Meet the Characters:
Saint, the man that fought valiantly for his country as a medic and has the scars to prove it. Day in and day out, he saved lives and lost lives but not without consequences. After opening his clinic, he has a renewed purpose, and he thought that was enough. But when Elizabeth (Izzy) Malcolm, saves his brother’s life and takes a bullet to save him, she becomes the reason to hope for more.
Izzy dreams about Saint, but unfortunately, he sees her as a little sister, or so she thinks. It’s not until another man takes an interest that the real Saint comes to claim her. It seems that her sweet nature attracts the attention of a determined co-worker, threatening her career.
Saint needs Izzy to complete his world but can he keep her safe from the deranged co-worker?
Feel the Passion:
“Get your hand off her.” Saint’s low, gruff, menacing tone vibrates through the restaurant, causing the patrons to jerk their heads up from their meals and direct their attention to the huge biker with eyes of steel. He stands tall, with his fists on his hips and his gaze locked on Edward’s hand. In a jerking motion, Edward removes his hand and pushes his chair back from the table, putting distance between the two of us.
I’m in utter and complete shock, my mouth gaping. My hands are locked in my lap while Saint struts across the room, veering directly for our table. His expression is none too pleasant.
When Saint reaches our table, he points at Edward’s chest. “You gotta go.”
At first, Edward simply looks up, completely bewildered by whatever the heck is happening. He jolts in his seat when Saint barks out, “Now.” Edward looks at me, conflicted. I can see that he wants to do the right thing and protect me, but I can also see the fear in his face. He looks from me to Saint and back again several times.
“I’ll be fine, Edward. I’ll make my way home and call you later.” I give him the out he’s looking for, and that’s obvious by his quick exit, leaving me watching as he bolts out the door. The entire table rattles as Saint shifts his chair closer to mine.
“Izzy.” His voice rumbles, and immediately, my body starts to betray me. My palms are becoming sweaty, and nervously, I bite my lower lip. Saint runs his finger over my lips, “Don’t do that. You’re going to make yourself bleed.” I stop, never taking my eyes from his. There’s silence, and the longer it goes on, the more nervous I get. What the hell is he doing here?
I find my ability to talk. “Why are you here?” I don’t dare allow myself to hope. I’m barely breathing as his fingertips caress my cheek.
“You know.”
Leaves you wanting more:
I finally spot Izzy again. This time, she’s in the corner, and some guy is in her space smiling at her, and she’s giggling like he’s told her a funny story. This guy reaches out and plays with her hair, and I fucking lose it. I’m about to tear over there and rip his hand off when Guard drags me back by the arm, out the back of the building into the common parking lot for the strip.
“What the fuck?” I shout, shaking free of his hold.
“I’m stopping you from doing something so utterly stupid that you may not be able to fix it,” he says.
“What?!” I’m fucking pissed and glaring at Guard, wanting to punch him in the face.
“Unless you’re about to put your cards on the table and own up to the feelings you have for Izzy, you don’t get to make the call as to who she talks to. She’s already protected by Satan’s Pride. She was in the minute she risked her life for Demon and Sofia. You need to sort out your head. It may be an innocent conversation between two people in there. You don’t know what the fuck was happening, and you’re about to go off half-cocked and do something stupid,” Guard says sternly, blocking the doorway when I try to move past. “Stop and think.”
“He’s touching her,” I grunt, grinding my jaw and baring my teeth.
“Is she yours?” Guard asks.
“I can’t have her.” I run a hand over my head. It feels like it’s going to explode.
“You can. You choose not to.”
“I can’t. You know what I am.”
“Yeah. A good man dedicated to saving lives. Doesn’t matter who they are, if you can save a life, you do.” His eyes never leave mine.
“I need things a certain way. You know it.”
“We all need control in our way. Some more, some less. But every single one of Satan’s Pride has a need to assert control. Orion pushed Vi away hard and almost lost his chance at a family. Demon almost lost his soul. War needs to protect more than he needs air since the loss of his family. And you know Risk’s story. How are you any different? They all managed to make it work.” Guard uses that calmness he has, that soothing tone.
“Mine’s worse,” I bite out, remembering the violence, the loss.
“Why?”
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