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Two attacks, one on one of our warehouses, and another one that came too fucking close to the mansion. A few informants gone missing. Pigs sniffing about our business, either because of how showy Bellini’s attacks were or because Bellini tipped them off.
Victor’s busy talking to contacts, trying to sniff out the weak spots. Saint’s keeping tabs on everything online.
But I’m the one seeing body after body, getting caught in the crossfire, having to organize clean-up andclean-up.
I’m the one getting cryptic fucking offers, left like little presents for me to find alongside the bodies.
“Lucia—Lucialoved me,” Saint says, and that’s so fucking delusional that I laugh in his face.
“Lucia played you like a fucking fiddle.” I sit up straighter and smirk at him. “She saw you were the weak link. The one she could wrap around her little finger. The one who likes getting dominated.”
At that, he does take a swing at me, but I catch his fist easily in one of my much larger hands. “Fuck you, Angel! I’m not the only one. She got under your skin, too.”
I roll my eyes, gripping his fist in my own then yanking him toward me until he practically falls into my lap. “I’m not the one who was saying ‘yes ma’am’ and nearly getting fucked by Victor in the process.”
I’m being purposely cruel, savage, and I know it, but I want him just as angry as I am. I want him to abandon his delusions that she got kidnapped, for fuck’s sake, and to realize he was just as culpable as me and Victor.
Saint tries to punch me with his other fist, but I catch that too before easily flipping us over on the bed so that he’s beneath me. I straddle his waist, leering down at him. I could take him so easily right now. He wouldn’t even be able to protest. I’d have him screaming, then I’d have him moaning, and he wouldn’t be able to deny how much he wants this. How much he wants me.
“Get the fuck off me!” he shouts, bucking his hips uselessly.
I grind my half-hard cock against him and lean down to kiss his jaw. “Yeah? Maybe I should drug you instead. That’s nice and gentle, right? You’d wake up with no memory of my cock in your ass, just the lingering soreness. I’ll make sure to come in your mouth, too, so the taste can follow you in your dreams.”
For someone who likes drugging his conquests, Saint obviously doesn’t like the idea of someone playing his own games against him. He blanches at my words, all the color draining from his face. “You wouldn’t.”
“Maybe I would. You think it’s fine to do to Lucia, that it’s allnice. So why wouldn’t it be okay for me to do it to you?” I challenge him.
“Because I don’t like men!” he shouts. “I don’t want you! She wanted me!”
“News fucking flash, Saint. She didn’t want you. She didn’t want any of us. She was just pretending.” I bury my fingers in his hair and jerk him back, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “You think you’re so much better than me, but at least I don’t pretend to be something I’m not.”
There’s a second where Saint’s eyes widen, and I can see the palpable fear. He doesn’t know whether I’ll let him go or not. He knows I could overpower him, take his ass, and he wouldn’t be able to stop me.
It’s so fucking tempting.
I reach down and slide my hand into his pants so I can grip his cock directly. I can feel the piercing and the way his cock is twitching. It’s growing hard, even, despite everything Saint’s been saying.
But I know if I cross this line, things will never be good between me and Saint again. I know this could break him, and while I wouldn’t care if it were anybody else, I like Saint the way he is.
He isn’t as strong as Lucia.
“Please, Angel,” Saint says quietly. “Let go.”
I hold on to him for another second, staring him in the eyes, before I pull away from him. I flop onto my back next to him, and I’m not surprised that Saint bolts off the bed as soon as he’s free.
“Lucia went willingly,” I say flatly. “Victor agrees with me, and even if you think I suck at reading people, Victor doesn’t. If you don’t trust me, at least trust him.”
Saint looks down at me, tears welling up in his eyes as some of the panic and anger morph into pain. “Why did she leave us, Angel? For Pavone? Did she really think we’re worse than he is?”
“Saint, how the fuck should I know?” I think back to the vids Saint dug up of Pavone’s previous wife. She’d been crying and terrified, all right, and if not for her disfigured face I probably could have gotten off on it. But I don’t want to imagine Lucia in that position, and no matter how clever Lucia thinks she is, Pavone is far too unpredictable.
I tuck myself back in and get off the bed. “I’m gonna hit the gun range. Don’t bother me unless you want to fuck.”
I leave Saint’s room and head to the gun range. A few rounds of shooting usually help me calm down, but…
It isn’t working today. I’ve been making fun of Saint for his delusions, I’m pissed off at Lucia for ditching us the way she did, but most of all, I’m angry at myself for caring this fucking much. She’s just a woman. I didn’t even know her a few months ago.
Saint isn’t wrong, though. She did get under my skin. She took everything I gave her and managed to remain herself in the process.
