Page 300 of Vicious Saint
Okay, that’s a little creepy.
“Her brother? Or boyfriend?” Mom snaps at Vic, who’s only response is a long, drawn out breath. So, she turns her glare on me.
“Tell me, right now, Hendrix. Is there something going on between you and Saint?”
I’m in no way, shape, or form ready to have this conversation with them. Mostly because when I did I wanted it to be with Saint. But my reluctance is not even close to being more important than his need to rest his worries.
Therefore, fuck it. I’m all in, even if it’s alone.
“Yes. There is.”
Mom’s face reddens, Auntie looks down, and once again Vic has very little reaction. Something that seems to piss my mother off even more.
“Aren’t you going to say something, Vic? Our kids are in arelationship.”
“What do you want me to say, June?”
“I don’t know…maybe how it’s wildly inappropriate?!”
Once again Vic does the side to side head tilt thing. “I mean, they aren’t blood related. Besides…my parents were cousins.”
I press my lips together to hide a laugh, until he adds, “I would’ve just preferred they get married first before…you know.”
If I had a drink in my mouth, it’d be spit out all over the floor.
“Married?!” she squeaks, and Saint finally shows signs of life by mumbling sleepy gibberish.
As for Auntie, she looks like she’s about to grab the bag of popcorn on the table.
“You know how I feel about sex before marriage.”
I don’t know whether I should laugh at his naivety or throw up because of how serious he is.
Vic can’t possibly believe Saint is a virgin.
There’s no way a man who has eyes everywhere can be that fucking blind to what’s in front of him.A retired fuck boy of a son.
This revelation does make some sense though, in regard to his and Mom’s rushed marriage.
Guy needed to get it in.
“Can we just not?” I cringe. “This conversation brings on too many gross images.”
Some worse than the ones from my nightmare.
“I need a moment with my daughter,” Mom orders in a way that has neither Auntie or Vic hesitating to leave the room and close the door behind them.
“Hendrix.” Mom closes her eyes but respects my feelings enough to whisper. “You cannot be with him.”
Rising quickly to my feet, I trudge into the bathroom, and mom follows suit. “Why? Because Saint’s my stepbrother?”
“No…because he is dangerous.”
This woman has to be kidding me.
Has to be.
“Mom. You had a kid with a Salvini fall guy, and now you’re married to another guy who screwed over Bratva for them. Do you see the toxic pattern and how it hasnothingto do with an eighteen year old?”
