Reign (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #3)(72)

Galen doesn’t look convinced, and neither am I. But we will worry about that another day.

“Come on.” I let my arms drop to my sides, linking his hand in mine. “Let’s get inside.”

Mom is asleep on the couch, draped in a blanket. Bry is in the kitchen, making coffee. “Nice place,” he says, looking over his shoulder as we enter the space.

“This cabin has been in my dad’s family for generations. The men used it for hunting weekends, and the past few years, I came here every month with my dad to meet my trainer.” I figure there’s not much point concealing the truth from him now.

“No one knows about this place,” Galen adds, coming up behind me. “We expect you to keep its whereabouts to yourself.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Bry promises, handing me a mug of steaming hot coffee. He eyeballs Galen as he passes him a coffee. “You have my word.”

Galen nods. “Good.”

We sit at the table in silence, drinking coffee while waiting for the others to arrive.

Diesel shows up next with his brother Lincoln in tow. “Hey.” Diesel gives me a quick hug at the door.

“Thanks for coming so fast.”

“We’re worried about Giana,” Lincoln says, squeezing my hand as he goes past me.

“He’s pissed,” Diesel says, lowering his voice. “And he feels responsible, because he let her get away.”

“I didn’t pick my stubborn streak off the ground,” I admit. “She wanted to do this, and there’s nothing he could’ve done to stop it.”

“Thank fuck, you did.” Diesel closes the door and we walk inside.

“It was a team effort.”

“I’m aware. I’ve been speaking with Theo. You guys did good.” As we enter the kitchen, he squeezes my shoulders before coming to a dead stop. “Who the fuck are you?” His sharp tone is directed at Bry.

“This is Bryant Eccleston. He’s a friend and fellow initiate.” I drag Diesel over to the table. “Bry, this is my trainer and good friend, Diesel.”

Bry jerks his head in greeting, and the two men eye one another. Over Diesel’s shoulder, I spot Lincoln kneeling in front of Mom, checking her over for injuries. She’s still asleep, but she won’t be for much longer, because as soon as the guys get here, I’m waking her up and demanding answers.





CHAPTER 28


GALEN AND I stand in front of the house as Saint’s Land Rover comes toward us. “I hope we haven’t made a mistake trusting Bryant,” Galen says.

“It’s not like we had much choice,” I admit, folding my arms around myself to ward off the strong minty breeze blowing from the surrounding forest.

Saint pulls the car in behind Diesel’s Land Rover, killing the engine. “I’m changing my car,” Saint growls as he climbs out. He eyes Diesel’s almost identical Land Rover with an evil lens, as if he’d like to set fire to it.

“Same taste in wheels. Same taste in women,” Caz says, grinning as he shuts the car door. “I think you and Granddad were separated at birth.” He slaps Saint on the back, chuckling.

“Fuck off,” Saint snaps. “Unless you’d like to wear your insides on the outside.” He flashes him a manic grin.

“The truth hurts, bruh. You two have more in common, and you know it.” Caz grins right back, stopping to kiss my hair before he wanders into the house.

“Did anyone follow you?” Galen asks, earning a scathing look from Saint.

“Do we look like fucking amateurs to you?” His nostrils flare. “Of course, no one followed us! Sinner was still out for the count when we tossed his psychotic ass on his bed.”

“He’ll be thirsty for our blood tomorrow though,” Theo says, pressing a feather-soft kiss on my cheek before he walks inside.

Saint’s hands ball up at his side, and from his rigid stance, bad mood, and the rage that vibrates from his every cell, I can tell he is pissed as fuck. “He can fucking try. I’ll—”

I crush my lips to his, pushing my tongue inside his mouth, sucking some of the aggression from his psyche as we devour one another. He grabs my ass, pulling me in flush to his body, as our lips assault one another in a melting pot of need and anger. When we pull back, both panting, Galen is nowhere in sight. I trace my hands up Saint’s impressive chest, over his shoulders, linking them behind his neck. “Better, babe?”

“I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he admits, squeezing my ass cheeks. He grazes his nose along the column of my neck. “That would make me better.”

“I’ll let you angry fuck me later,” I promise, closing my eyes momentarily, enjoying the feel of his hands on me.

He bands his arms around me, cradling me protectively to his chest. “Just when I think we’re getting a handle on things, your mom has to go and fuck everything up.”

I exhale heavily. “Yep. Giana has royally screwed us, but it was almost worth it to see Sinner shitting his pants.”

Saint’s chest rumbles with silent laughter. “That was an Oscar-worthy moment for sure.” He nips at my ear, before letting me go. “Let’s get some answers.” He threads his fingers through mine, leading me into the house.

Mom is sitting up on the couch, and everyone has moved into the living room. “It’s peppermint,” Theo says, handing Mom a mug. “It’s the only tea I could find.” Steam billows from the top of her mug, and she buries her nose in the scented clouds.