Saint And Sinners: The King Angel Child of New York by Tiana Laveen

Author:Tiana Laveen
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Tiana Laveen
Published: 2014-06-24T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

WITH THE OYSTER-COLORED sheets wrapped around his naked form, Saint heaved in exhaustion. He leaned over, strained and groaned as he grasped his cell phone. He looked at the time, squinting in the darkness as his eyes adjusted. Frowning in frustration, he tossed the phone on the bed. It was four in the morning in L.A. The house was now almost completely empty, minus a chair or two. He didn’t fathom how depressed he’d feel in the place once it was gutted like a fresh fish.

He’d walked in each room over and over again, worn memories playing out like old records, skipping and repeating on his favorite parts. The red room looked so bare devoid of its chains, ointments and swings, and now, only the crimson and black walls remained as a reminder of what once had been. He couldn’t let the place go just yet, hadn’t even put it on the market. For some reason, he oftentimes formed unhealthy attachments to cars and places of residence. He shrugged his shoulders and sighed with exhaustion. In five hours, he’d be back at the airport, returning to New York.

Staring at the floor, he fell into a series of discombobulated musings. The shit wasn’t just a dream; he’d really done it. He rubbed his eye and reached down, grasping the letter in his hand. Turning the lamp on, he skimmed it, his heart racing as his emotions rocked the boat inside him, causing him to clutch the covers and dig his heels into the damn mattress. His entire body felt as if being slowly tortured by some invisible force. He needed to talk to her and prayed she was awake, or at least would hear his call. She’d had a hard day, and maybe she was even pissed at him. When she’d called him from the hospital saying Hassani had gotten into a fight, his first question was, ‘Did he win?’ This sent Xenia over the edge. Hassani’s nose wasn’t broken per se, but there was a small fracture the doctor said would heal on its own. In the interim, their son was given pain medication.

He asked to speak to Hassani, and found out he not only beat up one boy, but two, and he’d protected another kid in the process. Saint was damn proud of him. Sooner than later, this had to happen. Hassani was going to get into it with someone, and he wouldn’t be able to back down. Though he’d told his son he didn’t want him fighting, sometimes a boy had to do what a boy had to do.

Xenia snatched the phone away once she realized the two were laughing and joking about the matter. He tried to explain to the woman that Hassani was going to have to pay his dues, told her straight out that he was damn proud of their son. With that, he was met with the dial tone. He knew Xenia wouldn’t understand. How could she? She was Hassani’s mother, and seeing her son’s face covered in blood was not exactly how she preferred to end her afternoon.

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