Page 157 of Vicious Saint
“Shit, that hurt.” Riggs rubs the side of his ass just as there’s a knock on the door and it opens again.
Levi treads inside dressed similar to his cousin, who he kicks in the thigh.
“What was that for, you dick?” Riggs lunges for Levi, but he’s sober and fast.
“You being the worst fucking wingman as usual.”
Why am I not surprised?
“Hey, Leviathan.” Hendrix appears once again, striding over to him dressed in new clothes not made for post-fucking.
She steps over Riggs, ignoring the hand he’s got raised for her to help, then reaches on her toes to kiss Levi’s cheek. “Boy look at you smellin’ all good and shit. You just get out of the shower?”
Riggs snorts, and it takes everything in me not to kick him in the face.
Unlike the idiot on the floor, Levi’s got enough sense not to draw attention to what he heard in the locker room.
“You know me…fresh to death. Where you headed?”
“Good question,” I mutter under my breath, eyeing her leggings and the tank top spilling with cleavage.
“Gonna head out for a bit.”
I catch myself before demanding Hendrix to stay right where the fuck she is. Not only to risk not fucking her again, but because I know the two extra bodies in the room love watching me tick for this girl.
The worst of them finally making it to his feet.
There’s another knock at the door, but this time whoever’s on the other side waits to be let in.
Hendrix takes it upon herself to do just that.
“Hey, Arch,” she chirps, ushering him inside, then leaves the door wide open for any other street cat to join the party.
Archer follows behind her, but not without extreme caution in his steps.
I’d assume it’s because he heard about Hendrix and me, but the stone wall taking over Riggs’ face when Archer approaches settles the debate.
Oh…this shit’s got to be good.
Well, bad, if Archer’s presence alone is enough to sober and shut the asshole up.
“I’m, uh,” Hendrix hikes a thumb over her shoulder, “just gonna grab my bag.”
“Where the fuck you think you’re going?” I spit as she retrieves it.
Yeah, yeah. I’m an inconsistent dick. Whatever.
She stabs me with her eyes. “Come again?”
“It’s late.”
“I’m a big girl.”
Levi balances on the balls of his feet, Archer stares at the ceiling, and of course Riggs shakes the awkward tension with a twist of his favorite necklace.
And to think…I was about to bask in a Saint-Hendrix drama free moment. Can’t bask in much if I cuff and gag her to the bed.
“Signorina,sei pronta?” The Italian pain in my ballsack stands in the doorway, in need of a crash course on how to stop pissing me the fuck off.
