Page 8 of Saint (Soulless Outlaws Motorcycle Club #1)

Ophelia

The moment we pulled into the driveway, Mr. and Mrs. Robbins headed out of their house.

I climbed out of my car and said, “I’m so sorry. We’re running late.”

That was when Soraya, who had unbuckled herself, opened her door and said, “We met Mr. Saint. But he told me it was just Saint. So, Monnie can’t yell at me for being disrespectful.

Did you know he’s six foot two? Did you know his favorite superhero is the Hulk?

He looks like a Hulk. And... and... he got me this.

” And that was when she took in a deep breath and held up her Barbie doll for them to see.

Mr. Robbins looked at me and lifted a brow, a twinkle in his eye, and asked, “You met Saint. Huh?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, but Mrs. Robbins slapped him in the gut with the back of her hand, “Hush, you. We can grill her later. Right now, our little Soraya girl has something she wants us to see.”

At her words about grilling me, I groaned.

Which caused both of them to laugh.

After they had seen Soraya’s doll, we unloaded the trunk, brought the tree in, and with an old record player I had scored at a garage sale last week and a Christmas vinyl record, we decorated our tree.

Of course, I popped popcorn, and we made a garland out of it.

It was as we were putting the final touches on the tree that Mrs. Robbins asked, “So, what did you think about him?”

I looked at the red glass ornament and sighed, “He was nice.”

I felt Mrs. Robbins’s eyes on me, and then I sighed.

We may not have lived here long, but I knew Mrs. Robbins wasn’t going to let this go.

“He told me that he had watched some punk jip me a tip. Figured that had I gotten that tip, I would have been able to get Soraya that doll.”

“Which is true. I’ve never seen a better mother than you, dearie.” Mrs. Robbins told me.

And for the second time that day, I felt tears well in my eyes.

I looked at her and smiled, “Thank you.”

She winked, then said, “Continue.”

“Well, when he talked to Soraya, he didn’t stand at his full height.

No, he lowered himself down, so he was at eye level with her.

And not once when she talked to him a million miles a minute, did he get frustrated with her.

And... well... he carried our bags to the car and put them in for me.

No one has ever done that for me but Mr. Robbins. ”

“Did I hear my name? Wait, I didn’t. Because you won’t call me that.” I giggled as Mr. Robbins entered the living room.

I chuckled as I asked, “Will it make you happy if I call you by your name?”

He nodded, “Extremely. That Mr. Robbins makes me feel old as dirt. And after I made Lilly come twice this morning, I don’t feel so old.”

“Harold!” Mrs. Robbins gasped.

I started laughing, and I couldn’t help it.

Mrs. Robbins was rolling her eyes.

When I got my laughter under control, I looked at him and said, “I’m pleased to hear that, Harold.”

***

It was as I was tucking Soraya into bed that she asked, “What do you think we should do to pay that man back?”

I lifted a brow, “Do you want to pay him back?”

“Yes, ma’am. You always tell me that you pay kindness with kindness.” She said with as much vigor as she could muster.

For the third time that day, I felt tears prick my eyes.

Oh, this girl. This sweet, sweet girl.

Damn that lying rat bastard for walking away from us. From her.

However, he was the one missing out.

Because I got to have all of her sweet moments solely to myself.

And I was okay with that.

And one day, Soraya would be too.

But not once has she asked about him since we left.

And yes, that worried me a little.

But now wasn’t the time to dwell on things that I had no control over.

Therefore, I asked, “Okay. What would you like to do?”

“I think we should make him our unicorn brownies.” She said with a smile on her face.

I winced at that, “Honey, he’s in a motorcycle club. I don’t think he would like unicorn brownies.”

She shook her head, “But they are good. And he said he still likes superheroes, so he has to still be a little boy at heart. And unicorns are not just for girls.”

Well, it looked like I would be raiding the kitchen to find stuff to make him unicorn brownies.

I nodded, then said, “Okay, pumpkin head. You win,” then I pressed a kiss to Soraya’s curly mop of dark brown hair.

***

It was after my shift at the diner the next day, and picking Soraya up from school, that we headed home and made unicorn brownies.

And yes, I had dressed up much better than I had yesterday.

My long blonde hair was straight. I had on minimal make-up because I felt that natural beauty is more important, and it shines just so.

I had on a fitted red long-sleeve sweater that showcased my breasts and nipped in the waist just right.

I also had on the jeans that showed my hourglass figure.

I had tits and ass, and I was proud of them.

I had worked on getting it all back after we left.

I missed them.

On my feet were a pair of dark brown ankle boots with a silver buckle on the side.

Soraya was dressed in much the same manner as I was, but without make-up, and her blonde curls were still bouncy after the product I put in them this morning.

Thankfully, I had been able to get directions from Mr. Robb... Harold.

And as we drove to the clubhouse, as it was called, I sent up a silent prayer that Saint would be there.

Because I didn’t want to crush my little girl’s spirit.

She had been talking about him not stopping since we met him yesterday.

I had even gotten news that she had told her classmates that she had made herself a new friend and that he was a giant.

Shaking my head, I saw the name of the road and turned right.

There, the building stood.

It had four levels, from what I could tell, and was painted gray and red. It looked pretty cool.

Above a set of French-style brown doors were the letters SOMC.

I now knew that meant Soulless Outlaws Motorcycle Club.

We had just parked beside a row of bikes.

I cut the ignition in my car, climbed out, and then moved to help Soraya out.

Once that was done, I grabbed the tray of brownies and tagged her hand.

“Lookin’ a little lost there, darlin’,” I jerked my head to that voice and felt a tingle of fear slide along my spine.

He was older, possibly a little younger than Harold.

His brown hair was graying at his temples, and he had green eyes.

But there was something in his eyes I didn’t like.

However, we were there for Saint.

And the way Harold had talked about this club, I tried not to allow my fear to show.

Instead, I proverbially pulled my big girl panties up and said, “We are here to see Saint. Is he here?”

The man jerked his head back and lifted his brow, “Saint? You did say, Saint. Right?”

He looked from me, then down to Soraya, then back to me.

And before I could answer him, Soraya did, but not before she moved slightly behind me. The man saw it and took a step back.

But that did little to ease our uneasiness towards this man.

“Yes. We are here to see Saint.” Soraya said in a small voice, I didn’t like it. Not one bit.

He nodded at her, then said, “Wait here. Okay?”

I nodded because I so wasn’t going in there without at least Saint in our vicinity.

Yes, we had met just yesterday, but as I lay in bed last night, I was able to put my finger on what I saw in his eyes.

Trust.

Yes, I know that sounds stupid and so out of left field, but you had to have been there and seen it to understand it.