Page 59 of Saints and Sinners

Fynn

Iprobably should havedriven Jett's Jeep or Oakley's Camaro. Having my bike kind of sucks ass when you're on a stakeout. Leaning against a nearby tree, I keep my shades on so passersby can't see me staring at the Sorority House. They'd think I was some kind of creeper. At least in a car, I can sit back and listen to some tunes, but no, I wanted to feel Little Saint's body pressed against mine as she held on for dear life. It's why I went so fast.

Not too long after our girl goes inside, I see her friend Dani walking up to the Sorority House. I remember vividly what I walked into when I went to see if Sean could take my place at the soup kitchen. A mass of dark hair was gripped in my Frat brother's hand as he held it against the bed. His hips were working vigorously as he pounded into the girl from behind.

I remember raising an eyebrow at Sean because I didn't know who it was, so he lifted her head up by her hair. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth hung open as a moan escaped. I chuckled silently, and once her head was back to being held down, I watched her body tense as I began speaking.

None of us Sinners give a fuck if our brothers see us fucking a girl. Well, it may be a little different now with Little Saint. I don't know what it is about her, but all three of us have become very protective of her, which isn't like us at all. The point is, I wasn't too surprised to see Little Saint's friend getting her brains fucked out of her; she was probably jealous of her friend hooking up with Sinners. Not that I know whether Catalina has told her friend, but girls tell each other everything, don't they?

Getting back to the present, though. I watch Dani go into the Sorority House, but something else also catches my attention. A silver Sedan drives by slowly as Dani walks up to the door. As soon as she is inside, the car speeds up and rounds the next corner.

Inside of an hour, the Sedan shows up, slowing down as it gets to the front of the Sorority House and then speeding back up. I can't text the guys because I know they are busy, and I can't leave my spot to chase down one perp when I know there are at least two. It's fucking frustrating as hell.

Luckily, just as the car disappears again, my Little Saint storms out of the house and starts in my direction. At first, I frown because it's too dangerous for her to be out, and she doesn't know that we have been keeping watch, but then I think, fuck it, and step out onto the sidewalk and into her path.

She's not even paying attention as she keeps her head down, so I reach out and stop her before she can walk into me again. She jerks at being touched until she sees it's me and brings her hands to her lips.

“Are you stalking me, Fynn?” The glare she gives me has no effect on me whatsoever.

I grin, “I have no need to stalk anyone. You all gravitate toward me, but I do need to keep watch. Make sure your real stalker doesn't make good on their threats.”

“You have been standing out here this whole time?” she asks a little less angrily.

I nod once, “I have, and during this time, a silver Sedan has driven by slowly four different times, the first time when Dani came home.”

“A silver Sedan? I don't know anyone who drives one,” she states with her eyebrows furrowed.

I study her briefly and notice that she's a bit upset, “What's going on? You seem mad, Little Saint.”

She waves her hand in front of her, trying to dismiss my question, “It's nothing that you need to be concerned about.”

I step closer and look down my nose at the blonde beauty who has her hair in a messy bun and is wearing leggings and a Helshire hoodie, “Everything about you concerns me, Little Saint.”

She goes to take a step back, but I grab hold of the front of her sweatshirt and just raise my brow at her. My Little Saint sighs and then looks over her shoulder to see if we are in view of the Sorority House.

“Let's go for a ride, Little Saint.” I pull her toward my bike and plop the helmet back on her head before she can argue with me.

Surprisingly, she doesn't fight me on this, and she climbs on behind me once I've revved up my bike, “Where are we going?”

I grin at her in the little side mirror, “Somewhere, nobody else will be.”

I hear her screech as I take off, and she grasps my waist. I pull one of her hands, and then the other, around, so I can feel her body against mine again. I don't bother removing my hand from covering both of hers. I feel possessive as fuck at this moment and don't want to let her go.

As my bike flies through back roads, the houses start to disappear until we leave the town behind us. I'm not sure how I found the spot that I'm taking my Little Saint to, but she will be the first to ever see where I go when I need time to myself. I remember finding it my Senior year of high school when I learned Mom was cheating on Dad. It was a rough time for me, and that's when I really started not giving a fuck about anything.

My father and I get along to an extent, we're not like Jett and his dad, but we aren't like the typical father-and-son duo either. Oakley is the only one who still has both his parents together, but it's not always roses with them either. We all have our family issues, and as I think about this, with Catalina on the back, I can't help but wonder what her home life is like.

I now know that her mother had belonged to the Lords back in their day, and she even married one of them. Is that what this is...the past repeating itself? If so, I wonder which of my friends will be the sap to marry her, because I've already decided that no woman is worth the hassle. I've seen firsthand what it can do when you invest too much into one person, and then they decide they no longer want you and move on to someone else. You find out that you have an open marriage, although you are the last to find out.

Iturn when I see thenarrow opening in the wooded area. The road is deserted, so no one witnesses my entrance. If I was indeed a sicko, Little Saint would be in a heap of trouble because no one is around for miles. I could be taking her to her death, and she wouldn't even know it because, for some reason, she's trusting me.

My bike climbs up the slight incline until we break through the trees, and I bring my bike to a stop on a cliff, overlooking not only a small valley but the town of Helshire as well. Cutting the engine, I let her climb off first before hopping off.

“Oh, my God, Fynn! It's beautiful up here!” She pulls off the helmet and steps a little closer to the edge.

I pull her back, “Not too close. I don't know how solid the ground is.”

She doesn't argue as she looks out over the scenery once again, “How do you know of this place?”

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