Page 28 of Giving It to the Monster

“You can’t do this.”

“I don’t see anyone wanting to defend you. You’re on your own, asshole.” Saint pulled him away, and launched him across the room several feet. “Simon, we don’t know each other. I’m Saint, the Prez of the Saint and Sinners MC. I don’t take orders. I give them out. You’re telling me that you raped your own wife!”

Bending over the man, he saw the coward that Simon was.

“Low, fucking scum, and we’re supposed to look up to lawyers? They’re the problem with the world. End him, Saint,” Pea said.

Grabbing Simon’s hair, Saint pulled him up to his feet, and then slammed his fist into Simon’s face for good measure.

Saint was never one to fight dirty, so he kept picking Simon up, and gaining his attention. The desire to snap his neck was so damn strong. Instead, he kept hitting him until he knew he had to stop.

“You’re going to divorce Natasha, and you’re going to do it without causing a problem. She doesn’t want you.”

“Why should I?” Simon asked.

“Besides the ass kicking you’re going to get?” Rage asked.

“I’m going to be very clear,” Saint said, pulling a pistol out of his back pocket. “You’re not the first guy I’ve killed.” He opened the barrel to let him know that it was fully loaded, and pressed the nozzle against his forehead. Simon winced and tried to back away. Blood dripped from his nose, and bruises began to appear on his face. The dark place encompassed Saint, and he was able to focus on the man that was the problem. Everything fell away. Natasha’s face, the memory of his parents, even the love he had for Elena. It all faded to nothing as he stared at the man that needed to go.

“You’re going to get put away for this,” Simon said.

“Yeah, you and me both.”

“I don’t—”

“Cut the crap, Simon. I’ve got enough evidence to have you locked away. You get off on blackmailing women. Humiliating them so they have no choice but to make sure the case swings your way. As you know, proof is everywhere, you just got to find it. You send me down, I’ll take you down with me.” He ran the tip of the gun all around Simon’s face before thrusting it into his mouth. “I’d happily kill you right now, but that’s not going to solve my problems. Do you want to die, Simon?”

“No!”

Saint paused, pressing his finger a little, and Simon started to scream, to beg, and he pissed himself. From the stench he may have even shit himself as well. Curling his lip up, Saint wasn’t impressed. “You see, if I go down, you’ll go down. I’ve got enough shit on you to keep you locked up being someone’s bitch by the end of the week, Simon.”

“Oh, I could see it now,” Vanilla said. “Him strapped to a bed as they take it in turns to break in the newbie.”

Simon whimpered. “I’ll sign the divorce.” He muttered the words around the gun.

“That’s good to know. If a single cop comes to my door, I’ll hold you personally responsible.” Saint removed the gun and slapped Simon’s face. “Good man.”

He didn’t wait around.

Without saying another word, he walked onto the elevator with his men trailing behind him. Only when the doors slid close did his men speak.

“Why is he still walking?” Vanilla asked.

“What the fuck, Saint?” This was from Rage.

“Tonight wasn’t about killing him, but about sending him a message. I want him to divorce Natasha, and he has the chance to leave her and us alone. If not, then I will fucking kill him.”

“This makes no sense.”

I don’t want another death on my conscience.

“It doesn’t have to make sense to you.” He had to do it this way. Natasha had run from him once, and right now he wasn’t about to risk her running again.

“I get it,” Pea said.

He turned toward the one man he doubted would have gotten it.

“If you kill him now, she’ll know, and then you’ll be back to square one. Only this time, she may not come back.”

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