Page 156 of Vicious Saint
“Well, don’t bother trying to get any from your mom. He won’t tell her much. If anything at all.”
She gulps. “Could I really be in danger?”
“Uh, yeah, Jimi.” I cross my arms. “My father’s a God fearing man but the people he works with aren’t. Especially two out of the four Royal families. So, if he’s got his guard up, you better believe it’s for a fucking reason.”
Knocking at the door makes her jump, killing the conversation, but not as much as the voice behind it.
“Yo, yo!” Riggs hollers. “You dead yet, Lavell?”
Hendrix looks down at the T-Shirt and underwear she put on after we showered.
“Shit.” She bolts off the chair when the door flies open, no doubt because the Italian outside refused to keep it locked.
Giving him a spare key is another axe I’ll be grinding into my father’s head.
Hendrix barely makes it into the bathroom when Riggs appears, eyes bloodshot and dilated, wearing a pair of jeans and a black button down.
“Sup, Homie?” He gives me a pound and clap on the back. “Guess you’re still standing.” Looking around, he adds, “What about Hendrix? She still walking?”
My hands fist his shirt, hissing, “She’s in the bathroom…and watch your fucking mouth.”
He wags his eyebrows. “Like you were watching hers around your cock?”
If it was any other day, time, situation with Hendrix in the past two months, I wouldn’t be considering gouging Riggs’ eyeballs out and feeding them to the Italian.
In fact, my loathing for her would probably have me going through play by play with him. But something between us shifted today, and I’m not talking about sex, making it a lot harder to want to hate her and a lot easier to want to protect her.
I lift Riggs by his shirt, leaving him to stand on the balls of his feet.
“Fine, fine,” he whispers, and I drop him. “But it ain’t like you guys left much to the imagination in the locker room earlier.”
“Who else heard?”
Straightening his shirt, he responds, “Eh just me and Levi. Most of the guys were already gone. Whoever wasn’t we tossed out on their asses with a warning.”
Good.
Because I’ve got a long list of ways to make sure whoever those fuckers are will adhere to it.
I punch him in the arm and he staggers back. “Fuck you for listening.”
“Are you kidding me? That shit was way too hot not to, man. Plus, Levi was too.”
“I’ll get to him.”
“Rumor has it he’s still taking a cold shower.”
The doorknob to the bathroom twists open, and Hendrix reappears in my ball shorts she must’ve gotten from the hamper.
“Riggs.” She nods, and he salutes her as she journeys to the closet, disappearing inside.
He leans into my ear. “Guess you lost your touch. Girl’s walking just fine.”
I punch Riggs again, then knock his dumb ass on the floor.
Hendrix darts her head out, eyeing him. “Do I even wanna know?”
I tsk, and she rolls her eyes, going back inside the closet.
