Page 114 of Vicious Saint
I’m seconds and a good choice shy of not torching buildings myself when a presence from behind whips me around.
And there she is in the doorway, next to a suit.
My little Jimi Hendrix.
Wearing nothing but a scowl and a towel, hair soaked, sticking to her skin as she grits out, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
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“What. The fuck. Are you doing in my room?” Saint growls as he closes the distance between us.
Carlo pulls me behind him just before Saint reaches us, one hand shoved inside his jacket pocket.
As if reaching for a…
A gun?
“I don’t know who you are, but if you wanna keep your fucking head, get out of my way.”
“Mi dispiace,signore Lavell. But Ican’t-ehdo that.”
“Youbetter-ehdo that, motherfucker.” He mocks Carlo. “Because I need to have a chat with mystepsister.”
I’m not gonna sit here and allow this asshole to intimidate me, or my driver, who annoys the shit out of me with his hovering, but is turning out to be a decent guy.
“It’s fine, Carlo,” I reassure him and step aside, offering a nod. “You can go outside.”
“Signorina—”
“Listen to the lady, Carlo. Like a good doggy.”
Carlo is a mix of concerned and murderous as he steps backwards into the hall, a tight eye remaining on Saint as I close the door.
Ijustcomplete the turn around when he crowds my space.
“Answer the question, Jimi. Why the fuck are you in my room?”
“First of all, don’t insult my driver. Second of all, you weren’t supposed to be home for another two weeks.”
The ones I barely got to start using to my advantage.
Along with his fancy shower since the water’s running cold.
I guess this is what happens when you choose the greater of two evils. The lesser one comes back to freeze your ass.
“Don’t fucking push me.”
I eye Saint’s knuckles as they flex at his side. Fear sets in, but I know if Saint was going to hurt me, he would’ve done so already.
Then Carlo as an added bonus.
“The female dorms burned down.”
“I heard. Shame you weren’t inside.”
Red hot fury takes over.
