Page 76 of Dirty Saint

My orange and blue board shorts were as bright as the sun when I entered the kitchen to find sweet Everly at the stove. I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, making her giggle.

“If Skull doesn’t marry you soon, I’m stealing you,” I said as I snagged a piece of bacon off the plate.

“The fuck you are,” his deep voice boomed behind us.

She and I laughed before Skull pulled her from the stove and into his arms. He gently kissed her lips, and I had to look away. Skull was a roughneck. The fucker had been shot at and stabbed. He had laid down the fucking law on so many gangsters in our zone and left fear in his wake. Seeing him be so gentle was mindblowing, making me wonder if I could ever be the same. Sometimes I felt a softness toward Tori, but I couldn’t figure out if our past or present made me feel that way.

We ate everything Everly cooked, and then I cleaned the kitchen. Soon, I found myself alone in the living room with Crow. Joker was out doing whatever Joker did, and Skull and Everly had left to deal with business shit for the new shop. I held the remote, skipping through Netflix, hoping to find something to kill the time. Once I realized there was nothing, I tossed the remote to the couch and sighed.

“This sucks,” I complained.

“What’s going on with you, Saint?”

I looked over to see Crow staring back at me with a firm expression. His black eyes roamed my face, trying to figure me out.

“What do you mean?”

I had been a little out of it lately, but I hadn’t thought my boys had noticed.

“I mean, with you and this chick. You think I don’t see what’s going on?”

Fuck.

There was no talking my way out of it. Not with Crow. He was quiet and observant, but the fucker saw everything.

I shook my head. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m so fucked up, man. I just know she makes me feel higher than anything we sell.”

He nodded as if he understood. “You need to tell Joker.”

I agreed. Joker was my boy. He trusted me more than anyone, and it was only fitting that he knew what was going on. Even if Tori and I were just friends, he deserved to know.

“I’ll tell him soon.”

And I meant that.

During the week, there were moments when I could have told Joker what was going on, and I didn’t. We were alone many times, but each time I thought about telling him, the past would smack me across the face, and I would hold back. Joker had killed his own flesh and blood for us, and I couldn’t even stay away from a woman for him. Especially the daughter of the man who had destroyed me. It wasn’t right, and it made our friendship feel one-sided. He would do anything for me, and I couldn’t do something this small for him. The way I was feeling. The past. The present. All of it was bullshit.

The week flew by with one missed opportunity after another, and before I knew it, it was Friday night, and I was rolling my front tire up to the white starting line and revving my engine. The crowd cheered around us. The smell of gasoline and drugs swarmed through the foggy night surrounding me. My adrenaline was high, and I knew when I took off and raced for the brief seconds on The Strip, I could forget about everything else and focus on winning.

I did so a full two bike lengths ahead of my opponent and took a grand from him like it was nothing. When I joined my crew at our spot on the sidelines, I kept my eyes away from where I knew Tori would be. I no longer wondered if she would be at The Strip. It was apparent she liked it there, and while I liked having her close by, I hated knowing she was fresh meat for the sick fucks in the crowd.

I wasn’t sure I could keep my shit together if I looked over and saw another fucker circling her. I had already started a riot once because of that fucking Border Lord, and I knew I would do it again if it meant keeping any cock that wasn’t mine away from Tori.

I drank, smoked, and raced into the night. My crew partied around me, and I joined in even though my mind was occupied with a set of long legs, dark hair, and a mouth that could suck dick like nothing I had ever felt before. Not that I had much experience in that department, but I refused to believe there was better out there.

Finally giving in, I looked over at Tori. Her long hair flowed down her back and tickled the top of her ass. Her skirt was short, but her top was shorter, allowing a peek of her flat stomach and sexy navel. My mouth watered. Where was she getting these fucking clothes? And why did I want to cover her and simultaneously rip everything off her all at once?

I wanted to taste her.—feel her wrapped around my dick, all wet and tight. I wasn’t going to be able to stay away. Not when it came to her. I had never wanted or needed someone so much in all my life. My cock throbbed behind my zipper, and I adjusted myself to relieve the discomfort.

Feeling my eyes on her skin, she looked back at me, rolled her eyes, and turned away. I grinned, loving her attitude. She was spunky as fuck and intelligent—smarter than I knew I would ever be. She was lethal and addictive, and I was a fucking junkie for her.

“Hey, Saint,” a feminine voice said from my side.

I broke my stare at Tori and turned to see Carmen. She hadn’t been around often, but she used to fuck with Skull before he fell for Everly and every other woman ceased to exist for him. She was cute, with long hair littered with blond highlights. Her Spanish skin matched my natural tan, and her eyes were green. Any other man would want to hit it, but even with my cock hard, I knew I couldn’t. If I even tried, I’d deflate. Only one woman could get me hard and keep my cock up, and it was Tori.

Her blood was his blood—my demon. Venom and darkness, yet I wanted to swim in her.

“What’s up?” I nodded, taking a hit from my blunt.

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