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Yes, I know that sounds stupid and so out of left field, but you had to have been there and seen it to understand it.
‘There’s a first time for everything when I’m involved.’
– Saint’s Secret Thoughts.
Chapter 8
Saint
Once every two weeks, I went through my weapons and cleaned them.
Right now, I was working on my Glock.
The door to the clubhouse opened, which caused my eyes to look in that direction.
Merlin walked in, closed the door, and then scanned the room.
When his eyes made it to me, he looked back at the door, then back at me, and started over to me.
I looked at the door, too, wondering what the fuck was going on.
The moment he made it to me, he said, “Saint, there happens to be a woman and a little girl outside askin’ for ya.”
My hands froze.
A woman.
A little girl.
I placed the Glock down on the table, then looked at the prospect we were thinkin’ about makin’ a member of our club, Gavel, and said, “Pick all this up, take it to my room. Now.”
He nodded and then moved to do as I told him to do.
A woman.
A little girl.
I only knew two.
And I hoped, like all that was holy, that it was the two beings I hated leaving yesterday.
As I moved to the door, Kettle stood up, followed by Nuke, Jury, Wolf, Grey, Xander, Agatha, and Tempie.
Nosy. Fucking nosy, the lot of them were.
But it wasn’t every day that a woman and a little girl came to the clubhouse.
And it was never that anyone asked for me.
Once I made it to the door, I opened it and didn’t even bother trying to keep it open for the men and women at my back.
Because what bothered me was the fact that Soraya was hiding behind Ophelia’s legs.
I looked at Ophelia and teased, “So, you stalkin’ me now?”
The brothers at my back all froze. I felt it. I knew it.
I didn’t tease.
