Page 312 of Vicious Saint
“You’d know more than anyone, hm?”
“Get off,” Annalie orders with a voice drenched in fear.
“Ask me nicely and maybe I will without carving up your nasty face again.”
I need to stop. IknowI need to stop.
The NDA and pay off only covers the cost ofonefacial reconstruction. But the fire in my belly is already flaming hot and I’m not sure I can fight both itandher.
But then I remember the last time I had Annalie this way, and how much I regretted risking everything good that’s happening by mutilating her. Most importantly, I remember how hard Saint has been trying to fight his demons for me.
Loving me. Helping me through the nightmares, thanks to him, I’m no longer having. What good is Saint proving he’s not a monster if I end up being the one who is?
There is none.
Therefore I release Annalie with a shove.
“Get the fuck out of my face before I rip yours clean off.”
A thought hits me, and right after I’ve got her pressed against the wall again. “Actually…you and your friends are gonna wait here till I’m done. I wanna see the look of panic on my sweet Carlo’s face when he finds you bitches behind me.”
Annalie listens,shocker, so do her friends, all three of them impatient as I take my time peeing, washing my hands, and now blowing a cloud of cigarette smoke at the janitor’s daughter.
“Can we go already?” Annalie says dryly, ignoring her friend breaking out in a coughing fit.
Guess I’ll allow it, but only because Carlo’s on round two of asking if I’m okay. “Sure, bestie.” I put the cigarette out on the vanity, then flick it at her chest. “Let’s do the damn thing.”
Annalie scoffs, trying to walk past me, but I hold out a hand. “Gotta be me first if I want a good dramatic effect.”
Dramatic effect is right, because not only do I spot Carlo outside the door waiting for me with wide eyes, Saint is right by his side with the look of fury screaming across his face.
I ignore the nasty glare he’s got on Annalie and swing my arms around his neck to kiss him. Much harder than necessary to make my point because her eyes are already like fire on us.
Saint’s taken off guard by the PDA for a split second before groaning and ringing his hands around me to deepen the kiss.
“Mhmm, I missed you baby,” he mutters into my mouth, sly enough to commit to the act, but sincere enough to show he actually means it.
It’s been only one period since I’ve seen him last, thanks to Vic showing up and pulling him away to discuss business.
Stupid Vic.
“Me too.” I smile, nudging my nose against his.
Either there’s a fire breathing dragon behind me, or Annalie has officially blown a gasket.
Funny enough, though, I no longer care about making her jealous.
Only about the boy who’s nudging my nose too.
Saint pulls me into his chest by the small of my back, leaving a trail of kisses along my cheek all the way to my ear. Then, low enough for only me to hear, he whispers, “Now who’s publicly pissing on who?”
“Motherfuckers need to know you’re mine too.”
“So sexy cavewoman of you,” he says right before claiming my lips and backing me into one of the lockers. Officially marking the point where everyone gets uncomfortable enough to fuck off. Well, except for Carlo who’s used to us sucking face, journeying twenty feet away.
Saint and I are lost in a world of mingling tongues and heavy breathing when a throat clearing comes from beside us.
I whip my head to the side and find Archer with a bored expression.
