Page 180 of Vicious Saint
His knuckles flex around it, eyes focused on the road even though I know he’s itching to check me out too.
“I’m not letting shit go. We agreed you would tell me.”
Somewhere between round seven or eight.
“Fine. He helped bad guys track down badder guys and pissed off the baddest guys. Totally anticlimactic and part of the job, it’ll blow over in no time.”
My eyes bore into the side of his head, searching for any version of the truth he may be hiding.
“Who are these bad guys?”
“He said I was better off not knowing.”
“And you didn’t push to find out?”
Saint slams on the brakes, making me jolt forward and nearly hit the dashboard.
“The fuck? You trying to kill me?”
He juts his chin forward. “Red light.”
I reach for my seat belt, something I should’ve done the second I got into a madman’s vehicle, and secure it around me.
“What about Carlo? With the Salvinis?”
“Coincidence.”
“Are you lying to me?”
Because I’m close to calling bullshit.
But then I remember the lack of evidence from Archer’s research, along with mine on Google.
So…
“Would I tell you if I was?”
“Saint…” I rumble his name, trying to hide any relief from the news.
“Yes, Jimi?”
“Spill.”
He rolls his eyes, then adjusts himself in the seat. “My father hired him to protect you. Probably ran in the same circles as the Italians I saw him with.”
“Quite the change of attitude from two nights ago when you insisted I should be afraid.”
“And I stand by what I said. It’s why you’re staying with me in my dorm room.”
“So all of this trouble has nothing to do with me?”
The light turns green, but instead of driving, Saint reaches over to grip my jaw. “You’re royalty now, Hendrix. Trouble will always have something to do with you.”
24
Hendrix
Walking into school this year was nothing like it was last year.
