Page 29 of Giving It to the Monster

Saint gritted his teeth.

“Prez?” Rage asked.

“To Natasha, I’m nothing more than a monster.” He’d never opened up like this to anyone. Apart from talking to Rage a few months ago, this was going beyond anything he’d ever said. “If her husband suddenly turned up dead, what do you think would happen? She’d run.”

“You don’t want her to run?” Vanilla asked.

“No, I don’t.” He wanted her to stay in Sinners’ Corner. “She knows I’m not a good man, and that I’ve done things that would scare her, but I also know I’m a better man than that fucker out there. I’d never hurt her, and with Dad gone, I’ve turned this club into something worth bragging about.”

“You may not think it, but we can all help you,” Pea said. “Other than Ralf, no one has gone missing.”

“Let’s keep it that way.”

“We still waiting on Ethan?” Vanilla asked, changing the subject.

“He’s breaking the shit down, and then analyzing it,” Saint said. He didn’t understand the process, and probably never would.

Once outside, they straddled their bikes, and headed back to Sinners’ Corner. It was late, and they all made their way toward Pea’s house to see the damage that Melissa had caused. Ladies’ night always ended badly. Rage couldn’t sleep without Penny. Knife always wanted Sarah, and Pipe wouldn’t rest without Elena in his arms.

What did surprise him was Pea speeding toward the house. Usually on ladies’ night he spent time at the club, balls deep in one of the women there. This time, he was heading home.

Interesting.

Parking his bike on the drive, Saint followed Pea toward the house. At least they didn’t have to pry the women apart to get them to open the door.

Vanilla was there, probably to take Shannon back home.

The moment they entered the door, Saint heard giggling, and when he rounded the corner of the house to the living room, he saw them all attempting to play Twister. Several bottles were on the floor, empty.

Melissa had fallen on top of Natasha, and they were both giggling like schoolgirls.

“Vanilla,” Shannon said, squealing, and throwing herself into his arms. “I missed you.” She puckered her lips.

“Oh no, Daddies are home,” Melissa said. “Time to go back home so you don’t be late to school.”

“Pipe,” Elena said. “I drank a little too much!” She slurred her words, but Saint just smiled. His sister wasn’t his responsibility.

“I think tonight we’re going to be making baby number three,” Pipe said, smirking.

Elena sighed. “Probably.”

In the next second they were gone.

“Hey, Saint,” Natasha said, her eyes a little glazed over.

“Are you ready to go home?” he asked.

She closed her eyes and moaned. “Home, I love that. Home. I always thought I’d have a home with you.”

He leaned down, picking her up, and she wrapped her arms right around his neck. “You always do.” He whispered the words so that only she could hear.

“I like you.”

“Are you able to hold onto me on the bike?” he asked.

“Yep!” She gave him a hard squeeze, and then laughed as if it was the funniest thing she’d ever done.

“Come on. I’ll ride slow.”

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