Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,117

to the gym to start his morning workout bang on time and no doubt reset the time warp that had made his routine fall to shit last night and make sure that he was in full control again for today. Nice and neat like nothing had ever happened.

I could have headed back to bed, but instead I just stayed where I was, finishing up my sketch and letting my mind focus on the task. I drank the coffee Saint had made me to perk me up a bit more and found I didn’t mind the early morning so much for once.

I didn't even notice when Tatum padded down the stairs to make breakfast, her fingers grasping the top of my sketch book the only warning I got of her arrival.

I growled playfully as she tried to tug it from my grip and looked up to find her bare faced and pouting in my black band t-shirt.

"Can I see?" she asked, her voice husky from lack of use and getting me all hot and bothered.

"Anything for you, baby," I agreed with a mocking smile as I released the book and she flipped it around to get a look.

"Kyan...shit, you’re crazy talented," she murmured as she took in the sketch of her and Saint standing out in the lake last night, the rain pouring down on them as they stared at each other with so much intensity that I swear I could still feel those emotions rolling off of them now.

"It's yours if you want it, baby," I joked. "I'll even do you a good deal."

"Does the price have something to do with what you've got hiding beneath your pants?" she asked, rolling her eyes like she already knew the answer to that.

"Funnily enough, it does," I agreed, wondering if she might wanna suck me off before starting on breakfast, but the laugh spilling from her lips said not.

Bet I could convince her though.

"Is Saint okay this morning?" she asked, glancing towards the door that led down to the crypt where the sound of his music was much louder.

"Yeah. He just did a full re-boot and is back to his usual fucked up robot self. No need for you to worry."

She pursed her lips at me like she didn't like me making light of Saint going full Saint and almost destroying the world, but in hindsight I felt it was pretty funny really. No real harm done, everyone got some shit off of their chests, The Temple had a good clean, Saint's piano game was no doubt on top form once again, win win.

"Seriously, baby, don't worry about it. Saint has to lose the plot every now and then so that he has the opportunity to take that stick out of his ass for a few hours and just vent his issues. If he didn't then I believe his head would legitimately explode one of these days. It's all good. I think in a fucked up way he actually likes going off his rocker too. It reminds him he isn't a robot after all. He's a big boy with real feelings and a cock that hungers for a taste of his girl just like any normal, red blooded man.

"The way he is about the rules..." she began like she really did want to understand him better and I sighed as I took the sketchbook from her hands and laid it down on the coffee table, still open on the page with the sketch of her and Saint. That was the kind of Saint bait that might just start a war. He hated anything which documented him losing his shit and I was pretty certain that a sketch of him dripping wet and looking at our girl like the whole world began and ended with her would earn me another beating. But I was always up for that. And if he shredded my art for good measure then so be it. Worth it.

"Saint's stories are his own to tell," I said as I got up and followed her over to the kitchenette where she began to prepare breakfast. "But I can say that rules are what he used to make sense of the world when things were taken from him that were out of his control. If you want an easy life with him then just do as he says. Though I personally feel that pushing him to test the rules isn't a bad thing. It helps him to see that things don't