Page 46 of Giving It to the Monster

“You are,” Rage said, pointing to the barman for a beer. The barman was Road, also known as Liam.

“So what do you want to talk to me about? Have I done something wrong to piss you off? Upset you? What?”

“You’ve done nothing to upset or bother me. I’m just hear having a beer, and thought I’d come see the woman who has been putting a smile on my Prez’s face.”

“Is that the problem?” she asked.

“No. Saint is a very private person, and the fact he’s this way with you, well, it gives me hope for him. He changed this club. I wasn’t around here when you were, but I was when his father was here.”

“How much longer was he here? I left just after our nineteenth birthday.”

“Oh, you’re talking about another seven years I reckon. Saint was twenty-six, I think, when he finally killed his father.”

“Did you witness it?”

Rage shook his head. “No. I just know that he did it.”

Biting her lip, she held her hand up. “I don’t need to know any more of the gory details. I’m good.”

“We all respect him, you know. This club, it’s our home, and this place has our loyalty. It wasn’t always like that.”

“I remember what it was like.” She wrinkled her nose. “As much as it kills me to say this, his dad wasn’t always a bad guy. He was always hard on Saint, knowing that he’d have to take care of the club someday. When Elena and his mom went, his dad changed, snapped. Saint got the brunt of all that change. It sucks that I wasn’t strong enough to stick around to help him. It’s my own fault. I’ve got no one else to blame but myself.”

“I get the feeling you’re not going anywhere now.”

“You’ve got that right. I’m staying right here.” She sipped at her beer, enjoying the company.

“You’re not going to make him choose?”

“Choose?”

“Between you and the club?”

“No, not at all. What? Do the guys think that?”

“It’s been a concern that has been thrown out there. You thinking the club was ruining Saint. He wasn’t ruined.”

“I know that. I was wrong.”

She looked around the room. No one was looking at them, and she rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to make Saint choose. I’m not that girl anymore. I see this is his life. It has been a long time, and I’ve changed as well.” Saint was a monster when he needed to be. She got the sense that he’d gone through life believing he wasn’t good enough, and it was now her mission to show him he wasn’t that. “And I hope he wants me to be part of it.”

“I do,” Saint said.

She spun around and saw him dressed in the sexiest suit she had ever seen on him. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I came around the back, and over there leads to the stairs.”

Natasha bit her lip, staring up and down at his large body. She was starting to sweat a little under the collar. “What’s with the, erm, suit?”

“You don’t like it?”

“Actually, I love it.” She got off her chair and ran her hand up his chest, smiling at him. “I think you should wear this more often.”

Like so many times before, everyone else faded as Saint took her main focus.

“I had some business to attend to.”

“Dangerous business?”

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