen just had a change of heart out of nowhere. Something happened, or she has a plan.

“Just don’t fuck this up,” Max warns, his face turning serious.

I ignore him and glance toward the door. “Why is that shithead taking so long?”

“If any of us are going to fuck them, we need to know what protections to use, mate,” Max says, closing his backpack.

“Well, we have condoms.” I point to the bag.

“Remember that women’s clinic we raided months ago?” Max asks, a grin spreading across his face.

I shake my head. This is the last subject I want to talk about right now. “Yeah,” I say, raising an eyebrow.

We went on a four-day trip—Max and I—to another town to look for medical supplies. There was a women’s clinic there, too, and I know he took some stuff, just in case.

“I got some IUDs. Dante knows some medical stuff; I’m sure he can manage to place them in the girls.” He shrugs.

“For fuck’s sake,” I grunt and change the subject. I’ll let him and Dante deal with that.

Ethan’s been gone too long, and my grip tightens on my rifle as I move toward the entrance, whistling as I kneel near the door.

Nothing.

The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I exchange a look with Max, and I can see the worry in his eyes.

“Fuck,” I mutter, stepping into the street, ready to take out whoever got to Ethan, but then we hear a whistle, and Ethan appears two stores down.

“What took you so long?” I snap.

“Relax, man, I was just taking a leak.” Ethan shrugs.

My eyes narrow as I notice the faint smell of smoke clinging to Ethan’s jacket.

“And what? Had a fucking smoke?” I frown.

“What?” He chuckles and shakes his jacket.

I sigh. This is why I hate bringing him with us. He doesn’t stick to the plan and always wanders off. This is the fourth time we’ve brought him along, and he still can’t follow orders. One day, he’s going to get a fucking bullet to the head.

Stupid kid.

“Find anything?” Max asks, preparing to leave.

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