Page 132 of Vicious Saint
“What? You wanted my help.”
“Help doesn’t usually involve breaking things!”
He snatches the other box from my hands. “It does when you make me do things the hard way!”
Fully expecting more of his aggression, I’m relieved when Saint places this one gently next to the other. Even more so when he presses a button on a remote to kill the terrible music.
Saint slides the duffle off my shoulder. “Where do you want me to put this?”
It takes me a few seconds to respond, given how long I’m staring at the pronounced V of his damn abdomen.
Why does this guy have to be so fucking hot?
Why?
Whycouldn’t my psycho step-bro have the body of an ogre?
Clearing my throat, I glance over to where I previously stored my clothes. “I guess the closet.”
Saint nods, much more agreeable, and strides over to it, dusting off my bag with his hand before placing it inside.
I’d think the gesture was sweet if he wasn’t such a clean freak.
“See you got your room back in order,” I mention as he straightens a frame on the windowsill. Squinting, I notice it’s the one of him and Theory from when they were kids.
“Wasn’t easy since you’re a fucking slob.”
“More likepettymessy.”
He huffs. “I may know a lil’ about that.”
“A lotabout that.”
Turning back toward the closet, Saint stands in the doorway, gripping the bar wedged between before hoisting himself up.
I take the ceasefire as an opportunity to get answers.
“Can you tell me what trouble your dad is in?”
With a low grunt, he responds, “Fuck if I know.”
Well, that’s better than a fuck off.
“You have to know something.”
Veins and tendons in Saint’s arms flex as he moves up and down, the athletic tone of his muscles on fulldeliciousdisplay. “Our families are always into something. I don’t bother trying to keep track.”
“So why are you starting now?”
“Theory’s home.”
I stroll to the side of the bed closest to him, then sit on top of it with my hands squeezing the edges. “But Theory’s with them in Washington.”
He freezes mid rep. “And?”
“And…what does that have to do with me?”
Saint jumps down from the bar. “Just playing nice until Dad returns. Then your annoying ass can move into the mansion or back to the streets for all I fucking care.”
