Page 71 of Dirty Saint

Koah definitely seemed jealous.

He looked at me for a second, and his blazing eyes moved over me before he turned away.

I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I didn’t want Koah fighting anyone from a rival crew. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of me.

I stepped between them, feeling as if I was stuck between two brick walls, and tried to ease the tension.

“I’m fine, Koah. Everything’s fine.”

He looked down at me, his light eyes scanning my face. “Everything’s not fucking fine. He touched you,” he barked.

“I’ll ask you again,” Twitch said from behind me, the heat from his large body against my back. “Is she yours or not?”

I watched Koah’s expression and waited for his answer. I wanted to hear him say no even though I knew it would burn.

Koah swallowed hard, his thick throat bobbing up and down. “It doesn’t matter what she is. I said leave her alone and get the fuck away from my spot.”

“Why don’t you fucking make me leave?” Twitch taunted.

And that was all it took.

Things moved quickly. I was shoved to the side, and when I turned around, I found Twitch in Koah’s face. Koah pushed at his chest, and Twitch swung at Koah’s head and missed. Everything broke free at that moment.

The two beat each other mercilessly, and blood flew. I moved closer, tugging at Twitch’s arm to pull him away, but when I did, his elbow flew back and caught me in the nose. My eyes watered, and my nose burned as if I had just gone underwater and breathed some in. I fell back on my ass as Koah sank his shoulder into Twitch’s stomach and took him down onto the hard asphalt.

Three men jumped on top of Koah, helping Twitch, who was losing the fight. I started to stand to help Koah, but fights broke out around me. The sounds of cursing and the rush of people surrounding me sent me into a spiral of anxiety. I was beginning to hyperventilate when I felt a hand on my arm. I looked up to see Sadie tugging me up.

“Come on, Tori. We have to get the hell out of here!”

The first people I saw when I stood were Joker and Crow. Joker didn’t notice me as he ran by me and started kicking Twitch in his back. Crow took down two of the guys who had jumped Koah, and with their backs to me, I could see both were packing guns in their waistbands. As soon as I noticed them, Joker pulled his, placing it against Twitch’s temple and making everyone around them pause.

“Give me one reason not to blow your fucking head in half right now,” he seethed, his evil grin still plastered on his face.

He loved it. The thrill. The drive of the fight. Joker was scary, but I was never sure if it was all an act. Seeing him standing over Twitch with his finger on the trigger and a sickening, satisfied-looking expression, I knew it wasn’t an act. It was genuine.

I started behind Sadie, getting away from the scene and toward her car, but I looked back once and saw Koah looking my way, his face covered in blood. He had beat the hell out of the guys he was fighting but still got his share. That was what happened when it was four against one.

Sadie and I barely made it to the car before shots rang out. I jerked at the sound. It was different from the starting gunshot at the races. It was louder—more aggressive—and I silently prayed no one was hit.

We sped away from The Strip, and when Sadie started toward my apartment, I stopped her.

“Don’t take me home. I need to see if Koah is okay.”

She looked at me, confused. “Who the hell is Koah?”

I sighed. “Saint. Did you really not know his name was Koah?”

She shrugged, pulling a U-turn and starting toward the Sons of Sinister house. “Everyone calls him Saint. Most of the guys at The Strip have nicknames. I only need real names if I’m banging them.”

She laughed.

How could she laugh after such a crazy thing happened?

My nose felt like it had been smashed in, and guns had been pulled. It was a bad situation. There was no laughing on my end.

“You’re seriously laughing right now?” I was enraged. “People were shooting!”

She waved my comment away. “Girl, that happens all the time. I’m surprised this is the first time you’ve seen it. Everyone will leave and party at Crow’s; next weekend, it will be like nothing happened.”

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