Page 94 of Saints and Sinners

When I get to the top of the stairs, I see a shirtless Oakley approaching me with anger in his eyes. He grabs my arm and pulls me toward the door. He doesn't say anything, and I don't try to ask until we are tucked away inside his Camaro, and he's revving it up.

“Do you mind telling me why we just left like that?” I cock my brow as I click my seatbelt in place.

“Yeah, I do mind. All you need to know is that it was time for us to go.”

“Oakley...” I start to argue, but he curses, cutting me off.

“Fucking hell, Catalina! Can you just trust me to know what is best for you at times and not question my actions?”

His using my real name tells me that I shouldn't argue, but fuck that, “I'll trust you more when you stop hiding shit from me! I'm sick and tired of being told I'm one of you, yet you won't let me in on anything, even when it has to do with me!”

He glares at me before an intimidating smirk appears, “Okay, Kitty Cat. You want to know everything that we do? You think you can handle everything? Fine, handle this... I went upstairs to say goodbye to our parents, and what did I find? I find that our parents have reverted back to their college days, Kitty Cat. Your father and mine were spit-roasting your fucking mother in the kitchen!”

THIRTY-ONE

Fynn

Ineed time. Time tofigure out what the fuck I am doing where my Little Saint is concerned. I had no business kissing her like I did; I never meant for that to happen. I can't give her hope where she and I are concerned because I'm too fucked up, but deep down, I know that little by little, Catalina Scott is burrowing herself inside me. She's taken hold and has anchored herself to where I have her on my mind all the fucking time.

I stayed behind to work on video footage because even after having her stay with Oakley last night, in order to put distance between me and the blonde bombshell, I couldn't get that kiss out of my head. I never kiss a female on the mouth. It's my number one rule, so how could I have broken it with her?

The door to our third-floor slams, and I hear Oakley's angry voice, “Go straight to my room, Kitty Cat. We will talk about this attitude just as soon as I talk to the guys.”

“Oh, I forgot, I'm not allowed to be angry about stuff! I need to be a perfect fucking Lady!” I hear my Saint growl back, and it makes me smile. I love it when our girl is feisty, but now I'm wondering what the fuck is going on.

I turn and glance at Jett, who sits beside me with a similar look to mine, “What do you suppose that's all about?” I ask him.

He shrugs, “I don't know, but they weren't at the Scott's for too long, so...”

Oakley stomps into my room and throws himself in the only available chair, “Kitty Cat is so frustrating sometimes!”

Smirking, I cock a brow, “What has her panties in a bunch?”

“Oh, they were in a bunch inside her mouth when I fucked her in her parent's laundry room. Now, she isn't wearing any,” Oakley grins proudly.

I laugh, “You're such a dirty dawg, Oak.”

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