Page 10 of Saint Valentine
“I swear this won’t end how you want it, Saint. I’m not the little girl who wanted to save you anymore. Don't end up with your feelings hurt”
A sigh slipped past my lips; she was tiring at this point. “Say what you want, but the only option is to marry me or bury them.”
“I will fight you at every step,” she declared, and I wanted to laugh because I expected nothing less and would probably enjoy it.
“So your choice is to bury them?” I clicked the safety off the gun. The male’s whimpers grew louder, and the girl looked like she was ready to pass out.
Aria screamed, “Ugghhh,” the sound full of rage, before she finally nodded. “I agree.” She glared at me. “You let them go. No tricks. They walk free, and I’ll marry you.”
I exhaled slowly, fighting back the smile that wanted to curve my lips.
“I need to talk to them first, though,” she said.
I nodded. “Fine. Talk to them. But make it quick. You’ve already wasted enough of my time.”
She stood up from the chair and moved toward the middle of the room where they were restrained.
She huddled them around her and talked too low for me to catch the words. It didn’t matter—I wasn’t trusting her to get away with anything.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and called one of my men. “Bring the kit from the car. And three men with you. Now.” I kept my voice as low as hers.
I waited, watching her from the corner of my eye, while she whispered to them. She was distracted. Her attention was on them, not on me. Exactly how I needed her.
I heard the heavy footsteps of my guy entering the house. I took my bag from his hands when he walked in. I closed the distance between me and her as I unzipped it.
Her friends saw me coming, their eyes going wide, but...
Before she could even register what was happening, I was behind her, my needle already in my hand. My syringe pierced her skin, sliding into her carotid. She froze, her breath catching, but it was too late. The drug hit her fast, too fast for her to do anything. Her eyes were wide when she turned toward me. “What was that?” she asked, her voice shaky, rubbing her neck where the needle had been. There was fury radiating from her.
She lunged at me, and I sidestepped her.
She swung at me—hard—but I was ready because I knew she would fight. I stepped back. She hissed like a snake and tried again, the desperation in her eyes amused me.
Her fist came swinging toward me, and I stepped back again, letting her momentum carry her forward.
She stumbled, and then she fell to her knees. Her eyes rolled back slightly into her head. I felt a rush of satisfaction, knowing I had her exactly where I wanted her.
She was half-conscious now, fighting the sedative taking hold, but it was too late. The drug was already working its way into her system.
“Get her friends,” I ordered.
Two of my men stepped into the house and moved forward.
My focus was entirely on her.
“You promised...” she hissed, the words barely audible as her voice cracked. “You promised me…”
I knelt down in front of her, ignoring the way her friends’ cries filled the air. My hand reached out to gently lift her chin. “I’ll keep my promise, Aria,” I said, my voice low. “As soon as you say ‘I do,’ they go free. Just like I said.”
Her eyes lolled shut.
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing the top of her head as I scooped her up into my arms. Her body was heavy and warm against mine. I could feel her heartbeat thundering in her chest, even though she was out. She was going to fight me at every turn, I knew it. But she would either bend to my will, or I’d break her.
Chapter four
Saint
I’d never thought she’d be here with me. I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I watched her sleep. Eight hours had passed. Eight hours, and I didn’t move an inch. I was content in the silence, knowing that the moment she woke up, the fight would begin again.
