Page 51 of Giving It to the Monster

“Good for you.”

“He’ll be good for the whole of the club.”

He placed his arm across her neck, kissing her temple. Closing her eyes, she loved the feel of the club. This was Saint’s kingdom, and he was their king in a strange kind of way.

“Come on, let’s head home.”

Climbing on the back of his bike, he still made her wear his helmet, and they took off. She closed her eyes, loving the power of the machine between her thighs, the scent of Saint all around her.

“When we grow up, I’m going to marry you,” Saint said.

“Don’t you think we’re a little young to know?” She was thirteen, but she also knew how much she loved Saint. She just loved teasing him, pretending to be unsure. It drove him crazy.

“I know I love you, and I’ll always take care of you. Fight your battles, love you so much you’ll never look anywhere else.”

She touched his cheek. “You take the words right out of my mouth.”

They pulled up outside of their home, and she froze when she saw the police car. Had something happened to Elena? Why were cops at their home? It was their home. Saint showed her the paperwork that meant they both owned the house.

“What the fuck is going on?” Saint asked.

“Sorry, sir. We’re here to see Natasha Meyer.”

“It’s Greenwood. My divorce has been through a long time.”

“Right, erm, I’m sorry to have to do this, but your ex-husband was found dead three days ago.”

“Simon?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

“We are alerting you as your next of kin. We believe he has been murdered.”

Three days ago Saint was with her, and they’d all been having a party to celebrate.

“As his wife, or ex-wife, we were wondering if you knew of any bad blood, or enemies he may have.”

“He was a criminal lawyer. I’d say he had a lot of them. He never talked about it.” She frowned. “I don’t think I can be much help.”

“How did he die?” Saint asked, gripping her neck.

“We found traces of cocaine in his system, and his head had been removed.”

“What?” Natasha asked.

“Yes, his head had been removed.”

“Cops don’t make these kinds of calls,” Saint said.

The cop smiled, and she looked between the cop and Saint. Something really wasn’t quite right.

“Just thought you should know, and I’m following procedure. You two have a good night,” he said, turning away, and climbing in his car.

“Saint, what the hell is going on?” Natasha asked.

He took hold of her hand, and urged her behind him as he pulled his gun out. Slowly, he opened the door, flicked on the lights, and she saw the dirty footprints before he did. Covering her mouth, she tried to contain her fear as they rounded the corner, and entered the living room.

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