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Face to face with him now, anger starts washing over me. I feel the small waves start to run through my body, warming my blood. “Itook my time?” I query, wondering what the fuck he’s talking about.
“Been waiting for you to cave. They done you pretty good this morning.”
The Saint may be many things, but straight to the point he is not. The corner of his mouth lifts. He points to a note which I see has been left on the table. Picking it up, he reads it, smirking every now and again. Then he looks at me. “Blood in your piss?” He sucks his teeth. “They weren’t supposed to go that hard on you.”
With a huff, I swing my legs off the side of the bed, my palms flat on the mattress either side. Fuck, I ache.
The Saint screws up the note then chucks it back on the desk. “You needed to see me?” he asks. Moving to the doc’s chair, he spins it, sitting one leg either side, his front against the back. “Officially, I’m in solitary. This was the only way I could facilitate a meet.”
“And unofficially?” I ask, my voice low.
He pauses before answering, his eyes inspecting me. “You pay the right price; you can do or get anything you want in here.”
I see. “And what is your price?” I ask him, knowing I’llneed to play by house rules if I have any hope of finding the information I seek.
“You are smart, considering you don’t reside in here often.”
“Just smart enough so I don’t have to,” I tell him.
The Saint blinks, his dark eyes staring through me. “You’ll know my price when I need something.”
Closing my eyes briefly, I then look up to him.
With a wicked smile, The Saint wheels his chair closer to me. From where I sit on the bed, his head still manages to meet my chin. “What is it you need from me?”
“Protection.”
He nods. “Vincent mentioned protection. Said threats have also been made,” he looks me square in the eye, “to the Saviours.”
He’s not wrong. “That’s right.”
His eyes widen, waiting for me to elaborate. “AnythingIcan help with?”
I slip down off the bed giving him no option but to wheel himself backwards. “No.”
He laughs. “And just a second ago I thought you were smart.”
Shaking his head, he quickly stands, pushing the chair away. His comment leaves me annoyed. I feel myself getting irritated by the way he carries himself. “I run this fucking place. If the source was in here, don’t you think I’d know? Vincent would have asked me to look into it.”
My stare is hard as I try to a get a read on him. “Maybe this is something you’re unaware of? Just like Vincent.” I know what I saw and what I heard in the barn. “The men making the threats came from here.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“One of them told me. Right before I slit his throat. Vincent would have known that if he’d got his hands dirty.”
The Saint laughs. “Sounds about right.”
I let out a breath. “I need you to let me find the source myself. I can’t do that if I’m getting the shit kicked out of me every day.”
There’s a grin spreading across his face. “That was mostly to get you in here.” He gestures around the room.
The beatings from the guards may have been him, but until he removes the red light over my head, I can’t expect them to stop altogether.
“Why not ask me to look for the source?” he adds.
I smile. “Maybe I have trust issues.”
“And yet you go into business with the men you hate most.”
