Page 11 of Saint (Soulless Outlaws Motorcycle Club #1)

Saint

It was the next day.

I could have called Tempie or Agatha and asked what they thought about what I was doin’, but I decided against it.

If this was goin’ to work, then it needed to be me puttin’ in the work.

Therefore, I grabbed a bouquet of daisies and one of coral roses.

After I paid, I headed out to my truck.

Yes, I considered taking the bike; however, since it was a full moon and the crazies were out, I didn’t want to chance anything harming Ophelia.

And she had someone who depended on her.

I didn’t know about Soraya’s father. But I wanted to.

I wanted to know where that fucker was.

And as I drove to the Robbins’s place, I hoped that Ophelia had rented the house to the right and not the one to the left.

However, as I turned on the street and saw her Pontiac in the driveway to the left, I knew.

I knew that somehow, someway, I was goin’ to move them out of there the first chance I fuckin’ had.

Yes, the house was technically structurally sound.

But a strong wind could possibly blow it the fuck over.

And seeing as those two girls had somehow gotten under my skin and into my heart, that place wasn’t good enough for them.

Pulling into her driveway, I shut the truck off, tagged the flowers, opened my door, and climbed down.

I made it up the walk, wincing when the floorboards creaked underneath my weight.

Fuck. Me.

I took in a breath, not that I was nervous or anything like that.

But for a man who has never been on a date before in his life, well, this was a first for me.

Which was why, after another minute, I looked down at myself.

A new black long-sleeve shirt, sleeves rolled up to the forearms, clean jeans, and black boots, my kutte on my back, and my hair slicked back and not underneath a ballcap, I took in a deep breath and knocked on the door.

I heard little feet scampering across the floor, and then I heard, “Soraya Anya Cartwright, you better ask who that is before you open the door.”

I chuckled.

She definitely had that mama voice down pat.

As I heard Soraya call out, “Who’s there?”

I grinned, then said, “It’s me, princess.”

“It’s Saint, Monnie. Can I open the door?” that little voice called out.

“Yes,” I heard.

Then the door was opened, and there Soraya stood.

She looked me up and down, then nodded as if giving me her approval.

I winked down at her and then pulled the bouquet of daisies out from behind my back and handed them to her, “These are for you.”

Her little eyes widened, and then she gasped as she reached for them while whispering, “Thank you.”

Then I heard heels clicking on the floor, which caused my eyes to look up, and damn, but she took my fucking breath away.

She had on a form-fitted green dress that made her blonde hair shine.

Minimal make-up, which I fucking appreciated.

Cause when I saw her at the diner that first time, I had to do a double-take to believe my eyes.

And when I saw her in Sallie’s on that fateful day... I needed to get my cock under control.

Then, when she reached us, she smiled.

And when I saw what she had on, I had to bite my tongue not to laugh.

I didn’t want to embarrass her.

But... well... would she hate me if I let her walk out of her house like that?

It took me a split second to decide. Therefore, I said, “Umm, you might want to go back to the bathroom, baby.”

She tilted her head, then looked down at herself, then looked back up at me and asked, “Why?”

With my free hand, I opened my mouth and tapped on my teeth.

Her eyebrows scrunched together, and then she obviously felt what I was talking about with her tongue.

Then she gasped, “Oh no. Please tell me you're joking?”

Slowly, I shook my head, “No, ma’am.”

And like that, she spun round and raced down the hall.

I chuckled as I watched her go, admiring that perfect backside she wielded.

I wanted to take a nip out of that perfect round... Soraya’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I felt like the biggest piece of shit known to man.

There I was. Checking her mother out.

Right. In. Front. Of. Her.

“Don’t tell Monnie, I told you this. But her bedroom looks like it exploded. She has so many outfits on her bed. It’s a wonder she’ll find room to go to sleep tonight in it.”

I grinned. Then nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”

After the whitening strips were off her teeth, she came back, a slight flush in her cheeks, and wanting to ease her out of her embarrassment, I said, “Later, I want you to ask me about the yellow device I found in the dumpster when I was eight. Alright?”

She winked, “Now I’m dying to know.”

“Not in front of your girl,” I told her as I held out the flowers I bought for her.

She took them with the softest look on her face, and I made a vow right then and there that I would do whatever it took to keep that smile on her face.

After they both got their flowers in water, she looked at Soraya and said, “Okay, grab your backpack.”

And just like that, I followed behind them, not really taking in their space cause it wasn’t the time for that.

Not while I was mentally ticking off everything in my house and making sure nothing was out of place and that everything was just right.

I waited while she locked the door, and then she said, “I just have to walk her over to Harold and Lilly’s, then we can go.”

I nodded, then gestured for them to go ahead of me.

My eyes scanned the surrounding area, ensuring that nothing was amiss. Taking note of... I looked down at my hand and felt my heart begin to race.

Because there, holding onto my pinky finger, was Soraya’s whole hand.

I chanced a glance at Ophelia to see how she felt about it, and when I saw that sweet smile on her face, I looked back ahead and grinned.

Harold and Lilly had just hugged Ophelia goodbye when she knelt in front of Soraya and hugged her.

I wasn’t standing too far away to not hear Soraya’s whispered words to her Monnie.

“I like him, Monnie.” I smiled inwardly, pleased as fuck with myself.

Ophelia grinned as she tucked a strand of Soraya’s curly blonde locks behind her ear, “You do. I’m glad.”

Soraya shocked me when she asked, “Are you going to ask me why?”

“Only if you want to tell me,” Ophelia said as she brushed her nose with Soraya’s.

“Only one other person has given me flowers. And that’s you.”

My fists clenched.

I wanted to find her father and lay a world of hurt down on him.

But now was not that time.

Right now, my time was spoken for.

And it would seem that it would be spoken for a lot when I heard Soraya ask, “Did you ask him, Monnie?”

Ophelia smiled, then she shook her head, “I was waiting. Do you want me to ask him now?”

Soraya smiled, and then at once, they both looked up at me with matching mischievous smiles. I glared mockingly.

“I’m in trouble. Aren’t I?” I asked.

They both giggled.

Be still, my heart.

“Soraya said that the only way I could agree to have dinner with you was if you agreed to watch her favorite movie,” Ophelia said.

I winked at her, then looked at Soraya, “Are we dressing up too?”

Soraya gasped and then nodded.

I winked, “Done.”

Once Soraya was safely inside, I held out my hand and said, “After you, mi’lady.”

She giggled, which shot right to my soul, imprinting that sound there.

With her small hand in mine, I led her to my truck.

Reaching it, she asked, “How come you didn’t bring your bike?”

I looked down at her as I opened her door, “Cause it’s a full moon out tonight. Crazies come out. Not risking something happening to you. Not when you have someone who depends on you.”

I didn’t miss that smile.

No, I sure as fuck didn’t.

After I helped her up in my truck, I closed the door and then rounded the hood.

Once I was in and made sure she was buckled up, I started the truck and then reversed out by placing my hand on the back of her headrest.

I also didn’t miss the side eye she gave my forearm that was covered in tattoos, nor the way she licked her bottom lip and then realized she had done so.

Oh, this woman.

Good tunes were playing on the radio when she asked, “So, where are we going?”

I looked at her as I came to a stoplight.

“Tonight is based on trust. See it building between us. Trusting my gut. Need you to do the same, yeah?”

She took in a breath, then nodded.

Her fingers were dancing to the rhythm on the center console, and since I’d been trusting my gut for twenty-three years of my life, I was trusting it with this, too.

Sliding my hand over, I captured hers and laced our fingers together.

I caught her biting the left side of her bottom lip as she smiled a small smile at the same time.

I grinned.

Then she said, “Are you going to ask me which movie is her favorite?”

I shook my head, “Nah. I’ll do it. Happily. She’s cute as a button. And she comes with you. Be fucking honored to watch her favorite movie with her.”

Something in the cab of my truck shifted.

I felt it.

And as I eyed her from the corner of my eye, I saw it.

Written clearly on her angelic-like face.

She liked what I said.

No, she liked it in a way that it meant a lot to her.

Good.

Because I meant every fucking word I said to her.