9. Saint
CHAPTER 9
Saint
We picked up the bike without any further drama. It’s a little beat up, but it runs. I used the keys to start it when we were on the road, as they were still in the ignition, and rode it up onto the back of the truck. In hindsight, we didn’t need the truck, but we didn’t know that at the time. Besides, it starting is very different to it being ride-worthy, and the last thing we need is one of us coming off on the road as well.
Back on campus, Zane and I wheel the bike off the back of the truck and park it in the spot Vani had it before she left. We thank the guy driving the truck, and he leaves us to it.
Movement comes to my right, and my twin emerges from the dark.
I narrow my eyes. “What are you doing here, Lex? You should be with Vani.”
He shrugs. “She threw me out.”
“What? Why?”
He folds his lips and his nostrils flare. “No idea. She just went nuts on me.”
I can tell when my brother is lying. “What happened?”
His voice rises a pitch. “Nothing.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Lex. I’m your twin. I know when you’re lying.”
He lets out a sigh that comes from deep in his lungs. “Okay, I might have fucked her in the shower, and then she lost it on me and threw me out.”
“You fucked her in the shower? She’s injured! You could have hurt her.”
He throws a hand toward Zane. “Well, he got her to give him a blow job while we were dealing with the Preachers.”
Anger flares through me, and I spin to face Zane. “What the fuck, Zane?”
He gives a nonchalant shrug.
Not wanting to take on the man mountain that is Zane, I take the coward’s way and focus my anger on my brother and get in his face. “You asshole. You were supposed to be watching her, and now she’s all alone. What if something else happens to her, huh? What if the fucking Preachers try to break into her room and snatch her again?”
“That’s not going to happen. They were fucking with us, not her.”
“Yeah, and they can do the same again. What if she falls unconscious and doesn’t wake up? No one will know about it.”
Lex glares at me. “What the fuck was I supposed to do while she was crying and yelling at me to leave? Pin her to the bed and put my hand over her mouth?”
“How about if you hadn’t screwed her in the first place so she wouldn’t have had a reason to throw you out? You could have just been a decent human being for once in your life, and tucked her in bed, and kissed her forehead goodnight, and sat and watched her sleep. But oh, no, you had to get your dick wet.”
“I was going to wash her hair,” he murmurs.
I snort laughter. “Yeah, like when we offer to give a girl a massage, that’s all we plan on doing. You just wanted to get her wet and soapy, and then slip her your cock.”
“You’d have done the same,” he throws back at me, “especially when I found out she’d been sucking on Zane’s monster dick.”
We both turn our attention to Zane again. He palms the back of his neck, not meeting either of us in the eye. I can’t believe that while I had a gun shoved between my lips, Zane was getting his cock sucked by Vani. I was the one who should have been given the blow job, considering I was the one who found her. Fucking Zane did nothing!
“You’re an asshole, too, Zane. I don’t give a fuck that you can’t speak. It doesn’t mean you get special treatment.”
I grind my teeth and clench my fists, refusing to give in to the urge to punch both of them in the face.
I check the time. There’s no way Vani won’t be asleep now. She must be exhausted, especially after getting all that action straight after coming off her bike. She’ll be dead to the world.
Her bike is back now, and I hope she’ll be happy with me for returning it to her. I know how much she loves that bike. It’s like an extension of her.
“I’m going to bed,” I tell the other two. “I don’t want to be around either of you right now.”
“Don’t sulk, Saint,” Lex says.
I point in his face. “Don’t push me, brother. Not where she is concerned.”
Will Vani come between us? I don’t want that, and I’m sure neither do the other Vipers, but I can’t help being jealous that they got to spend that time with her, when I was the one who put my life on the line to save her. Okay, maybe some of what happened with the Preachers was my fault—I know I’m hot- headed and can antagonize people—but I was still the one who found her.
But right now, I know where she is. Safely tucked up in bed. I’ve also got the keys to her bike in my pocket, and, though she won’t have given it another thought, there’s the spare key to her room on the keychain.
Zane hadn’t noticed the extra key either, and he hasn’t said anything. Maybe it’s wrong of me not to tell the others, but they had their moment with her. I should get the same, even if she won’t know about it.
I navigate the stairs and hallways until I find myself outside of her room. Pressing my ear to the wood, I listen for any sign Vani might still be awake—music playing or the shower running. There’s nothing. I quickly glance to my left and right, ensuring I’m alone, and then use the spare key on her bike’s keychain to unlock the door. I crack it open and pause, waiting for a cry of alarm, but there is none, and the room beyond is in darkness.
Moving quietly, I slip through the gap and gently close the door behind me.
I stand in the dark, waiting, watching.
Only Vani’s soft breathing comes from the bed. It’s deep and even and gives me no cause for concern.
My eyes gradually get used to the darkness, and I assess where I’ll position myself. I don’t want her sensing me and waking up and turning on the light. But if she does, I want to have enough time to hide.
I consider what I need and decide on the corner of the room, beside the thick, floor-length drapes that are pulled across the window. I pick up the chair that’s positioned at Vani’s desk and lift it into the spot I’ve picked, then sit my ass down and proceed to watch over her as she sleeps.