Page 201 of Vicious Saint
“Yeah, of course I do.” He scoffs. “I wouldn’t be with her if she wasn’t. Pretty faces only go so far, you feel me?” There’s a creepy grin forming that raises red flags even in my diabolical head. “Take this one I spotted on the way down here, arguing with some red headed dude. Hot as fuck, for sure a great lay.”
This guy reeks of sewer and insecurities.
The complete opposite of what’s building my road to destruction.
I need someone darker—meaner—to hurt again. Or can at least put up a fight like Coby. Luke here would fold faster than the stack of pancakes I tried making for Hendrix.
Deciding the loser’s not worth the time it’ll take to pluck his huge teeth from my knuckles, I jut my chin to the exit. “Get lost and go fuck her, then.”
Brendan finally returns holding a tray of whiskey and some cups, placing them down on the empty bench in front of us to start pouring.
He’s handing me my drink when Luke responds, “Oh, I would’ve if it wasn’t for the rest of her.”
A guy this ugly is in no position to be picky. In fact, rearranging his face might just be doing him a service.
Brendan is a clueless jackass on the field and off. So, when he offers a cup to Luke I snatch it, dropping my blunt inside, giving it back to him with eyes screaming “fuck off before I kill you during practice.”
He does just that…without even a glance at Levi moving on to getting dry humped.
“So tell me, Luke. What was wrong with the rest of her?” I bring the cup to my lips and sip, ignoring the laughable scowl he’s got directed at me.
“I don’t do fat chicks. They’re gross.”
Spoken like a true pussy bitch.
“What’s the matter? Afraid of a little extra meat?”
His face twists like he’s smelled something rancid.
“Let’s just say the one upstairs had a littletoomuch.”
“Mhmmm…I see.”
Rage filters through my veins, rising high and fast with every thump of my pulse.
So much you’d think this guy’s firing shots directly at me.
I may do a lot of fucked up shit, but body shaming women is a hard line I won’t cross unless it’s warranted.
“Damn, Luke. You must think pretty highly of yourself to have such big feelings.”
“You bet your ass I do.” He rests his arms over the back of the bench. “And it’s a shame…fatty had some pretty green eyes behind her bangs. The kind you justknowwould look sexy as fuck staring at you with a mouthful of cock.”
I freeze mid sip of whiskey, awareness hitting like a punch to my chest.
Fuck Hendrix’s size, there isn’t anyone in this school—in this fucking world—who has eyes like hers to be mistaken.
And the world I just mentioned?
It’s about to be burned to the ground thanks to this slimy, punk ass pussy bitch Luke.
Zero fucks given that he doesn’t know her. Or me.
Or how crazy I get when it comes to what’s mine.
I’m not talking about the hot or sexy comments. Guys in our school have been saying that shit for months. Fuck those comments.
It’s the others that I know would feed those insecurities Hendrix tries to hide from me—thosehave my pulse going rampant.
