My name might be Saint, but I’m more devil than angel. I don’t give a damn when others live or die, unless it affects me or my club.

So what made me stop when I saw a car run off the road? And why did I lie in order to save her life?

Maybe it would have been better had I left well alone.

Rescuing her put me at odds with the rest of the Kings. To them she’s the enemy. To me? She’s mine.

My name might be Saint, but I’m more devil than angel. I don’t give a damn when others live or die, unless it affects me or my club.

So what made me stop when I saw a car run off the road? And why did I lie in order to save her life?

Maybe it would have been better had I left well alone.

Rescuing her put me at odds with the rest of the Kings. To them she’s the enemy. To me? She’s mine.