Page 28 of Hostile Saint

Behind me, at the bar, Lynx was sitting on a barstool, talking on his cell. “Fucking miss you, babe. Like, no fucking lie…” The gun sitting next to him no longer shocked me. These guys were always either packing or with weapons in reach.

Lowering my voice, I asked Vice, “He talking to Elle?”

“I sure hope so; otherwise, we have problems because Elle knows how to use a gun.”

Chuckling, I faced Prez, and whispered, “Please tell her thank you for me.” I regarded all the bottles of vitamins on the counter.

Lynx dipped his chin, pride in his eyes, then said, “Babe, I have someone here who wants to talk to you.” He handed me the phone.

Not sure why Lynx was trusting me to talk with his woman, I timidly pulled the phone to my ear and shyly said, “Hello?”

Because she was biker royalty, in every sense of the word, I was expecting the conversation to be extremely awkward, but a sultry female’s voice happily asked, “Is this Nine Lives?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I have heard so much about you I feel like we’re already friends.”

My heart bloomed. From everything Lynx had said about her, she was almost as perfect as Lace. Her considering me a friend was an honor. “Uh, I just wanted to thank you for the vitamins and herb stuff.”

“Aw! You are so welcome, honey. Those different items are for your immune system, liver—due to those horrid pain pollutants—and overall healing herbs. Are you still getting plenty of water? Vice feeding you?”

“Oh, yes. I have some good nurses here.”

Her laugh was so pretty, compared to all the male laughter that I had been hearing. “Now there’s something I never thought I would hear about those three big babies. If one of them gets sick, the whining and constant crying are practically unbearable.”

If Elle felt three deadly bikers were pansies, I was confident she was a complete badass. No wonder Vice was worried for Lynx. “Well, they must have learned something from you because they have been great.”

“So good to hear. Hey, I’m having a treadmill delivered there. Can you do me a solid and do some light walking when it arrives? Try to build your strength back up?”

Humbled, I swallowed and quietly replied, “Yes, ma’am.”

Was she just like Dagger, Vice, and Lynx? Always moving me forward? It’s possible, because then she said, “Tell that big lug sitting in front of you that, since he’s taking such good care of you, he’s getting the best blow job of his life.”

My eyes popped wide, “Er,” totally lacking the balls to talk about Elle and blow jobs to her lethal man with the power of an army behind him.

His brow lifted. “What? What’d she say?”

“Errrrr.”

She giggled. “Tell him!”

I winced. “But I just got off painkillers. I don’t want to have to need them again.”

She howled laughter.

“What?” growled a now impatient biker.

I cleared my throat, but it didn’t help the pathetic croak that had replaced my normal voice as I told him, “She, uh, wants you to know you are, uh, getting the, uh,” cough, “best-blow-job-of-your-life.”

Grey eyes slid shut…

Vice snickered. “That girl is so bad. I fucking love her.”

I heard what sounded like her opening a refrigerator. “What’s he doing?” insisted Elle.

“Umm,” I watched Lynx proceed to bang his forehead against the bar counter. “Not handling your torture very well.”

Elle, having no pity for me nor her man, was back to laughing. “God, he loves my lips!”