Page 92 of Hostile Saint

Lynx jostled me, standing me slightly in front of him, having me face the Redemption’s Prez. “This is my boy, Saint.”

If I wasn’t already accustomed to the intimidating appearance of some of these men, Diesel would have had me wanting more space between us. His piercing deep-set blue eyes were scanning me like a hawk searching his opponent as he lifted his chin. “Saint. I’m Diesel.”

Gulp. I reached out my hand. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

Shaking my hand, he studied. “The wolf in training.”

“No disrespect, sir, but I prefer to be a Stallion.”

Silence…

Then… laughter erupted!

Vice, still laughing, came to us with his arm around the neck of some wild looking man with red hair named Scorch. He was introduced as Redemption Ryder’s Enforcer. The two Enforcers were clearly two scary peas in a very large pod.

Vice told Lynx, “Prez, let’s roll over to the local clubhouse. They’re having a party and I could use—”

“Didn’t you just tap that waitress?” Lynx stood there with a daring smirk.

‘Scorch’ instantly started wrestling his match. “Oh, I see how it is!”

As surrounding men casually moved out of the way for the bulls to properly tussle, Diesel kept chuckling while watching them. “Overgrown fucking kids.” He asked Lynx, “How about it? Club bound?”

Not in a convincing, nonchalant manner, Lynx shook his head. “Nah, the kid was sleeping on the way home. Gotta get him to bed.”

As if Lynx had just spoken in a foreign language, Diesel blinked. “The fuck?” Then he stared at my VP. “Can you explain the el word-oes he just spewed?”

Arms crossed, Dagger tapped his chin. “How do I explain this? Hmmm… My Prez is suffering from a rare—and very confusing—condition called ‘I’ve misplaced my balls and have grown tits’.”

“Ah, shit,” grumbled his blood brother—Diesel. “I’ve heard of this disease. I’ve been told, if not treated, it develops into ‘I once was a badass but now need tampons’.”

As if practically hopeless, Dagger shrugged. “Beware, I’ve heard it’s contagious.”

I smiled as most of the other bikers suddenly ran to their dragons.

Laughing, Lynx yelled at them, “Fine! Go get your dicks wet! But I’m not cooking any of you breakfast in the morning.”

Their reply?

Engines roared to life, rattling neighboring windows.

As the bikes tore down the street, I said, “I guess it’s just two Prezes, a VP, and a Saint.”

“Fuck it.” The new Prez in my life threw his heavy arm over my shoulders and walked us toward the garage. “I ain’t el scared-o. I drink too much Tequila to catch shit.”

“Sell Saint’s houses out from underneath the bastards,” eagerly recommended Diesel as he took a bite of our delivered pizza. I couldn’t help but notice a tattoo on his right hand that read Will find you. Observing the powerful man, I knew I’d put my money, once I had some, on him finding who he was looking for.

The Redemption Ryder’s Prez had made it sound like hopping over from New Mexico was no big deal, even though it was hours out of their way to head back home to Georgia. Starting to realize how many hours were spent on their dragons, it was becoming easier to understand why these guys did a lot of standing. As if there were no couches or dining room chairs to rest in, the three bikers stood in the kitchen, eating pizza without plates, and had empty shot glasses in front of them on the kitchen counter.

I was on the barstool, which was safest, considering I had already downed three horrid shots of Tequila and was now basically drunk. I didn’t deny the shots because the howls they let out each time I threw one back made me smile every time.

Lynx refilled their empties while saying, “I didn’t want to draw attention until I knew what I was up against.” He grumbled, “Which I’m still trying to figure out.”

Diesel lifted his shot glass. “Sounds like you need to ride to Kansas and do some investigating.” He threw his head back to down his Tequila.

Lynx hissed, shaking his head. “That’s not safe for Pup right now.” He drank his shot, then took another bite of pizza.

The Prez of the Ryders wiped his mouth with the back of his hand while suspiciously observing Lynx. “When exactly will it be safe for him?”