SAINT.
I’ve always been an asshole. That’s not an insult… It’s just accurate. When someone calls me one, I take it as a compliment. Hell, I wear it like a title.
Now let me guess. Kyrie’s over at Lanry Side, holed up with Irene, or, should I say Jessa? Already drawing lines in the sand, scheming how to keep her safe from me. Cute. If only he fucking knew.
Look… Kyrie and I? Best of friends. Nothing had ever come between us. Not even women. Because we’ve shared them, traded them, passed them back and forth like drinks on a long night, no emotion
attached.
But Eve?
Nah. That was different. That was the line neither of us could cross without burning the whole damn
thing down. And I’m not in the mood for ash. So, I carefully looked for the best solution.
Eve was mine to punish. She needed to pay for what she did. I don’t give a damn that she’s technically family now, all thanks to her whore of a mother, but it doesn’t erase the fact that she crossed me. And that comes with consequences. Severe ones.
As for my Rolex, I already got it back a few weeks ago. I had people combing every inch of Lanry Side… pawn shops, thrift stores, underground dealers… and it was finally found at a thrift store.
I purchased it back. That watch was way too significant for me to lose. It was the last gift I got from
my mother.
So, Eve was going to be doing a whole lot of searching because she was never going to find it. And she’d be tied to my every whim until I say otherwise.
Getting someone almost as identical as Eve was tough. A girl like that doesn’t have many duplicates. But who would have known that her cousin, Irene, would be so identical to her in more ways than
one? Even though she had to wear contact lenses the color of Eve’s eyes just so Kyrie doesn’t wonder why her eyes were different from what he saw that night.
I had to take it a step further by temporarily changing Irene’s name to Jessa and also obtaining the exact perfume Eve was wearing that night. Although I had already guessed the brand, being a perfume enthusiast, I got confirmation from Eve, who was still in my house.
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So, I had Irene doused in it before she walked into Kyrie’s arms.
Perfect.
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Now, everyone was happy, even though Kyrie would kill Cole and everyone involved in this great, grand deception.
“No. We aren’t taking the job,” I said to Karashi, who had been standing there, moping at me while I read Alpha Kester’s proposal.
Fucking bastard. Why should I help him? Such an egocentric fool.
“This is his Luna we are talking about here,” Karashi said, and I lifted my gaze to glare at her.
“She could die for all I care,” I said under my breath, relaxing in my office chair, “Maybe the Moon Goodness is punishing him for fucking and accepting to be mated to his own stepsister.”
you fuck
I stared at the ceiling for a second, then scoffed under my breath. “Tell me, how do
your stepsister to the point of accepting her as your fated mate?” I said nonchalantly. Kester irks me. Everything about him was too wrong.
Kester was filth in formal wear.
He was ME wrapped in a rougher linen. He was a version of me I’d burn if I saw it in the mirror. We’d never ever get along. We were too alike.
If I weren’t Saint Rollins, I’d have been intimidated by that asshole just by the way he looks with those dead eyes of his.
His aura and mine repelled.
“That shouldn’t be your concern,” she said, stepping forward. “This deal is loaded. Look at the numbers again. And Nagel Vale is the target, Saint. Nagel.”
I paused.
Nagel Vale. The monster with a country’s worth of blood on his hands. Every goddamn law enforcement agency has had Nagel on their rader for years now – police, military, navy, airforce, name it!
It would be a big deal being the one to bring such a man to book. But, because this is Kester we are
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talking about, I’ll say a big NO!
“No, Karashi.”
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My new plaything was still lying in one of my rooms, probably still sobbing and refusing to eat and still naïvely hoping she’d get out of here untouched or unhurt.
Perfect.
She didn’t even have the right to want food at this point.
I pushed the door open, and I saw her sleeping. But the moment she noticed my presence, she jerked up, as if I were her nightmare come to life.
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