Page 127 of Vicious Saint
“Whatever,” I tell her, needing to escape my thoughts and boredom as I slide the chair back and stand.
“Oh, no, you can stay,” she offers, but regrets her kindness when I respond with, “Can’t. You’re toopeopleyfor me.”
This place has a back door, and a front door, so naturally I opt for the one without a line forming outside of it.
The street is buzzing with impending nightlife, including bars filling, restaurants packed, even the corner boys setting up shop for business.
Get the fuck out of here, Montgomery.
My conscience, like Manhattan, usually comes more alive at night. As for me, I ignore her no matter the time of day.
A couple guys are catcalling as I turn into an alley, finding nobody but a homeless woman around as their footsteps approach. Flipping my backpack to front carry, I reach inside it for my stun gun.
Well, look at that.
Putting up with Saint’s bullshit actually comes in handy.
I’ve got the gun tight in my grasp as they close in from behind, and I’m seconds from whipping around to mini Thor hammer when a commotion erupts.
I turn, finding someone far more menacing standing between them…still dressed in the same jersey and fitted, flashing his pearly whites my way.
I look down at the mess—there lies one creep, literally on the ground, and the other one wedged between Saint’s hand and a concrete wall.
“Seriously?” I whine, sliding the gun into my bag. “How the hell did you find me?”
“Really, Jimi? That’s your opener? After I saved your life?”
“Don’t be dramatic, Letterman. I had it under control.”
“With what? Your cheap little toy gun?”
“My cheap little toy gun shoots up to two-hundred-thousand volts.”
Groggy guy on the ground tries to move, so Saint stops him by pressing a sneaker into his chest, acting as if there’s not a care in the world as our only onlookerlooksfrom mere feet away.
“There’s so much more than voltage to consider with a stun gun.” He holds up a thumb. “Take amperage for example…”
“Save me the lesson on weapons, asshole. Why are you here?”
“Isn’t it obvious? To bring you home.”
Both creeps start pleading, which has Saint rolling his eyes and allowing the one standing to run off.
“Bring me home? Are you drunk?”
“More like…naturally intoxicated.”
I amsonot in the mood for his crazy.
Even if his crazy stems from the same request by our parents.
My Spidey senses fly again…but crash land when he puts his full weight on the guy, balancing like he’s on a damn tightrope.
“You must be if you think I’m going anywhere with you.” I spin and bolt, making it a few steps before Saint barks out my name.
I turn to find the guy on the ground being upgraded to the guy pinned to Saint’s chest.
“We could do this the easy way, or the hard way, Jimi.” He lifts the knuckles sheathed by Halo to the guy’s temple. “What’s it gonna be?”
