Page 115 of Hostile Saint

Vice’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Prez, I’d like to move you out now.” He peered out one of the windows on the garage door. “Not wait for Diesel. I’m not liking the sitting duck sensation.”

I didn’t even see Dagger retrieve his gun, but he was palming it. “I second that. The people who killed him most likely know of these houses.”

My new family, in danger, because of me.

Being told I was nothing better than a pile of shit my whole life, I definitely didn’t feel worthy of all the sacrifices that were presently being made because of me. “Lynx, maybe if you leave me here—”

That man wasn’t interested in me being willing to sacrifice myself to save them and Lacey. With tense arms, he had a gun pointed toward the ground and the other pushing my shoulder to spin me around. Then, his firm grip took hold of the back of my neck.

Guiding me through the door and back into the house, he snarled, “This is no longer only about you and Lacey.” Vice was ahead of us, Dagger behind, both on high alert as we crossed the front living room. “These fuckers just made a huge mistake. They may worship the devil, but what they don’t know is, the devil bows down to me.”

At the front door, Vice held the doorknob while scanning the yard and street. “Prez, you’re giving me another chub.”

“Kid, let go of any guilt you got kickin’.” In military style, Dagger positioned himself at the front window, inspecting our surroundings. “The stampede that’s about to take place ain’t on you.” He nodded to Vice. “Clear.”

Vice opened the door.

Refusing to let me go, Lynx guided me forward. Guns were held by their thighs to be not quite so noticeable as we crossed the front yard. It was no longer raining, but the ground sloshed under my shoes as Lynx spoke near my ear. “Fuck with one Stallion, you fuck with the herd. Remember how you heard dragons?”

Holding the urn tight, I nodded.

“Well, dragons breathe fucking fire. Time for our new enemies to burn.”

I guess Lynx was already breathing fire because the heat from his rage was radiating like my back was too close to the sun.

I guess Charlie could feel the heat coming toward him, too, because he started to bark. Not wanting to gain attention from any neighbors that may have been home, I held a finger to my lips. Shockingly, that smart dog stopped barking. He was anxious; I could tell by his body language and the way he was moving his head left to right, wanting out of the vehicle and by my side, but he took my order without vocal complaints.

Still walking briskly, Lynx quietly said from behind me, “Get in and slide over.”

Crossing the street, I pointed to Charlie, then motioned for him to jump into the back.

Without delay, he hopped over the back of the seat, only to speedily turn and put me in his line of sight again.

As soon as I was to the SUV, I quickly opened the door and slid across the seat. Lynx followed me in and shut his door. Two other doors shut right after his. Vice had the engine running and the vehicle moving in no time.

Dagger calmly, but very focused, said, “Diesel isn’t far from us.”

Diesel must have been waiting somewhere close by. It had barely been a minute.

When I went to look behind us, to make sure no one was following, Lynx backhanded the side of my thigh. “Never let them see you sweat.”

That’s when I finally noticed Vice heavily using his rearview and side mirrors. Dagger was studying his side mirror but also scanning all that lay in front of us. Lynx’s head wasn’t moving much, but his eyes were traveling about swiftly as we raced down roads.

I couldn’t help it. I tapped on my phone to see Lacey in her room, still at her desk.

Turning onto a four-lane highway, Dagger looked to his phone. “Huh, Diesel said he found some friends.”

“Motherfuckers,” rumbled Vice as he stared into his rearview mirror. His words may have been aggressive, but his huge smile and body showed nothing of the sort.

Also glancing at the rearview mirror, Lynx smirked. “Speaking of the herd.”

That’s when I finally heard dragons roaring. Getting louder and louder…

Lynx never looked over his shoulder. He just sat there, grinning.

Dagger beamed as he gazed over at Lynx. “She has a snout as strong as yours. I swear it.”

Lynx exhaled, looking out his passenger window, saying, “Thank fuck,” as bikes started catching up. One of the leading ones on our left had jet black hair blowing in the wind.