Giving It to the Monster (Saints and Sinners MC Book 4)

by Crescent,Sam

  Rage came through the crowd, holding out the leather cut with the name “Road” printed on the back. “Always to remind you of your new name.”

  Men and women rushed toward Liam as he put his new jacket on. This was his life now, the newest member of the club.

  Saint was laughing as he came to join her.

  “That was pretty awesome to watch. You changed his life.”

  “He earned his patch. Took so many beatings over the past couple of years.”

  “Good for you.”

  “He’ll be good for the whole of the club.”

  He placed his arm across her neck, kissing her temple. Closing her eyes, she loved the feel of the club. This was Saint’s kingdom, and he was their king in a strange kind of way.

  “Come on, let’s head home.”

  Climbing on the back of his bike, he still made her wear his helmet, and they took off. She closed her eyes, loving the power of the machine between her thighs, the scent of Saint all around her.

  “When we grow up, I’m going to marry you,” Saint said.

  “Don’t you think we’re a little young to know?” She was thirteen, but she also knew how much she loved Saint. She just loved teasing him, pretending to be unsure. It drove him crazy.

  “I know I love you, and I’ll always take care of you. Fight your battles, love you so much you’ll never look anywhere else.”

  She touched his cheek. “You take the words right out of my mouth.”

  They pulled up outside of their home, and she froze when she saw the police car. Had something happened to Elena? Why were cops at their home? It was their home. Saint showed her the paperwork that meant they both owned the house.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Saint asked.

  “Sorry, sir. We’re here to see Natasha Meyer.”

  “It’s Greenwood. My divorce has been through a long time.”

  “Right, erm, I’m sorry to have to do this, but your ex-husband was found dead three days ago.”

  “Simon?”

  “Yes.”

  “What happened?”

  “We are alerting you as your next of kin. We believe he has been murdered.”

  Three days ago Saint was with her, and they’d all been having a party to celebrate.

  “As his wife, or ex-wife, we were wondering if you knew of any bad blood, or enemies he may have.”

  “He was a criminal lawyer. I’d say he had a lot of them. He never talked about it.” She frowned. “I don’t think I can be much help.”

  “How did he die?” Saint asked, gripping her neck.

  “We found traces of cocaine in his system, and his head had been removed.”

  “What?” Natasha asked.

  “Yes, his head had been removed.”

  “Cops don’t make these kinds of calls,” Saint said.

  The cop smiled, and she looked between the cop and Saint. Something really wasn’t quite right.

  “Just thought you should know, and I’m following procedure. You two have a good night,” he said, turning away, and climbing in his car.

  “Saint, what the hell is going on?” Natasha asked.

  He took hold of her hand, and urged her behind him as he pulled his gun out. Slowly, he opened the door, flicked on the lights, and she saw the dirty footprints before he did. Covering her mouth, she tried to contain her fear as they rounded the corner, and entered the living room.

  There sat a large man, bigger than anything she’d ever seen.

  “Hello, Saint. Why don’t you close the door and take a seat?”

  The man wore a business suit, and he was sitting perfectly still, nothing threatening about him.

  “You can put the gun away. I mean you no harm.”

  “What the fuck is this about, Ricky?” Saint said.

  “Well, it seems we run in small worlds. I had no idea that Simon’s Natasha was your woman.”

  “How do you know me?”

  “I don’t. Simon got himself into a little bit of a pickle. He had gambling debts, and he promised to help out the men I work for by making some difficult evidence disappear. He failed, and as payment, he thought offering up his ex-wife would appease us.”

  “Simon wanted to sell me.”

  “Pretty much. You married a piece of work, Natasha Greenwood.”

  She lowered herself into the chair, shocked. In that moment, she was so happy that Simon was dead.

  “Anyway, it appears that Simon couldn’t handle his debt, so he went to our enemy, sold them the cocaine that we use for our enemies, which brought us back to each other, Saint.”

  “Yes, it does.”

  “Kind of wraps it up in a neat little bow,” Ricky said.

  “Why do I feel a ‘but’ coming on?” Saint asked.

  “Because there is.” Ricky stood. “It seems I will be moving in to Sinners’ Corner. Some problems have come up that require me to be here. Our enemy has decided to lay low, and seeing as we want no war with the Saints and Sinners MC nor do we want an issue with the Hell’s Wolves, we are here to fight our own battles.”

  “You’re moving in?”

  “Yes, so I hope for my own sake, there is some good food to be had.” Ricky nodded at both of them. “Natasha, don’t mourn your ex. He was a piece of shit. Have a good night, both of you.”

  To that, he left them.

  “The cop?” Natasha asked.

  “Working for Ricky. It was an introduction of sorts.”

  “Saint, did I ever tell you, you’ve got the weirdest friends?”

  “They’re not my friends, but I don’t think they’re my enemies either.”

  She let out a breath. “I’m never going to get bored with you, am I?”

  “I hope not.”

  Turning in his arms, she smiled up at him.

  “You’re not running?”

  “I’m not. It would seem I’m a lot stronger than I thought I was,” she said. Going to her tiptoes, she pressed a kiss to his lips. “Take me to bed, Saint.”

  Chapter Ten

  Ricky moved into Sinners’ Corner, and became the talk of the entire town. He seemed to be everywhere, the diner, the club, Dirty Deeds, even in the grocery store. Saint didn’t seem to mind him, and the two got along great. Both clubs had actually welcomed him, and there was a kind of peace settling among everyone.

  “It won’t last,” Sarah said. “Those men love conflict more than anything.”

  Elena sighed. “You spend way too much time watching gangster movies. Ricky is a nice guy. Pipe invited him over for dinner, and he was so sweet with the kids. I’m not going to judge him.”

  “What about you, Nat? Are you going to help me out here?”

  “Right now I’m confused. This is your day off. Both of yours day off, and yet you’re here, working.” Natasha placed her hand on her hip. “What is up with that?”

  “I thought you’d like the help. It’s delivery day,” Elena said.

  “I’ve been given strict instructions from your charming husband not to let you overdo it. You want me to get killed?”

  “No. I don’t want you to get killed.”

  “What then?” Natasha asked. “Don’t you trust me?”

  “No, no, of course not,” Sarah said.

  “Our revenue has gone up in the months that you’ve been working. We’re able to commit to more internet sales, and you’re great company,” Elena said.

  “What is it?” Natasha asked. Thursdays she got the shop to herself. Not that she was complaining of the company. It was nice to have Elena and Sarah with her. Only if they’d been like this every other time, she wouldn’t have been so suspicious.

  “I wanted to talk about Ricky. I heard he was really making Sinners’ Corner his town. Even heard that he visited the library where Prue works.”

  “Prudence Anderson?” Natasha asked.

  “You know her?” Elena asked.

  “I don’t know her. I went to school with her older, bitch of a sister. Prue was always this sweet
little girl. She’s your age, Elena.”

  “I know. I went to school with her, and she still is quiet and shy.”

  “Anyway, you both are changing the subject. Why?”

  The sudden sound of bikes riding into town had them turning toward the windows.

  “This is the reason,” Sarah said.

  Natasha frowned as she made her way out of Dirty Deeds. There had to be at least thirty bikers of the Saints and Sinners MC along with the Hell’s Wolves MC.

  One man stood in the center, and her heart started to pound.

  “Saint?”

  He smiled at her, and Elena gave her a little push. Glaring at her, Natasha made her way toward the man who owned her heart.

  “What’s going on?” she asked, nervous.

  “I think you know,” he said, going down to one knee.

  “Oh my,” she said.

  “Natasha Greenwood, there was only ever one woman I’d ever say this to, and I know you’re her. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, and my old lady?”

  She pressed her hands to her cheeks. Tears filled her eyes, and she nodded her head. Words failed her as she stared at the beautiful diamond ring.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Yes. Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

  “Club and all.”

  “Club, you, even if you were a homeless person I’d still marry you.”

  He got to his feet, slid the ring on her finger, and she threw herself into his arms. Cheers erupted all around them.

  “What made you want to marry me?” she asked, pulling away.

  “Let’s just say I wanted to right a wrong I made in the past.”

  “What was that?”

  “The ring you’re wearing, I was going to give it to you prom night.”

  She stared down at the beautiful ring.

  “You were?”

  “Yes. Then my father told me you wouldn’t say yes anyway. You were already planning to move on.”

  “If I could kill that man again, I would.”

  “I love you, Natasha, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”

  “You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

  Pressing her lips to his, she melted against him, knowing without a doubt she was going to be the happiest woman alive.

  ****

  Melissa clapped her hands as Natasha said yes to Saint, the happiness from the couple beautiful to see.

  “Hey, are you okay?” Penny asked, coming toward her.

  “Yeah. I’m just so happy. They’re a wonderful couple.”

  “That they are.”

  “Is something wrong?” Melissa asked.

  “I wanted to come and talk to you actually,” Penny said, turning toward her. “You’ve been avoiding my calls, and whenever I try to talk to you at the club, you turn and walk away.”

  “I’ve been busy.”

  “Mel, you’ve never ever been too busy for your sister. What is going on?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Rage told me you and Pea are going to make a go of it. What’s wrong? Don’t you want to? Is that it?”

  “No, it’s not. I, erm, I care about Pea, and I’ve thought how wonderful it would be for us to actually try this. You know, have a conventional relationship.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  Melissa stared across the town center, where her man was congratulating Saint and Natasha. Everything was going great between them. The chemistry, the fire, and now she was afraid.

  “What is it, Mel, you’re scaring me?”

  “I think I’m pregnant,” she said with tears in her eyes.

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah, oh. When I married Pea, he didn’t want kids, Penny. I didn’t want kids.” She let out a breath. “I don’t know what to do.”

  Penny pulled her in for a hug. “We’ll take care of it. I promise.”

  Melissa hugged her sister close, wondering if she could take care of it.

  She wanted that baby.

  What if Pea didn’t?

  Was she strong enough to go it alone?

  Epilogue

  Saint and Natasha were married a month after his proposal. Natasha didn’t want to wait, and neither did he. Saint had waited too long to put a ring on her finger, and he wasn’t going to wait much longer.

  Rather than have their honeymoon at home, Saint took her to Australia to bask in the heat, the sun, the ocean, all of it while the rest of the world was freezing for their winter.

  “You know I couldn’t come here for Christmas,” she said, turning onto her stomach.

  “You couldn’t?” he asked, grabbing the sun lotion. “Even with all of the calm, relaxing, peaceful tranquility this place has to offer?”

  She wrinkled her nose.

  “My size sixteen ass is in a bikini because it can’t stand to wear anything else right about now. It’s sweltering, in November.”

  He burst out laughing. “You are never satisfied.”

  “Besides, I was thinking this Christmas, if it’s not at the club, we could put a tree up, decorate it, and I could cook us Christmas dinner with the turkey.”

  “We had turkey for Thanksgiving.”

  “Well maybe some prime rib. Ugh! You irritating man.” She collapsed back down, and he couldn’t stop laughing. “Mom always did lobster and ribs for thanksgiving, and then turkey for Christmas.”

  “Your mom was British, and went to Sinners’ Corner when she was ten years old,” Saint said.

  “So, I want to inherit some of her traditions.”

  “We will, babe, I was only teasing you.” He wouldn’t have it any other way. Thanksgiving and Christmas at the Greenwood family had always been a treat to him, and he’d promised himself that he was going to follow those same traditions.

  “You know my dad loved you, right?”

  “He didn’t.”

  “He did. He loved you because you make me happy, and I’m his little girl.”

  Saint watched as she twirled her ring around her finger. Her mother’s wedding band was now on a chain around her neck. She rarely took it off, and he didn’t mind. It was the only connection she had with her mother, and he appreciated that.

  “So, I was wondering,” he said.

  “Oh dear.”

  “It’s not bad.”

  “Go on, I’m ready.”

  “I was wondering what you think about kids?” Saint asked, rubbing the lotion into her skin. When she was done, Natasha sat up, and pushed him down so that he was on his stomach. She took the lotion from his hand, and squirted it into his back.

  “Maybe I should draw a penis on your back so you sunburn with it on.”

  “Shut up, I’m trying to talk here.”

  “Then talk before I’m tempted to draw a penis, and take a picture.”

  “Kids,” he said.

  “What about them?”

  “I want them. I’ve thought long and hard, and I want them with you.” Saint spun and gripped her hips so she straddled him. “What do you think?”

  Natasha bit her lip, clearly trying to hide her smile. “I think I’ve hidden the condoms, and I would love to be the mother of your children.”

  He sank his fingers into her hair, pulling her close. “Let’s head back to the hotel, and get started.”

  “Lead the way, Prez.”

  Packing up their stuff, he led the way, and for the rest of their two week honeymoon, they didn’t leave the room until she was pregnant.

  The End

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