Shaking my head, I grabbed my wallet off the bedside table and walked out of the house, locking it behind me. I turned and froze.

“Kid, look who’s here,” Boom yelled.

Saint stood next to Boom and Wendy, smiling.

Cunt of a motherfucking whore.

Boom slapped Saint on the back. “He’s come to grab your help with some shit, so we’ll leave you to it.”

“But…,” I called loudly and then caught myself. “Didn’t you want me to come to the compound?”

Boom laughed. “Don’t worry about it. It’s good to help a brother out. Come on, Wendy, let’s jet.”

“Later, boys. Behave yourselves.” Wendy waved with a soft smile.

Saint chuckled. “We’ll try to, Wendy, but you just never know what we’ll get up to.”

Wendy giggled. “Oh, you, always a teaser.”

Saint winked. I stayed where I was and knew I was out of options to get away from the man. Unless I ran inside and barred myself in there; if only it didn’t make me look like a pussy, I would have done that. Instead, I didn’t move and waved Wendy and Boom off when they left.

“So,” Saint drew out, and I noticed then that he wore just boots, jeans, and a tee. He didn’t have his club vest on. I wouldn’t get mine until I was a full member, but Saint always wore his. Why wasn’t he now? He continued with “You were goin’ to the compound?”

“No,” I lied, even though Boom just said as much.

Saint laughed. “It was lucky I showed up a bit early.” He started for the street where his car was parked. “Well, come on,” he called.

“I’m not feelin’ the best,” I lied once more.

Saint rolled his eyes, walked back to me, and grabbed my hand and pulled me along after him. “Don’t know why you’re tryin’ to get out of this. It’ll be fun.”

Fun?

Sex… I meant, head jobs were fun?

Well, I supposed they were, but I would have said pleasurable.

He opened the passenger door, guided me in with his hand to my back, and then shut the door. I watched him make his way around the front and noticed I wasn’t putting up too much of a fight. I blamed the threat he offered earlier. At least, that was what I was telling myself.

I bounced my knee up and down as he climbed in the car and started it. He glanced down at my leg, and I stilled it.

Reaching back, I dragged my seat belt around me and clicked it in, and then, a smiling Saint started to drive. My gut played up a storm. I worried I would either fart, shit, or vomit. None would be good.

Glancing to the man next to me, I noticed he tapped some fingers on the steering wheel to the music playing on the radio. He looked calm and collected. I couldn’t work the guy out. I’d always thought he was set on his life of the club, businesses, and then the women he picked through to fuck.