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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

SAINT

I ran from my room like the hounds of hell were after me, zipping my jeans as my cock was the only part of me I’d bared, leaving my seed and her juices soaking my sheets. I hadn’t even thought to be a gentleman and clean her up. And even that’s an alien thought – I don’t normally spare a second of concern for any of the hangarounds or club girls I take to, then kick out of my bed. They all know the score. They want me? They get me, but on my terms.

Pippa? Sex with her fucking blew my mind. I came so hard I literally saw stars and for a second wondered if I’d blown something serious and was about to meet my maker.

It had to have been that it was the first time in my life I didn’t bother with a condom. Jesus, fuck. If that was the difference it made, the next girl I take to bed I’d make sure was on the pill or had an IUD or implant. I can’t fucking wait to feel that sensation again. Yeah, that must have been the reason for it.

Pausing halfway down the hallway, I rest my forehead against the wall, my heart still racing, blood seeming to pulse in my balls. What if it wasn’t the lack of latex between us, but it was her?

I’d fucked her bare as it didn’t matter if my seed took root, she wasn’t going to be alive long enough for it to be a problem. I fucked her to get the need for her out of my system. I know myself, I like variety, and once I’ve made my conquest, unless it’s a club girl there for convenience and a change from using my hand, I’m never interested enough to go back for seconds. But Pippa? I’m already regretting I ran rather than taking the opportunity to dip my wick for the second time, only to prove the sensations from the first were a fluke, of course. No woman could be that good. No pussy addictive.

Hearing voices below me, I straighten, wipe my hands across my face, and complete my path down to the club room. Spying Gris, without pausing to welcome him back or politely ask about the health of his mother, I bark instructions that he’s to go upstairs and make sure my girl, my prisoner , stays put.

Instead of jumping to obey me, he wavers and jerks his head toward the window from which I can see the bunkhouse the prospects call home. “Just got here, VP. I need to freshen up?—”

Interrupting him as I can’t even see a speck of dust on his face, I snap, “I gave you a fuckin’ order, Prospect. I expect you to do it now.”

Still reluctant, he narrows his eyes. “Why isn’t she in the barn?”

Swiping my hands back through my hair, I’m more inclined to punch him in the mouth rather than offer an explanation, despite my better judgement, I snap out just to shut him up. “She’s a fuckin’ Fed, okay? We’re trying to see whether we can work with her or not.” My cock and her pussy obviously fit very well, but that’s far more info than I’m inclined to share with him.

His eyes sharpen, then with a huff, he turns and finally faces the right direction. Frowning at the less-than-eager way he finally moves to obey my command, I’m pretty sure Heathen is shortly going to be patched in, and Knight will follow soon after. Both are eager to please and will do anything asked enthusiastically to get the patch that means so much to them. While Gris hasn’t been here as long as the others, little things about him have started me questioning whether he’s going to fit in, and not only because he keeps taking off and disappearing, though obviously I sympathise with the reason. Fuck knows, but right now he seems to be someone that wants the thrills that come with being a biker and living the life, rather than working to show he’s deserving of it. He’s got a way to go before his loyalty to the club is proven.

His halfhearted three-finger salute as he passes me doesn’t give me any confidence, the gesture appearing to be insolent, rather than respectful.

In contrast, the opened beer that appears as soon as I approach the bar shows Heathen is well on the path to being patched in. As is the query, “Anything else I can get for you, VP?”

To test him, I bark, “You can get down on your knees and lick my boots clean.”

The prospect doesn’t even let a flicker of dismay cross his face before he opens the flap on the bar, comes out and moves toward me.

Laughing loudly, I wave him down. “At ease, man.”

There’s only a bare glimpse of relief as Heathen grins, then returns to resume his bar duties. Now that’s what a prospect should be. Willing to do anything a brother asks of him. It’s the only way to build trust, and to know that as a full member, he’ll be someone to depend upon, who won’t hesitate to do what’s needed in the heat of the moment, however distasteful that action might be.

When he’s resumed his post, I jerk my head toward Prez’s office. “Bullseye around?”

Again, showing his worth, he’s got the information I need. “Saw him go in there ten minutes or so ago.” Then he grins. “Alone.” The latter is useful information. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve walked in on the prez getting a blow job from one of the bunnies. Not that that stopped us from having a conversation, Bullseye proved he can multitask.

“Give me another one of these.” As Heathen passes a second bottle over, I hold both beers in one hand as I cross the room, perfunctorily knocking at the door and waiting a polite second before twisting the handle and entering.

“VP,” Bullseye nods, his eyes brightening as he spots my offering.

Placing his drink in front of him, I kick out the chair opposite his desk and dump my ass into it with a sigh.

We came up through the ranks together, have been brothers for years. I eagerly gave him my vote into the top spot, without any envy of the rank he was obtaining. There’s so much weight on his shoulders that I wouldn’t want on mine, and it suits me that in my role I can support him, as my friend, as well as my prez. The downside is he knows me as well as I know him.

After upturning his bottle to his mouth, he pulls it away and wipes his lips dry with the back of his hand. “What’s bothering you, VP?”

I could tell him my doubts about the prospect, but instead, sighing heavily, I decide to tell him the truth. “I fucked her.”

His brows rise to his hairline. “The Fed?” At my shrug, he narrows his eyes. “And that’s a problem?” After regarding me for a moment, he smirks. “Seems a natural outcome to her staying in your bed. Wouldn’t have thought you’d have offered your room rent free.”

When I don’t answer, his mirth falls away, and he frowns. “Fuck bro, don’t tell me you’re catching feelings for her.”

I drain more than half of my own beer as I try to formulate a response. “Bull, I don’t fuckin’ know what I’m feeling. She’s a Fed. I know my duty, she’s a danger to the club and can’t be allowed loose. But I admire her. I’ve never met a woman like her. And now I’ve had a taste of her…?” My voice trails off.

“Saint. Brother.” Bullseye seems at a loss for words. He drums his fingers on the tabletop. Not knowing what I expect or want him to say, I stay quiet and give him space to think. He, too, takes a hefty swig of his beer before letting loose any thoughts. It’s hard to keep from fidgeting, and I’m just about to spring into action and ask if he wants another drink when he at last speaks, but it’s simply to say. “Fuck, Bro.” Before moving his head left to right then back to center, he then leans back in his chair. He shakes his head once again, then asks, “Is there any way in hell that she’d realise that by making her unalived we’ve given her a second chance? Or do you think at the first opportunity she’d go back and try to reclaim her prior life? Which, as you know, puts us all, including Ace, into the spotlight?”

I feel an unfamiliar thump in my chest, my heart beating overtime. He hasn’t immediately said that I should just end her now, which is what I would have expected. “If we can persuade her to see a future where she hasn’t got a fuckin’ target on her back…”

Bullseye’s hand shoots up and points at me. “It will take time to persuade her to the extent anyone would buy that. You’ll have to keep her here, close to the club. We can’t trust her unless we keep her within eyesight of one of us all the time.”

Shit, fuck, damnit. I reach into my pocket, pull out a blunt I rolled earlier, light the tip, and then draw the smoke deep into my lungs. I pass it over the desk, and Bullseye replicates my actions. “I’ll have to speak up for her.”

He blows out smoke, hands back the joint, then leans back in his seat, his mouth quirking at the edges. “Take responsibility for her. And already told you how to do that. Make her your ol’ lady.”

I fucked her without a condom. She could already be pregnant with my kid. I wait for the rage, the anger to settle over me, but it doesn’t come. Instead, there’s calm.

Bullseye shakes his head. “You heard her. She’s a Fed through and through. She’s always done right in her life. Saint, Brother, I’d love to see hearts and rainbows come through for you, but leopards don’t change their spots. You might put your name on her, might try to tie her to you, but how could any of us get comfortable with her here? Unless you’re going to keep her prisoner for the rest of her life, she’s always going to be a flight risk.”

And a threat to Ace. I couldn’t do that to Freak, my brother.

I let the corner of my mouth rise. “I fucked her good.” My expression becomes a full smirk. “She got the whole Saint experience. Maybe that will make up her mind.”

He barks a laugh, letting his head fall back. “You got a magical penis, Brother?”

Probably not, but right now, I wish that I had.

Banging his now empty bottle on his desk, Bullseye comes to a decision. “I won’t push you to end her fast, VP. I’ll give you some time with her. Let her mingle with the brothers, see how she takes to the life, and them to her.” Breaking off, he shakes his head. “I just don’t see how we can turn her into something she’s not. I’m not sure anything will come of it, but at least you can feel you tried. I’ll give you a week.” He raises an eyebrow. “Maybe if you fuck her enough, you’ll get tired of her.”

I can only hope. But he’s given me something to hang onto. If I don’t have to put a bullet into her head right now, maybe I can somehow manage to do the impossible, and, as Short suggested, corrupt her. Bring her into our world.

But get my brothers to believe she’d never betray us?

I’d have a better chance of seeing a pig flying outside the window.