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“You’re not.”

“I killed one of my own a few months ago. Did you know that? Do you remember Ralf? Fucker was going to cause an all out war with my sister’s man. I couldn’t let that happen.”

“So you killed him?”

“I killed him. Took his life with my bare hands. Don’t go pretending I’m changed, or I’m something new. I’m not. I will kill anyone who comes after the club, and what belongs to me. Now,” he turned and switched on the television, “keep your ass here while I go talk to the adults about business.”

She noticed that he neither included nor left her out of his little speech. Did she belong to him? Would he protect her?

Watching him leave, she knew he would. Saint wasn’t all monster. She refused to believe he’d fallen that far.

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“Her face is fucked up,” Pea said.

“You should have seen it a week ago,” Saint said, moving out of the house, toward the back. They would have privacy no matter where they stood. It was one of the reasons his father had bought the place.

“You’ve been nursing your ex back to full health?” Vanilla asked.

“She had nowhere else to go.”

“And Natasha has always been able to get under your skin,” Rage said.

“Did you want me to turn the woman away?” All three men went silent. “I did what I had to do. What anyone one of us would do, or at least I’d like to think that it’s what we’d all do.”

Saint glared at all the men.

“I bet you’re wondering why we’re here,” Vanilla said.

“You could say that.”

“Pipe wants a meet. He’s had some cops on his ass. A couple of kids in the neighborhood have died from OD’ing on drugs.”

“That’s what you do when you take too much.”

“You’d think that wouldn’t you,” Rage said, pointing at Vanilla, who pulled a file out of his jacket.

Saint took the picture, seeing the evidence of the drugs that they’d transported out of town for a hefty sum. Saint didn’t want Sinners’ Corner to be a drug central for cartels or drug lords. This was his town, and Pipe felt the same way for his own. Ever since Pipe had married Elena, they had made it work for them both to fight for the same goal. Drug free towns, and safety for their women.

He had a club to protect, and that meant safety for them.

“Someone’s brought our product back?”

“That’s what we thought, but then we had our little scientist friend, the college student, Ethan, check it. It’s not our product. Someone is using a different product, a deadly one, distributing it here.”

Ethan had come to them about a year ago. He’d wanted to Prospect for the club, but he didn’t have what it took physically to compete. What he offered was his academics. He was in his last year of college.

At first Saint truly believed he was a snitch, a rat, or a cop, one or the other. Everything checked out, but Saint wasn’t willing to trust him too much.

He looked at Rage, then back at the picture. “Get our contact in the force. I want to meet him. Tell him I’ll be out by Lovers’ Park tomorrow at noon.”

“Noon, during the day?” Vanilla asked.

“Dude, it’s Lovers’ Park. The only time it will be empty is during the day. Married men take their fucks up there so no one knows,” Rage said.

“You know of that?” Pea asked, glaring.

“Unlike some messed up fuckers, I’m loyal to my wife. Penny is all mine, and I wouldn’t dream of tainting that with some foul pussy. I got a nice clean one all for me.” Rage just loved winding up Pea.

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