Page 22 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

This was not the way she’d wanted to tell him. Far from it.

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Later that night Saint was standing in his office with Rage, Fly, and Shorty. While he’d been at the fight with Rage, and many of his other men, Fly and Shorty had been at Big Ricky’s place.

“Anything?” Saint asked.

“There’s a girl there. She was playing her music pretty loudly, and didn’t hear us enter,” Fly said. “Shorty cut the power for a few minutes, but he activated it so if he asks, everyone got a sudden power surge for a couple of minutes.”

Saint nodded. “How did you not alarm the girl?”

“She had headphones on, and was listening to music from one of those device things.”

“Okay. What did you find?” Saint asked.

“Big Ricky has a vault in his office, and on his desk was Autumn’s file.”

Saint frowned. “Okay?”

“I think he’s hiding her here for a reason,” Fly said. “Something didn’t bode well.”

“Why go to the trouble of keeping her safe only to leave her at home alone?” Saint asked.

“She wasn’t alone. There were six different guards at any one point. We got in through a window that had been left open,” Fly said.

“You don’t think that’s strange?”

Short shrugged. “We got in and out undetected. That’s what you wanted us to do. I wasn’t going to come back here with a fail. I don’t like this man in my town. It stinks. All of it does. Something else is going on, and I think we’re being used as cover.”

“Pea’s said similar things.” Saint stood and looked out of his office window. When Big Ricky had first turned up, he’d been fine with it. Of course, he’d been away on his honeymoon, and while he’d been basking in the sunshine with his wife Natasha, it had also helped him to think.

No one suddenly stayed in town to keep relations good.

Whatever this shit was, it had to do with Autumn, and he was going to get to the bottom of it fast.

His wife, his sister, his club, all of their lives depended on him. The last thing he was was a fucking idiot. The warning signs with Big Ricky’s arrival had been going off inside his head, and they wouldn’t go away.

The last thing he wanted was a fucking mafia street war on Sinners’ Corner streets. Big Ricky may think his bosses had all the control. In Sinners’ Corner, Saint owned those fucking streets. This town lived and breathed because he let it, and no one was going to use his turf without him knowing about it.

It was time to find out exactly what Big Ricky and the Lorenzo family were hiding in his town.

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