Page 87 of Hostile Saint

In the midst of wondering if they knew how blessed they were, an image of Lacey, smiling, suddenly formed in my mind. My tongue licked some leftover honey from my bottom lip, wishing it was Lacey’s kiss I was tasting.

“Do you miss that?” asked Lynx from the driver’s seat, gesturing his half-eaten Big Mac past Dagger in the passenger seat and toward the car of teenagers.

I dipped another nugget. “You can’t miss something you’ve never had.”

“Preach on, Pup.” He took another bite of his burger.

“Here, here,” echoed Dagger.

The kids piled out of the car, preparing to run inside the food joint, but jolted to a stop when the driver said, “Check out this car! It’s fucked!” Now, they were all joining together to take a gander at our dented-up rental.

“VP,” grumbled Lynx, “my trigger finger is feelin’ twitchy. Handle this.”

As soon as one of the kids lifted his phone for a photoshoot, I made sure my hoody was properly shielding my face while watching Dagger’s window lower so he could properly glare. “Take that picture and you will have finally stumbled into a situation your rich mommy or daddy can’t buy your way out of.”

Phones lowered and all four kids took a step back.

The driver tried to save-face by saying, “No problem, old man.”

Ooooh fuck.

Dagger’s voice went gravelly. “Oh, there’s a problem. And it’s called I’m a teenage dumb-fuck who can’t see my motherfucking life is in danger.”

I had to force down a laugh when the driver’s three buddies took a step away from him as if announcing they didn’t want to be a part of the ‘problem’.

Water dripped from the driver’s wet hair as he contemplated his next move.

Walk away, dude. These men don’t know how to bluff. Walk away.

Fortunately, the driver was pro-life. Without another word, he and his buddies jogged through the rain and into the food joint.

Taking another bite of sweet chicken, I sighed, “Do you think they know how lucky they are?”

“That I didn’t get out of the car?” teased Dagger.

I chuckled. “Well, that, too, but do you think they appreciate that silver platter?”

“Nah.” Lynx took a sip of his Coke. “Too young and dumb to know the wicked ways of the world.” He eyed over his shoulder. “Do you know how lucky you are?”

I relished the honey in my mouth and grinned. “That is something I do know, Prez.”

Chuckling, Dagger choked on a sip of his beverage. “Fucking love this kid. His past would make those spoiled chumps shit themselves and die, yet he still understands he’s the lucky one.”

Lynx beamed. “Fucking Life Warrior, he is.”

Dagger proudly stated, “A wolf in the making.”

Grabbing my Coke from a drink holder, I asked, “When will this wolf-thing make sense to me?”

Dagger replied, “When you meet my brother, Diesel, the President of the Redemption Ryders.”

Dagger and Lynx lightly howled to the ceiling of the car.

I smirked. “There’s another Daddy Dagger in the world? I’m scared.”

Daddy D tried to punch me but was too big in the little car to maneuver like that. “There is only one Daddy Dagger, thank you very much.”

“Not welcome,” I provoked.