Page 53 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

Rage was waiting with their bikes. Saint was thankful that Mel was alive and nothing bad had happened to them. Within the last few hours he’d seen Pea in a completely different light, and he really didn’t know what to make of him. He could relate to Pea, especially when it came to his own woman.

All he wanted to do was be with Natasha and his little boy, George. His woman had named his kid, and he didn’t mind. Saint loved his son so damn much, and his woman. Life was complete, and so he could imagine what Pea was going through.

He’d back his men no matter what.

“Why is the MC here?” Lorenzo asked.

Saint watched as Ricardo Lorenzo and his entourage of soldiers entered the room. Then he saw the dead men and tutted.

“Your club is dead,” Ricardo said.

“No, it’s not.” Saint stared at the man that so many people were frightened of.

Ricardo looked toward Big Ricky. “You failed to keep her safe.”

“This was all my fault,” Autumn said.

No one spoke to her.

“This mess will be cleaned up, and I will deal with your tre—”

“Will you fucking look at me?” Autumn screeched the word, and Saint winced at the pain in her voice. Everyone turned toward her. There was a lot of shit going on between father and daughter. Something had been brewing there for a long time.

Her hands were clenched into fists, and tears were shining in her eyes. Blood ran down her cheek, but she glared at her father.

“You gave me to Ricky, and told him to take care of me. He did that. I went with Mel, and we both got taken. This mess was one man protecting his woman, and his unborn child. Surely you know what that feels like.”

Ricardo’s jaw clenched.

“Pea wasn’t going to leave anything for you. His old lady and your daughter have gotten close in the past few months,” Saint said. “It was only natural he’d kill the bastards that put his woman and kid in danger. He saved you a job. Also, if you think you’re going to take my club on, bring it. You put an innocent girl in my town because of my club. You used me and my club’s name to keep her safe. I suggest you call it tit for tat.”

“Fine!” Ricardo looked at Big Ricky. “I’ll deal with you, and you will move out of Sinners’ Corner immediately.”

“No!” Autumn said.

Saint wanted to see the show, so he leaned against the wall, and watched.

“Excuse me?”

“What did she ever see in you?” Autumn asked. “She was so good, and you’re … so evil.” He watched Ricardo pale. “I’m not going anywhere with you. I want Ricky to stay. He’s the only person I trust. He’s the only person she ever trusted. Will you go back on your final word to her?”

“Autumn…”

“Don’t. Don’t say my name like you care. She died alone and in pain because of you. The least you can do is give me what I want, and let me live my life in peace. I love Sinners’ Corner. I love the MC, and I love Ricky. Don’t make this about you and the Lorenzo name. It’s not me, and it’s not my name. If you loved my mom, then you won’t make this about yourself, or your name. For once, you’ll think of your daughter, or your mistress, my mother.”

Saint watched as emotions played across Ricardo’s face. There was so much pain there, but he hid it well. He gave in, and it was clear to see to Saint that it was hard for the man to do that. He was the mafia, but also, if he wanted to keep Autumn’s identity a secret, he really didn’t have a choice.

“Fine! Next time, I will take your head, Ricky.”

“Next time share details with the club, and this shit won’t happen,” Saint said. “We’re not your friend, nor are we your enemy, but we won’t let anything happen to your girl. You have my word, and the word of my club.”

****

When Pea got Mel home, he ran a bath, and within seconds he had her stripped down, naked, and in the water.

“I’m fine, Pea.”

He removed his own clothes and climbed into the water behind her. Wrapping his arms around her, he held his woman close. “I could have lost you tonight, and I can’t handle that, Mel. I can’t handle the thought of losing you for a fucking second. Just … let me have this.”

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