“They were given a choice at the beginning, and they chose poorly. Sainthood only offers second chances where it’s warranted,” Theo says as we head toward the main entrance.
“And it would never be warranted in their case,” Galen says.
“Finn didn’t have the balls to negotiate himself,” Saint adds. “Fucking pussy. And he made another mistake trusting his girl because she’s had her own agenda all along.”
“Let me guess,” I say, pursing my lips. “She offered up the meth house and herself?”
Galen smirks, confirming it. “They both reek of desperation.”
“And The Sainthood doesn’t do desperation,” Saint adds.
“So, you used them, they’ve just found out, and now, they’re pissed,” I surmise. Saint nods.
“I don’t get why they came after Sariah though,” Galen muses.
“Maybe, they found out about your little crush on her,” Caz jokes, but it falls on deaf ears.
I send him a withering look. “My bestie just paid the price for your actions, and you think it’s okay to joke about it?”
He has the decency to look sheepish as he tugs on his lip ring. “I was trying to lighten the tension. I meant no disrespect, Lo. Sariah’s cool.”
“I have an idea,” Saint says, opening the double doors and pulling me outside onto the top step. “We’ll set it up after we drop you off at the hospital.”
“I want in,” I say, walking down the steps. “This is my revenge as much as it’s yours.”
Saint stares at me. “We wouldn’t dream of cutting you out.”
“I want to end her,” I caution as we approach his Land Rover.
“Agreed.” He pulls me over to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for me. “Now, get your sexy ass in the car, and let us put things in motion.”
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I spend therest of the evening and most of the night at the hospital, waiting to talk to Sariah. But she’s in a coma, and no one can tell if or when she’ll come out of it. I share a taxi with Emmett when visiting hours end and we’re forced to leave. Sean and Lorna, Sar’s grandma, are with her, and I take some comfort from the fact she’s not alone. Emmett wraps his arms around me in the back seat of the car, and I lean my head on his shoulder, consumed with worry for my best friend.
It’s quiet when I return to the house, and I wonder if Mom and Neo have left for their weekend yet. They weren’t around this morning, but sometimes, Mom leaves for work early, and that lazy butthead she’s marrying is known for sleeping in late.
I’m yawning as I walk down the hallway, hunger gnawing at my insides, demanding to be fed. The lights are on in the kitchen, and the four guys are seated around the long dining table, devouring pizza.
All four of them look up at me as I step inside. “You look exhausted,” Theo says, standing and pulling out a chair for me. Caz squeezes my shoulder as he brushes past me.
“How is Sariah?” Saint asks.
I drop down onto the chair. “She’s in a coma.”
The guys emit a litany of cusses. Saint pulls me over onto his lap, circling his arms around me. I’m too tired, and too scared to fight it, so I curl into him, letting him comfort me.
“You should eat.” Galen slides a plate in front of me with two slices of pepperoni pizza on it.
Caz hands me a bottle of water before distributing beers to his friends.
“Did you make any plans?” I ask, uncapping the water and sipping it.
“We have everything set up,” Saint confirms, running his hand up and down my side. “We’re going to a club down by the docks in Fenton tomorrow night.”
“Why? And don’t attempt to hold back. I need to know everything.”
Caz’s lips kick up at the corners. Galen eyes me curiously while drinking his beer. Theo is watching my every move, his eyes radiating concern.
