Page 40 of Saints and Sinners

“Oh, we already know this.” I grin.

“Please say you had her sign a contract.” My father looks at me as if I'm an amateur.

“What do you take us for, Dad? Of course, she signed one; Oakley drew it up. Catalina Scott belongs to The Lords of Sin now.”

My father sighs, “Jesus, I hope Devlin doesn't blow a gasket when he finds out.”

“He's the one that told her to come to us in the first place!” I tell him as I return to the array of weapons my father keeps hidden away.

“That's because he knows you three will protect her. I doubt he meant for her to become the Lord's little sex toy.” Glancing at my father, he runs his hand over his face as he sighs.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, Little Saint definitely has her own mind, and she's a smart little shit. I doubt she will let us get away with much. Besides, it seems like the Provost's daughter has a bit of a Sinner in her already. If not, she will soon enough.” I wink at the older version of myself.

He chuckles as he shakes his head, “She must definitely get that from her mother. Just be careful with her, will you? Her parents are still our friends.”

“Settle down, Dad. You know damn well that we protect what's ours, which is why I am here.” I open the glass and pull one of the Glocks off the wall.

“Don't be dumb, Fynn. Take what you need but use your head. You can't go shooting up places, always bring the target to a secure location.” I stare at my father briefly.

“I will do what it takes to take this fucker out.” I grab a few more handguns and knives before closing the safe.

My father hands me a small duffle bag, “I want these back once you're done with them.”

I smile, “Tell Uncle Tyler I said hi.”

He snorts, “You're lucky that the Police Chief is your uncle and that you're his favorite nephew.”

“I'm his only nephew,” I grin and swing the bag up on my shoulder, “Oh, the body shop will be sending the bill to you for my bike.”

“What the fuck, Fynn? That bike is your responsibility!” my father frowns at me.

“Yeah, well, it got fucked up because of you and your friends, so you can pay for it. I don't know what the hell you did to piss this person off, but they are becoming a pain in my ass!” I say, scowling.

“Just watch yourselves, and we will try and figure out what this little asshole wants because they still haven't clarified why they are pissed. We did a lot of stupid shit in college, which is why we are hard on you boys. Once we can pinpoint which fuck up it was, then we can try to rectify it.”

Jakob Morin, Donavan Harris, Blake Pelletier, and Devlin Scott, all Lords of Sin back in their day, wreaking havoc, and now their offspring must deal with their fuck ups. How is that fair? It's not, and that is why I leave my family home with a bag full of weapons, so this little fucker will know that they chose the wrong ones to fuck with!

All has been quietthe last few days. The guys and I have made ourselves scarce, limiting the number of people who see us, including Little Saint. Oh, but we have been watching her closely. One of us guys always has her in our sight. Whoever it was that followed her the night she left our place hasn't tried to do so since, but we know it's only a matter of time.

“Fuck, I need inside her!” Oakley bursts into my room, “Her body, attitude, everything about her just screams at me to own every inch of her!” My friend paces back and forth, so I pass him the greenery I'm smoking to help calm him down.

“I take it guard duty didn't end well. What did you do, watch her masturbate or something?” I chuckle.

“God, I wish that's all it was. No, I needed to touch her, so I had her meet me in the hall behind the library. She fucking kissed me back, heatedly, I might add, and our little slut rubbed her ass against my already hard cock. I almost took her right there, damn it!”

“Why didn't you?” I shrug as I watch him take a long hit from my offering.

“You know why,” he growls before blowing the smoke out, “Kitty Cat will be panting like a bitch in heat, begging us to take her before I actually do. We need her hornier than fuck for that to happen.”

“I hate to break it to you, but she's probably fucking herself each time we leave her hanging; just saying, bro.”

It's the truth. If she's anything like the rest of us, we are either rubbing one off or fucking a willing groupie since Little Saint has come into our lives. I grab my phone from beside me and type out a message. If my friend isn't going to help himself, then I'll do it for him.

Oakley has only been sitting in the chair in my room for a few minutes when there is a knock at my door. Instead of calling out to them, I walk over and open it up to see Brett standing on the other side of it with a blond that looks nothing like our Saint, but as long as he's tapping her from the back, he can pretend.

Lifting my phone, I go through the steps of recording her consent. I have a feeling that this little session may get a little wild. Once the chick has given me everything needed, I wink at our boy Brett and pull the girl inside. I don't worry about closing the door as I bring her to Oakley.

“A gift, my friend,” I move behind the female and pull her top off; her bra comes off next. Cupping her breasts, I grin at my friend, “So, are you ready to take care of those frustrations?”

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