She ran from everything. He was the last man 
she should have trusted.

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He doesn't do passengers. He doesn't do attachments. Then she got on his bike.

"Lord, please, please," I beg, panting for air. 

"I wanna look at you."

"My little girl always gets what she needs," Lord growls. 

All at once, he flips me over onto my back and 

yanks the blindfold off of my face.

I open my eyes wide and drink in the sight of him. His long brown hair is falling into his face, and his dark, narrow eyes are staring into my very soul. He's taken off his shirt, and if my wrists weren't handcuffed, I'd be running hands all over his tattoos...

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Saint:

Tonight, I was slapped with the news that our biggest shipment - a shipment worth. $1.2 million - has been hijacked by some pansy-ass club still fucking around in the minor leagues. Apparently, some loud-mouth chick wanted to prove herself at my. expense.

 

She really had no idea who she was messing with.

 

Because they might call me Saint, but I'm all sinner.

Faith:

We had weathered plenty of storms. Through thick and thin, me and Saint have stuck together. We learned early on that we made far better business partners than actual partners. Emotions have this way of making things messy and in our line of work, having your head up in the clouds is a good way to get yourself killed. 

 

So, as much as I want to jump on Saint and ride him all night long, I’ve settled for being his den mother. I keep his motley crew of boys in line and well-fed. More than that, Saint knows he can count on me – for anything. 

 

Which means, when suspicions rise that there’s a mole amongst our ranks, Saint turns to me. And I was more than happy to point him in the right direction. 

 

Because no one messes with the Wicked Kings. No one. 

Tonight, I was slapped with the news that our biggest shipment - a shipment worth. $1.2 million - has been hijacked by some pansy-ass club still fucking around in the minor leagues. Apparently, some loud-mouth chick wanted to prove herself at my. expense.

 

She really had no idea who she was messing with.

 

Because they might call me Saint, but I'm all sinner.

Faith:

We had weathered plenty of storms. Through thick and thin, me and Saint have stuck together. We learned early on that we made far better business partners than actual partners. Emotions have this way of making things messy and in our line of work, having your head up in the clouds is a good way to get yourself killed. 

 

So, as much as I want to jump on Saint and ride him all night long, I’ve settled for being his den mother. I keep his motley crew of boys in line and well-fed. More than that, Saint knows he can count on me – for anything. 

 

Which means, when suspicions rise that there’s a mole amongst our ranks, Saint turns to me. And I was more than happy to point him in the right direction. 

 

Because no one messes with the Wicked Kings. No one. 

They run the club together. 
They just don’t touch.

Sometimes, shit hits the fan. Sometimes, shit really hits the fan.

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Loyalty. Power. And a line they were never meant to cross.

Saint:

 

Tonight, I was slapped with the news that our biggest shipment - a shipment worth. $1.2 million - has been hijacked by some pansy-ass club still fucking around in the minor leagues. Apparently, some loud-mouth chick wanted to prove herself at my. expense.

 

She really had no idea who she was messing with.

 

Because they might call me Saint, but I'm all sinner.

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Faith:

 

We had weathered plenty of storms. Through thick and thin, me and Saint have stuck together. We learned early on that we made far better business partners than actual partners. Emotions have this way of making things messy and in our line of work, having your head up in the clouds is a good way to get yourself killed. 

 

So, as much as I want to jump on Saint and ride him all night long, I’ve settled for being his den mother. I keep his motley crew of boys in line and well-fed. More than that, Saint knows he can count on me – for anything. 

 

Which means, when suspicions rise that there’s a mole amongst our ranks, Saint turns to me. And I was more than happy to point him in the right direction. 

 

Because no one messes with the Wicked Kings. No one. 

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