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Authors: Sam Crescent
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“Gentlemen, I take it this couldn’t have waited for another day.”
Saint didn’t say anything as he stepped off the elevator. He stared at Simon and didn’t like him. This man hit women, he hurt them, and he did it without care. Rage had found some of the women Simon liked to batter around. Once he finished with them, they were turned out in the street.
“Let me guess, is this where you tell me to be nice and quiet and give Natasha her divorce?”
Following Saint’s lead, none of his men spoke.
“I always knew there was someone else.” Simon laughed. “It’s you, isn’t it?”
Saint stared at the man, looking him up and down. “You’re going to give her a divorce.”
“You really think I am?” Simon patted his lip and smirked. “No, I’m not. So, seeing as you’re the guy from her past, the one her father was always crazy about, did she just lie there and take it?”
“Oh, he did not go there,” Rage said.
“This guy is looking for a fight.”
Saint ignored his men and stared at Simon, focusing on him.
“I just figured she was frigid. You know how some women can be. She had a nice tight pussy though. I loved it when she had a little fight in her, when she didn’t want it—”
Saint had heard enough. Reaching out, he grabbed Simon by his jacket, and slammed him up against the wall. “You really don’t want to be talking about shit you’ve done with Nat.”
“You can’t do this.”
“I don’t see anyone wanting to defend you. You’re on your own, asshole.” Saint pulled him away, and launched him across the room several feet. “Simon, we don’t know each other. I’m Saint, the Prez of the Saint and Sinners MC. I don’t take orders. I give them out. You’re telling me that you raped your own wife!”
Bending over the man, he saw the coward that Simon was.
“Low, fucking scum, and we’re supposed to look up to lawyers? They’re the problem with the world. End him, Saint,” Pea said.
Grabbing Simon’s hair, Saint pulled him up to his feet, and then slammed his fist into Simon’s face for good measure.
Saint was never one to fight dirty, so he kept picking Simon up, and gaining his attention. The desire to snap his neck was so damn strong. Instead, he kept hitting him until he knew he had to stop.
“You’re going to divorce Natasha, and you’re going to do it without causing a problem. She doesn’t want you.”
“Why should I?” Simon asked.
“Besides the ass kicking you’re going to get?” Rage asked.
“I’m going to be very clear,” Saint said, pulling a pistol out of his back pocket. “You’re not the first guy I’ve killed.” He opened the barrel to let him know that it was fully loaded, and pressed the nozzle against his forehead. Simon winced and tried to back away. Blood dripped from his nose, and bruises began to appear on his face. The dark place encompassed Saint, and he was able to focus on the man that was the problem. Everything fell away. Natasha’s face, the memory of his parents, even the love he had for Elena. It all faded to nothing as he stared at the man that needed to go.
“You’re going to get put away for this,” Simon said.
“Yeah, you and me both.”
“I don’t—”
“Cut the crap, Simon. I’ve got enough evidence to have you locked away. You get off on blackmailing women. Humiliating them so they have no choice but to make sure the case swings your way. As you know, proof is everywhere, you just got to find it. You send me down, I’ll take you down with me.” He ran the tip of the gun all around Simon’s face before thrusting it into his mouth. “I’d happily kill you right now, but that’s not going to solve my problems. Do you want to die, Simon?”
“No!”
Saint paused, pressing his finger a little, and Simon started to scream, to beg, and he pissed himself. From the stench he may have even shit himself as well. Curling his lip up, Saint wasn’t impressed. “You see, if I go down,
“Gentlemen, I take it this couldn’t have waited for another day.”
Saint didn’t say anything as he stepped off the elevator. He stared at Simon and didn’t like him. This man hit women, he hurt them, and he did it without care. Rage had found some of the women Simon liked to batter around. Once he finished with them, they were turned out in the street.
“Let me guess, is this where you tell me to be nice and quiet and give Natasha her divorce?”
Following Saint’s lead, none of his men spoke.
“I always knew there was someone else.” Simon laughed. “It’s you, isn’t it?”
Saint stared at the man, looking him up and down. “You’re going to give her a divorce.”
“You really think I am?” Simon patted his lip and smirked. “No, I’m not. So, seeing as you’re the guy from her past, the one her father was always crazy about, did she just lie there and take it?”
“Oh, he did not go there,” Rage said.
“This guy is looking for a fight.”
Saint ignored his men and stared at Simon, focusing on him.
“I just figured she was frigid. You know how some women can be. She had a nice tight pussy though. I loved it when she had a little fight in her, when she didn’t want it—”
Saint had heard enough. Reaching out, he grabbed Simon by his jacket, and slammed him up against the wall. “You really don’t want to be talking about shit you’ve done with Nat.”
“You can’t do this.”
“I don’t see anyone wanting to defend you. You’re on your own, asshole.” Saint pulled him away, and launched him across the room several feet. “Simon, we don’t know each other. I’m Saint, the Prez of the Saint and Sinners MC. I don’t take orders. I give them out. You’re telling me that you raped your own wife!”
Bending over the man, he saw the coward that Simon was.
“Low, fucking scum, and we’re supposed to look up to lawyers? They’re the problem with the world. End him, Saint,” Pea said.
Grabbing Simon’s hair, Saint pulled him up to his feet, and then slammed his fist into Simon’s face for good measure.
Saint was never one to fight dirty, so he kept picking Simon up, and gaining his attention. The desire to snap his neck was so damn strong. Instead, he kept hitting him until he knew he had to stop.
“You’re going to divorce Natasha, and you’re going to do it without causing a problem. She doesn’t want you.”
“Why should I?” Simon asked.
“Besides the ass kicking you’re going to get?” Rage asked.
“I’m going to be very clear,” Saint said, pulling a pistol out of his back pocket. “You’re not the first guy I’ve killed.” He opened the barrel to let him know that it was fully loaded, and pressed the nozzle against his forehead. Simon winced and tried to back away. Blood dripped from his nose, and bruises began to appear on his face. The dark place encompassed Saint, and he was able to focus on the man that was the problem. Everything fell away. Natasha’s face, the memory of his parents, even the love he had for Elena. It all faded to nothing as he stared at the man that needed to go.
“You’re going to get put away for this,” Simon said.
“Yeah, you and me both.”
“I don’t—”
“Cut the crap, Simon. I’ve got enough evidence to have you locked away. You get off on blackmailing women. Humiliating them so they have no choice but to make sure the case swings your way. As you know, proof is everywhere, you just got to find it. You send me down, I’ll take you down with me.” He ran the tip of the gun all around Simon’s face before thrusting it into his mouth. “I’d happily kill you right now, but that’s not going to solve my problems. Do you want to die, Simon?”
“No!”
Saint paused, pressing his finger a little, and Simon started to scream, to beg, and he pissed himself. From the stench he may have even shit himself as well. Curling his lip up, Saint wasn’t impressed. “You see, if I go down,
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