Page 14 of Giving It to the Enemy

Saint wasn’t going to tell her what to do. She wouldn’t let him.

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“What the fuck was that?” Rage asked.

Saint shook his head, and stared up at the apartment where his sister was staying the night. Something was going on with her, but she wouldn’t open up to him. She cut him out, and ever since their mother had taken her from him, Elena had been different. Saint recalled his father trying to get Elena back, and fighting with his mother to even speak to her.

“Lou, you can’t keep her from me. I’m her fucking father. You’re wrong about that.”

His father had never stopped trying to get to Elena, until finally the courts had decreed that their mother got custody of Elena, and he stayed with his father. The Saints and Sinners MC was always going to be his club. He had to learn to take over, to fight for what he believed in.

“What is it?” Rage asked.

“Nothing. You and Sarah called it quits?” Saint asked.

“We need to take a break. That doesn’t mean she has the right to go looking for another man.”

Willy burst out laughing. “Man, you’re delusional. You’re at the clubhouse, surrounded by free pussy, and you think she’s not going to see you as fucking over?”

“We’re not over, and I’m not tasting any of that so-called free pussy.”

“Doesn’t matter to her. You walked out, and now she can taste the fruits of the men out there.” Willy gave Ralf a wink. “I’d certainly give her a taste of my dick.”

Ralf wasted no time in slamming his fist against Willy’s face.

Saint wasn’t interested in fighting. Stepping between the two men, he shoved them apart.

“Show some fucking respect,” he said to Willy. Turning to Ralf, he glared. “What the fuck did you expect would happen? That she would just be damn happy with you doing that kind of shit?”

“Saint?”

“No. You left your woman, and it’s not your place to fucking take over. She wants to spend time with Willy or any other man, she can. The moment you walked away, she no longer stayed as your woman.”

“What about taking another man’s woman?” Rage asked.

“I don’t see any patches on Sarah, or any ink stating who she belongs to. You don’t claim her, you don’t have the right to tell other brothers what they can have.” Saint moved away from the group, rage consuming him at what his sister had said and done.

He wasn’t surprised when Rage came to stand beside him.

“Are you okay, man?”

“No. I’m not okay.”

“What’s going on?”

Glancing up at the apartment, he was disappointed that neither woman was even looking out at them. “Have you ever been related to someone who is nothing but a stranger to you?”

“Can’t say that I have.”

“Elena—growing up together before Mom took her away, we were the best of friends. She’d tell me shit about kids bullying her at school. I was her big brother, and she always said I’d protect her from the bad shit.”

“That’s changed?”

“The woman I see in Elena’s body, she’s cold, and she doesn’t let anyone in. I don’t even have a clue what to do to change that.”

“She hasn’t been around all that much. Something will change, and you’ll be surprised.”

Saint shook his head. “I doubt it. I really fucking doubt it.” He straddled his bike and made his way out toward the clubhouse.

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