Sunday Snippets: A clip from Saint's Sinner

 

They took what meant the most to him, but they underestimated what he and his club would go through to retrieve the man he loved.

Going legit didn’t mean going soft. Unfortunately, no one informed the rest of the world of that. Factions within their MC had been pushing buttons for months, wanting to pull the club back into ventures they were better off staying out of. Betrayals had been brought to light and swiftly dealt with. Treaties had been forged that were proving to be particularly lucrative. Business was good. They were even learning the ins and outs of diversifying. It wasn’t as profitable as their previously less than legal pursuits, but it kept the cops off their backs, for the most part, and bodies in the clubhouse rather than behind bars.

So then why was Sinn not at his side where the man belonged?

Well, that’s exactly what they were burning up the road trying to discover.

Along the way, loyalties might be tested, lines would certainly be drawn, and blood was sure to be shed, once they discovered who was behind the mysterious disappearance of the man he’d unwaveringly been drawn to.

And if a certain prospect should happen to prove unbelievably desirable in ways that had nothing to do with the road, well than that was just a bonus to Saint’s way of thinking. He was a man who thrived on pleasure and debauchery. What better place to find both than in the arms of men named Night and Sinn?

“What happened?”

Snarling, Saint turned to see that Night had finally managed to tear himself away from his phone.

“Does it fuckin’ matter,” Saint snarled. “Just clean the shit up and keep your mouth shut until I’m ready to shove my cock in it.”

Night’s eyes widened a fraction before he scurried to do as he was told, though trying to sweep up booze-soaked glass started taking longer than Saint wanted it to almost from the moment the man got started.  By the time he’d finished, Saint was vibrating with fury and pent-up energy and the rest of the club had returned. All thoughts of fucking Night vanished as he shoved Teddy’s phone at his brother.

“I hope you can open this damned thing because your boy has gotten himself into some shit and it better not have anything to do with Sinn.”

“I don’t know his lock code.”

“Fuck!”

“Where is he that you have his phone?”

“Tore off out of here after telling me you hijacked my Tequila.”

“All the tequila is banished until this issue is resolved,” Mark declared, “and before you ask, it’s non-negotiable. We’ve got enough to deal with without you tryin’ to get bloody.”

“Then get his ass back here so he can open it.”

“Already on it,” Mark replied as he tapped away on his phone.

To Saint’s way of thinking, it took far longer than it should have for Teddy to make an appearance and cast a cautious glance between Mark and Saint.

“Open your phone,” Mark barked before Teddy could say anything.

“Why?”

“Because I’m telling you to.”

For a moment, it looked like Teddy was going to refuse to take the phone, let alone comply with the order. It was all taking too long. Saint snarled, moments away from lunging tor the man again, when Teddy finally held his hand out for the phone, then punched in the code once he had it back in his possession. Mark didn’t give him time to do anything else with it before snatching it back.

“Okay, what am I looking for,” Mark asked.

“Text message telling him to bite the bullet and do what he knew he needed to do.”

“Oh my god are you fuckin’ kidding me,” Teddy squawked, reaching for the phone only to have Mark shut that down with a glare.

Instead of saying anything to either of them, he scrolled the thread, frowning as he read through the messages.

“Alright then, who is Junkyard Whore?”

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