Saint (Soulless Outlaws Motorcycle Club #1)

“I’m goin’ to tell you this one time, and one time only. You’d better go ahead and pray to whatever god you believe in. Cause once I get my hands on you, you won’t be recognizable.” I snarled at the little punk-ass bitch.

The little punk ass bitch who had the audacity to spit in my face because I shoulder-checked him for bumping into a younger boy.

A younger boy whose only misfortune was being born into a family of crackheads who didn’t give a fuck.

Whether it was the look he saw on my face or something else, I couldn’t tell you, but I inwardly smirked when he moved away from me.