Page 7 of Giving It to the Monster

Chapter One

Present day

“I’m not a damn baby,” Natasha said, gasping as Saint let her go, and she fell to the floor.

“Clearly, you need help.”

A week she had been here, and she glared up at him. “Do you have a caring bone at all in your body?”

“You turn up uninvited at my house, pass out on me, be a complete pain in the ass, and you wonder where my caring went?”

She glared at him. Saint was not the guy she remembered.

You’re not the same girl either.

Staring at his leather MC jacket, she felt sick to her stomach. It was always the Saints and Sinners MC. The moment he’d started prospecting for his father, he changed. Her kind, sweet man had become a monster. The weekends that used to belong to her, stopped. Mondays she’d find him at school with torn up knuckles and bruises from fights. The club life was something she’d never wanted to be part of. After graduation she had begged him, pleaded with him to run with her.

He wouldn’t leave. The club had its claws in him, and she was nothing.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine.” She got to her feet, wincing as her body protested. Lowering herself onto the sofa, she took a deep breath as another wave of pain washed over her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. There’s no need to be a bitch though.”

“I know. This is your place, and to be honest, I can’t believe I came here.”

“To me or to Sinners’ Corner?” he asked, taking a seat opposite her.

“Sinners’ Corner.”

“This was your home for so long.”

“It’s not my home now.”

“That was your choice. You left.”

“I asked you to come with me.”

“I have family here. A club.”

She shook her head, letting out a sigh. “It doesn’t matter.” He always had many excuses.

“My dad is dead.”

Natasha was shocked. “What?”

“I’m the Prez now. Elena is back. She’s married now with a couple of kids.”

“With someone from the club?”

“Nope. A rival club actually. Hell’s Wolves. She’s married to the Prez, and we get along just fine. You’ve missed a lot by being away.”

She stared at him. His dark brown eyes were almost black. He was twice the size of the guy she remembered. He had been a boy though. Saint was no longer a boy. His large, thick muscles were heavily inked now.

“What about you? Are you with someone?”

“No.”

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