Page 37 of Giving It to the Monster

Just that thought alone reminded him that somewhere in the house was a butt plug and a dildo. Had she used them yet? Did she think of him when she did?

Forcing himself to move, he took a seat beside her, stealing the last of her hot dog.

“Hey, I was eating that.”

“I’ll get you another.”

“You could never leave my food alone.”

“So you two have a lot of history?” Zeus asked.

“We’ve known each other since we were kids,” Nat said.

“You were childhood sweethearts?” Butt asked. He was Pipe’s boy.

“Yeah, we were. Shit happened, and now she’s back. Let’s change the topic.” Saint finished the hot dog, and conversation changed. Natasha joined in, and when he reached out, locking their fingers together, she held onto him.

Time passed, and food was cooked, the fun and games drawing everyone in. When music was put on, Saint pulled Natasha onto the dance floor, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“I think your father would be turning in his grave.”

“Why?”

“Before I left, he was determined to make this place a nightmare. A living embodiment of everything bad. This is not that place. When I came here years ago, all I felt was desperation and fear. This is not that place anymore. You did well, Saint. It makes me regret walking away from you. I was the one that wasn’t strong, whereas you are, and will always be.”

“Don’t regret anything,” he said. “We can’t change what happened. Don’t waste your time thinking bad shit.”

She smiled. “How is it you make me so happy?”

“You relax around me, and you trust me enough to take care of everything else. You could have handled Simon. You’re a strong woman, Nat. He beat you badly, but I know you.”

“Did you see many bruises on him?” she asked.

“No. It doesn’t mean you didn’t bruise him where I couldn’t see. Don’t worry, I took care of his face.”

“Thank you for not killing him.”

“You’re welcome.”

“He’s not worth you getting in trouble for. I may not want him around or breathing, but he’s not worth it.”

“Nat, you’re worth going to prison for, and if I believed for a second it would help, I’d do it.”

She smiled. “See, there you are offering to kill people for me. Not many men would willingly do that.”

“I’m not your average guy.”

She rested her head against his chest, and he leaned in close. “I know. I knew you were different when we were five years old.”

Glancing around the clubhouse, he saw several of his men watching him. There was no judgment in their eyes. If anything, they looked happy.

For the first time in his life, Saint trusted his men as he closed his eyes, relaxed, and danced with his woman.

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