Reign (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #3)(10)
“You!” I click my fingers at the guy hanging by the wall. He’s been watching the whole thing go down, but he hasn’t interfered, letting us handle our shit, like a good little soldier.
He walks to my side. “Ms. Tamlin needs to be reminded why the Saints are not to be messed with. Be creative in relaying the message, but I want her alive.” I grin maliciously at her. “We’ll be back to finish up in the morning.”
The bearded dude infuriates me when he casts a glance over my shoulder, looking to Saint to rubber stamp my decision.
My asshole doesn’t let me down though, storming over to the guy, grabbing him by the throat and shoving him into the wall. We walk toward them. “Did my girl not speak clearly enough?” Saint’s eyes rip through the older dude, and he shoves him a couple more times before letting him go.
“Understood, Saint, and it’ll be handled.”
“Don’t tell me,” Saint snaps, cracking his knuckles like he’d love to ram his fist in the jerk’s face. “Tell Harlow.”
“And while you’re at it,” Galen adds, coming up on my other side. “You can apologize for disrespecting her.”
“I’m sorry, Harlow,” the guy says, his cheeks reddening in anger. “You can trust me to carry out your command.”
Taylor laughs, claiming our attention. “Da fuck? You must have some magical pussy, slut. This shit has to be seen to be believed.”
Caz punches her in the face. “What the fuck were you told about spouting that shit?”
But she doesn’t respond, because she’s out cold, and we exit the warehouse, all of us more than ready to head home.
CHAPTER 4
“WHAT DO WE do with her?” Theo asks, when we reach the guy’s barn a half hour later. Someone switched the heating on while we were en route, and it’s toasty warm as we trudge inside. We are all beat and ready to hit the sack.
“Princess.” Saint tosses his keys on the kitchen counter, scrubbing at his prickly jaw. “Your call.”
“I don’t know,” I truthfully admit. “And my brain’s too tired right now. Let me sleep on it.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Saint agrees.
“You two head upstairs,” Theo says, gesturing toward me and Galen. “We’ll grab some supplies and follow you up.”
Galen and I drag our weary bodies up the left-side stairs, gawking at the new addition to the first bedroom. The new bed Theo had delivered is a monster that stretches from one side of the room to the other. It would probably sleep eight, so there’s more than enough room for all of us, but I’m a little worried about an elbow to the ribs during the night, and it seems Galen is on my wavelength.
“I can’t wait to test that bed out,” he says, shooting me a wicked smile. “But I’m likely to kill one of those motherfuckers if they touch me during the night.”
“It can wait,” I agree, taking his hand and pulling him into the second bedroom where a comfy king-sized bed awaits us. “We’ll sleep in here tonight.” I help Galen get undressed first before changing into my sleep shorts and flimsy tank. Then I brush my teeth, comb my hair, pulling it back into a ponytail, and climb into bed beside him.
Saint and Theo appear in the room, carrying a tray loaded with bottles of water, pain meds, additional bandages, and a bowl filled with chopped fruit. “Thanks,” I whisper as Theo sets it down on my bedside table, conscious of the soft snores rumbling from Galen’s chest. He’s already out for the count, and it won’t take long for me to follow him to the Land of Nod.
I lean up on my elbows because the movement isn’t as jarring on my sore ribs, dutifully opening my mouth for Theo to pop a couple pills in. He brings a bottle of water to my lips, tipping the cold liquid into my mouth, washing the pills down. Then Saint feeds me some of the fruit, and I smile at both my guys, my heart swelling with their tender care of me. They each drop soft kisses on my lips, and I could get used to them looking after me.
Caz appears behind them, dressed in a pair of gray sweats that hang loose off his hips, highlighting the defined V-indents I love so much. Saint and Theo pull back, letting Caz in closer. He leans down, planting a firm kiss on my lips. “Liking what you see, babe?” he teases, rubbing his nose against mine.
“Always, dude. Never doubt that,” I say over a yawn.
“Sleep, princess.” Caz tucks the covers around me. “Sweet dreams.” He blows me a kiss as my eyelids flutter, and I’m vaguely aware of them tiptoeing out of the room before my mind shuts down.
I wake the following morning groaning as pain slices my head in two and spears through my ribs. It feels like I’m burning from the inside out, and I hate feeling so weak. Galen is still asleep, his face contorted in pain even in slumber. I press a soft kiss to his cheek before hauling my aching body out of bed and into the shower.
The cool water is a welcome balm to my overheated skin, and I feel a lot better after I’ve dried, freshened up, and changed into fresh pajamas.
Poking my head over the railing in the bedroom, I look down at the main level, but it’s deathly quiet downstairs. The others are obviously still sleeping. I sneak a peek at the bedroom next door, smothering a giggle when I find Saint stretched out in the big bed all by himself. I’m guessing the other two slept in their bedrooms across the other side of the barn.