Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,116

of biting at me, Saint just frowned a little deeper before heading back over to the kitchenette.

He'd clearly been up all night playing piano like some creepy ghost and the exhaustion was weighing on him, but I knew he wouldn't sleep now until his usual time tonight. Maybe being dog tired would work in his favour and let him actually sleep for once anyway.

I flipped open my sketchbook and started drawing while I waited for him to come to me. Dealing with Saint was always a bit like dealing with a feral cat. If you went strolling up to it with kind words and a bowl of fresh fish thinking you were gonna be best buddies, then you were fresh out of luck. Likely it'd just hiss at you, run off and maybe even try to bite you if you persisted. But if you sat quietly and just happened to leave a little fishy morsel down as an invitation beside you, then eventually the kitty would come and nab it.

"This constant rule breaking is going to have to stop," he ground out as he placed two cups of coffee down on the coffee table and dropped into his throne beside me. Good kitty.

"Is that so?" I asked in a voice that let him know I had zero plans to keep my dick out of our girl and he was going to have to get used to it.

He pursed his lips, his fist clenching against the arm of the chair and then releasing again slowly before he let the subject drop and moved on to what was clearly bugging him most right now.

I'd already finished the outline of my sketch and I tilted my head, glancing at Saint for a moment before continuing onto the details as the charcoal steadily stained my fingers black.

"Yesterday, before...everything, I found my laptop an inch to the left of its usual position."

"Holy shit, did you call the cops?" I gasped, chuckling loudly as he shot me a death glare.

The music continued to play over the speakers and it slid from one piece to another with perfect synchronicity. Shit, I was starting to really enjoy this classical crap and I swear he’d figured it out because the songs that were playing were all ones I liked. They just seemed to fit me somehow, speaking to me or something. Fuck him.

"Tatum and Monroe had been here alone before that happened," he went on, ignoring my teasing.

"Oh?" I asked casually, hiding a smirk at the corner of my mouth with my thumb. Luckily Saint's gaze was firmly in the depths of his triple espresso, so he didn't notice.

Maybe Monroe had the idea to eat her at the dining table before me.

"I just get the feeling that there's something going on with the two of them that I'm missing," he muttered.

"Mmm." I kept my eyes on the sketch, half tempted to tell him that Monroe had probably been fucking her brains out right over his laptop and advising him to check the keyboard in case any of the keys had been left a bit sticky. But as hilarious as that would have been, I knew it had nothing on what was going to happen when he caught them going at it. Which he would, because this was Saint Memphis and he already smelled a rat. I just hoped it would work out that I'd be there to see his eyes bug out of his head when he found our girl screaming beneath the headmaster, maybe panting ‘yes sir’ while he promised she wouldn't have to have detention if she just took her punishment like a good girl.

"That's it? You have no further input?" Saint demanded as I started on some shading.

"What do you want me to say, man? Anyone could have knocked your laptop out of its designated position and Nash is one of us now. You're not seriously suggesting him and Tatum are up to something because of that are you?"

Saint released a frustrated breath and shrugged. "I just have an inkling, that's all. I'm missing something here and I know it. When I get to the bottom of it everything will be fine, I'm sure."

"Well, dig deep, brother," I advised him, smirking to myself as he fell into contemplative silence which actually worked out quite well for me as it meant I could check I was getting the angles of his jaw right.

At six fifteen he stood up suddenly and abandoned me where I sat, heading down