Page 104 of Hostile Saint

“Uh,” I started to answer, only to be interrupted by Jewel.

She told the girl, “Do your job and stop hunting for a man.”

The girl snarled. “Damn. You do one VP and now you’re in charge?” She stomped off.

Jewel took a deep breath… then smiled at me. “Would you like anything else to drink? Coffee?”

I did my best not to gag. Coffee was terrible. “Uh, have any orange juice?”

The fourth girl, a little blonde that made me think of Lacey, giggled. “You’re so adorable. I would have guessed you’re a chocolate milk kind of man.”

My eyes widened. “You have chocolate milk?”

She winked. “Want some?”

“Wow. Yeah. That would be awesome.”

From a commercial-sized refrigerator, she pulled out Hershey syrup. My mouth started to instantly water until she said, “Don’t worry, I won’t try to rape you in exchange.”

I jerked and blinked, trying to get rid of sudden images of Lacey on the ground, in the woods, Damien on top of her—

“Hey. Hey.” Male hands had a hold of my shoulders. “Look at me.” I blinked, then sagged when seeing Lynx. “I got you, feel me?”

I exhaled deep relief. “Yes, sir—” I froze when realizing there were many eyes on me; Eagle, Vice, and a couple of other bikers that I had yet to meet.

Sadness crept over me as I started to realize why Lynx didn’t want me at this clubhouse, or other places. I was… different. Man, that felt instantly isolating. Something I knew well. At school, I had always sat by myself in the cafeteria. In the classrooms, I barely spoke.

When with Lacey, none of that mattered. All the loneliness melted away.

The same with Lynx, Dagger, and Vice. So far, they had made me feel normal.

Now, on that stool, I was starting to feel awkward as fuck until… Clink! Clink! Clink!

I looked to Jewel.

She was stirring a spoon in a glass of milk. “Tell me you like it extra chocolaty.”

With surprise in his grey eyes, Lynx smiled at Jewel, then released me. Ruffling my hair, he chuckled, “Extra chocolaty? That wouldn’t shock me.”

Distracted from what I had been thinking about, I admitted, “I, uh, don’t think I have ever had extra syrup before. Not unless they put it in the chocolate milk bottles at gas stations. I had one once. It was a good trade, not putting that gallon of gas in my car.” As everyone stared at me again, I quietly added, “I mean, I did put four gallons in my car.”

Clink! Clink! Clink! Jewel didn’t miss a step. She pfft then said, “No gas station’s got shit on me. Saint, get ready for a sugar overdose.” She lifted the Hershey bottle and poured more syrup, then went back to stirring.

I sat on that stool, amazed at the luck that kept coming my way.

Even Lynx was happy as Hell for me to get more chocolate. He pointed to Jewel and stated, “You’re a badass bitch.” He looked to Eagle. “Hear me?”

“Loud and clear,” proudly replied Eagle.

The word bitch seemed a bit harsh to me, but Jewel beamed over the compliment and kept stirring.

As Vice had said, ‘Who are we to judge?’ I chose not to, either. Instead, I picked up the sandwich—that I must have dropped to my plate—and took a huge bite.

Dagger entered the room, quickly assessing me. “Pup, what the fuck are you doing?”

My mouth was full as I tried to smile. “Ge’ing cho’clate mulk.”

He grumbled, “You’re in here I’ spoiled when there’s work to be done,” but nonchalantly pulled out his phone and pretended he wasn’t taking a picture of my first chocolate milk as a prospect.