Saint by M. Tasia

Author:M. Tasia [Tasia, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781948029766
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Published: 2019-03-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Max could feel Saint deflating beside him as his body tensed and he drew into himself. At least he hadn’t tried to pull his hand away. Max took that as a positive sign. However, all previous excitement and playfulness was gone. The rate and intensity Saint was throwing up those thick walls to protect himself left Max with a solid idea of the tall, gray-haired man’s identity.

“Your father,” Max stated without asking. “I’m right beside you all the way, Saint. I won’t leave you.”

Saint’s only response was squeezing his hand a little tighter, but he never took his eyes off the scowling man. They began walking forward again, but at a considerably slower pace than before when they were rushing to fall into bed together. Max had never felt desperate to touch someone in his life. Each kiss and caress only drove home the fact that Saint was his, even if the man didn’t know it yet.

After what Saint had told him about his life under the elder Jeffrey’s rule, Max didn’t trust the bastard. By the stress radiating from the man Max had come to care about, he was worried as well. What could he want now? Hasn’t he already taken enough from Saint?

Instead of stopping in front of the now red-faced older man, they carried on to the front gate of the building. Saint pulled out his keys, undid the lock, and walked through the vestibule to the double hung solid wood doors. Max stayed at Saint’s back in case the asshole tried anything.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Dr. Jeffrey shoved his way past Max and Saint and stormed into the lobby. Saint sent Max an apologetic look before following his father inside. As soon as this piece of shit left, Max would do everything in his power to let Saint know he had nothing to apologize for.

The younger and elder Jeffrey squared off a few feet away from one another in the middle of the construction zone. Max remained one step to the side of Saint, but even being that close hadn’t prepared him for the brutal backhand Saint’s father delivered to his son. Max immediately pushed between the two to ensure the bastard didn’t get a second chance.

Saint straightened and wiped blood from the corner of his mouth before saying, “At least you waited until we were inside the building before you took your shot. Wouldn’t want to be seen knocking your son around, now would we?” Max felt one of Saint’s bandaged hands on his shoulder saying more with that one touch than any words could invoke. Saint wasn’t hiding who he was anymore.

“Send your fuck buddy home, we have a lot to discuss,” the older man ordered as he rubbed his knuckles on the hand he’d used to strike Saint.

“Fuck buddy? Who the hell—” Max growled, but was cut off before he could give the bigot a proper dressing-down.

“Whatever he paid you, I’ll double. Now leave.” The asshole even had the nerve to reach for his wallet.

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