Chapter 7
Saint
like a villain - bad omens
A week we have to devise a fucking plan.
I want it cracked in a day.
The event at the manor was different—we were unexpected guests. This time we’re willingly walking into their fucking hands.
And betrayal holds no wrath like one from family.
I’ve gathered my most trusted in the meeting room, looking at each and every single of them, knowing that these faces, along with the rest of Ultio, are gonna bring the fucking Omnia down once and for all.
An inch closer to cutting the head off the snake.
“I want everybody we have available,” I growl, glaring at Rex and Dawson.
Indie and Regina are seated beside them; Indie looks as detached as ever.
Her face never gives anything away, but her eyes are always easy for me to read, see what her soul’s really screaming.
And it’s on fucking fire.
“Dawson, I want that van resprayed and the plates changed.”
He gives me a curt nod, pulling his phone out to take down a note.
The Kensingtons live in the pits of the Omnia playground, right in the area of Harriston where their playground festers.
We’ll be fucking surrounded by blood suckers, and I need Ultio scattered through the entire area. Not one route out will be untouched by my people, armed and ready to go to a fucking war if needed.
“Do we have something we can send to monitor the house during daylight?” I ask, looking at Rex.
“Sure, we could acquire something.”
We flew a drone over last night to get a rough lay of the land; it’s not discrete enough for during the day.
Barry and Louisa live in a gated community, and like most of Kingstone, their acres of land are surrounded by woodland, enough we can get bodies filtered through to storm the house if need be.
They have private security that man their home’s entrance, just like the gates to get into the community. The latter is something we might have trouble with getting the van through. But knowing Rex and Dawson, they’re fully capable of handling that one.
“We’ll send two teams to camp in the woods the night leading up. I want the first to scour the area, make sure it’s clear and check for any cameras.”
Rex nods, pushing off the desk to get to work. “Got it boss.” He smirks, stomping through the meeting room with Dawson in tow.
Regina whispers something to Indie, and she responds by giving her a genuine smile, then leaving for the door.
She slides her gaze to me, still that cold exterior icing over her form, and those burning blue eyes setting my skin on fire.
“For the next two weeks, I want you working with the guys, learning everything they have to offer,” I say.
She rolls her eyes at me, making my jaw flex. Normally that would drive a man like me to fucking madness. But on her, I secretly fucking love it.
“My own skills got me this far.”
“Indie—”
“God, you’re fucking bossy, aren’t you? I want, I want, rolled off your lips there more times than I could count.”
I couldn’t retract the smile that’s crawling up my face if God willed it of me.
“Are you giving me fucking sass?” I ask, cocking my head to the side, getting a better look at my little wild cat, hackles up and all.
She scoffs, crossing her legs one over the other, and folding her arms in defiance. “Giving you it straight, boss.”
My smile drops. I run my tongue over my teeth as I lean back and grip the desk with my hands. “Get over here.”
That earlier daringness snuffs out like a candle-lit flame, her back straightening ever so slightly as she stares up at me.
I drop my voice dangerously low, so she knows just how serious I am. “Now, Indie.”
My gaze fixates on the pumping of her pulse on the side of her neck, flexing as she works down a swallow.
She rises on shaky legs, stalking cautiously towards the devil as if he’s whispered the benefits of his afterlife. And she wouldn’t be far off.
The moment she gets within my reach, my hand whips out, clutching around her delicate neck as I tug her against me. “You wanna know why I’m like that?”
Her throat works against my grip, the hammering of her pulse vibrating against the pad of my thumb. “Why?”
I lean down, pressing a silk-soft kiss against the vein. “You.”
Indie’s breathing hitches through her words. “What do you mean?”
I tilt back to my full height, cupping both hands around her jaw, staring into her eyes. I want her to see the meaningfulness in each of my words.
“You think I’m gonna put a half-assed plan out there?
Risking your fucking life?” I brush my finger along her eyebrow, straightening out the dip that’s forming as she listens to me.
“You asked me before what my reasons were for all this. It’s you, Indie.
It’s always been fucking you. It might have started out for my mum, but then I witnessed what they did to you.
I’ve worked for six years straight, not missing a fucking day, working out how I could bring those fucks down for the harm they caused you. ”
Her wide eyes search mine, moving at such a pace that if I were to follow them, they’d make me dizzy. Her voice hums low and husky. “Saint—”
“I used to bury myself to silence my mind. I was a walking weapon, too busy in the high pressure of my surroundings, hoping that the sound of the chaos would drown the image of you, but your voice was always louder, even when it whispered.”
Soft, tiny hands grip the material of my bulletproof vest, clutching onto me as if she lets go, the world disappears.
I disappear.
“Then there you were, the missing piece of my soul, catapulting yourself back into my life again. Albeit a little darker, but still the same girl I’m madly fucking in love with.
So if you think for a second I’d take any of this lightly, if I need to talk to my people like shit to make sure nothing happens to you? Then I will.”
I press a harsh kiss to her forehead, dragging in the air mixed with her scent. “Whatever it takes.”
Her eyes flutter shut, squeezing to a point I can tell she’s fighting back the emotions as she whispers, “I know.”
Tilting her chin up with my thumb, I glare down at her. Not through aggression; it’s in a way I want her to feel the truth burning through me.
I’d sacrifice it all, give it all up—my fucking life—if it meant she lived in peace for the rest of hers. “Then don’t question when I throw my authority around.”
The corner of her lips flicker upwards. “You secretly like it when I do.”
My laugh is dark, rumbling within my chest as I look at her.
Really fucking look at her.
The most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Often, I regret forbidding myself from staring at her in my teenage years, because if I did, I’d have greedily had more time with her.
And I’d probably have given this all up.
“You know what I like better? You dropping to your fucking knees to make up for it,” I growl back.
As much as Indie radiates fearlessness, I enjoy nothing more than catching her off guard with my words. Conjuring every emotion available to her in quick succession.
“Don’t make me wait, Indie. I might have been a patient man once upon a time. But having you back has worn it out.” My grip tightens under her chin. “Drop.”
She nervously glances to the side, to the back of the room where the double doors are. “What if someone comes in?”
“Then I’ll scoop their fucking eyes out with my fingers.”
Heat flares behind her eyes, and for once she doesn’t answer me back, seeing as that’s a new part of her personality since I got her back.
She slinks to her knees with a slowness that threatens to destroy the idiom my name refers to. When her knees hit the ground, I tuck the loose strand of hair behind her ears, dragging my zipper down with my free hand.
The restraint against my cock is liberating when I pull it free, fisting it as I watch her greedy eyes flare with impatience, her palms gliding up my jean-clad thighs.
“Open your mouth.”
She does as she’s told, sticking her tongue out.
“Good girl.” I smirk, gliding my cock in her mouth until it’s fully sheathed, her full lips wrapping around.
And then, she sucks me into the back of her throat.
I growl, “Fuck, that mouth, baby. I prefer watching it swallow my dick and stuffing that fucking sass right back down it.”
Those diamond-like eyes glitter with unshed tears under the light. She pulls me all the way out, licking and teasing the head before taking me deeper down her throat, gagging when my hips buck forward.
She picks up the pace, the room filling with her gagging and my groans as I fist her hair tightly in my hands, fucking into her mouth as the wetness eventually teeters over the rims of her eyes.
Fuck, she looks perfect.
My balls tighten when Indie looks up at me, holding my stare through watery lashes. My teeth grind so hard I swear my jaw almost cracks.
And when she wraps her hand around my dick, winking up at me, I can’t contain it any longer. My cum spills down her throat, the veins in my neck spasming as I groan out her name.
She swallows around my head, making my hips flex at the sensation as she greedily laps it all up.
Both panting, I stuff my dick back into my pants, reaching out my hand to help her to her feet. She draws her thumb across her swollen bottom lip. “I’m not considering that as a punishment, hope you know that.”
My chuckle thunders off the walls, my voice still hoarse. “I hope you’re prepared for the scars your knees will bear. Because each time you backchat me, expect the joints to weaken in anticipation for what’s to come.”
I press a tender kiss to her lips, tasting myself on her as our tongues caress off each other, deepening the kiss as she moans into my mouth.
I pull away, giving her a chaste kiss before slapping her ass, striding past her.
She doesn’t follow, and when her voice echoes off the walls, a devilish smirk bestows itself upon me.
“Wait, you’re just gonna leave me here?!” Her last word hitches up at the end, the need evident.
I look over my shoulder at her as I reach the door, one hand pressed against the wood as I open it slightly. “Oh, did you think that was me trying to punish you? Oh no.” I laugh, watching her flushed cheeks deepen as her eyes flare.
Turning to fully face her, I watch her still trying to catch her breath. “I know you’re wound tighter than a coiled spring right now, and I’ll be leaving you like that until I’m ready to deal with it.”
Facing back around, she squeaks from the other side of the room, “Saint!”
I jam the door open, walking backwards as I pull a cigarette from the packet in my back pocket. I’m such a prick, and Indie isn’t excused from that either, only she receives her treatment in a different form.
I wink at her. “Don’t even bother touching yourself, Indie darling. That’s my job.”