Giving It to the Bad Guy (Saints and Sinners MC Book 3) by Sam Crescent Page B

rest of the night showing her exactly how she belonged to him.
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    Saint sat in his club with his men. Pea looked ready to kill, Rage was pissed, and just about every single one of his men wanted to slaughter the man that they were waiting for. They were bikers. They killed with ease, and laughed while they did. They worked hard, fucked harder, and they never said sorry. However, no matter how bad they were, they never hurt a woman.
    The whole club knew about Pea and Melissa’s marriage. They had a fucked up relationship, but it worked for them. Saint didn’t know how Pea did it. If a guy looked at his woman, he’d have killed the bastard. From what he knew, Pea had even walked in on Melissa while she’d been fucking another man.
    There hadn’t been any jealousy, and they had been married a long time now.
    Saint took a sip of the whiskey and watched the door. The club whores had been told to leave the main bar, and were waiting for the men in the back.
    “What’s the plan?” Zeus asked.
    “Follow my lead, and you’ll know what the plan is.” Saint eased back, closing his eyes. The tension in the room mounted, and in the few precious seconds he was able to call his own, Saint let his mind wander. He thought about his sister, and his little niece Bluebell. They were his world, but even as he tried to stop, he couldn’t stop her from entering his thoughts. Her red hair, her porcelain skin, and her curves, fuck, her curves had driven him crazy with need. He wouldn’t think of her name. He couldn’t do it.
    “Saint, it’s either me or the club. What’s it going to be?”
    His father had still been alive, and he’d been a Prospect. It was so long ago, nearly ten years now, and he’d walked away from her, and worked for the club. She had been the only woman he ever loved, but she’d seen what it was doing to him. Rubbing his eyes, he contained his annoyance as he heard the car driving into the parking lot.
    Opening his eyes, he took another sip of his whiskey, and waited.
    Ralf drinking heavily near the bar drew his attention, and he frowned. Saint didn’t like the spiral that Ralf was going down. He wasn’t the same guy he remembered, and there was just something off about him. For the first time with Ralf, he didn’t trust him.
    Making a note to talk to him, Saint brought his focus back to the main door. Councilman Wallace entered the club looking all smug. Even as he looked around the clubroom, he still continued to look smug as fuck.
    Sipping at his whiskey, Saint stared at the man who’d hurt a woman.
    “Wallace,” Saint said. “Take a seat.”
    “This makes a refreshing change, Saint, being invited to the clubhouse. You usually stop by my office to discuss business.”
    “Yeah, I do. Well, this is not about business.”
    The look on Wallace’s face was priceless. It was like the stupid fucker had just realized that he was in danger. “You said you had some business for me to handle.”
    “I do have some business, but it’s more for me to handle it, and you to fucking listen.” Saint kicked out the table and grabbed the man around the throat, drawing him to his feet. “You see, Wallace, I don’t like women beaters, and I really don’t like fuckers like you that use their fists on our women.” He grabbed his gun out of his pocket and pressed it against the man’s lips.
    “The club is changing you, and you don’t even see it.”
    Saint forced her words to the back of his mind. She had no place here.
    Wallace had no choice but to open his mouth as he pressed the point of the gun into his mouth. “You see, Wallace, you think you can get away with everything. You’ve got a little file on the Saints and Sinners MC, and you think you can beat Melissa into submitting to you. What do you think we’ve got on you?” He nodded at Pea. “It seems to me, Wallace, you’ve got a gambling habit. You’re pretty much broke. People don’t like you, and you like fucking young women, don’t you? I