Giving It to the Bad Guy (Saints and Sinners MC Book 3) by Sam Crescent Page B

said.
    “Do you realize that I don’t give a fuck? Penny wasn’t always yours. Would you accept an old boyfriend if he came on the scene demanding that she belonged to him?” Knife asked. He looked at all of the Saints and Sinners. He got it. They were loyal to their boy. If it was the other way around he’d be the same. “Let’s just get something into perspective. Ralf left her, okay? I was friends with her. I gave him plenty of time to win her back, and all he did was fucking kidnap her. He lost his chance, and I’m not going to have you giving me the fucking stink eye because I love a woman that your boy let get away.”
    “I’ve got no issue with you, Knife,” Saint said. “I’ll keep an eye on Ralf.”
    “I think that is more than handled. I will go and see Shawl, and see what your winnings are.”
    The fights had come to an end, and Knife stayed in his seat, refusing to leave. The Saints and Sinners stayed where they were, and Saint moved up to sit next to him.
    “Do you know who is watching you in the morning?” Saint asked.
    “I think you and I both know who is watching me, Saint. I’m not a fucking idiot.”
    “You think it’s Ralf.”
    “Can you tell me it’s not him?” Knife asked.
    Saint remained silent.
    “I heard what you did about Councilman Wallace. He stopped giving you a hard time.”
    “I see Sarah likes to talk club business.”
    “Nope. She wouldn’t shut up about Melissa, and she happened to see Wallace in town, and she got her answer. I believe her words were, ‘Pea knows how to work his fists, or at least he knows how to work something’.” Knife shrugged.
    Saint chuckled. “I see why you both stuck together. I warned Ralf when he left the club to become a deputy. Sarah, she’s a good girl. She was friends with Elena for a long time, and she’s the kind of woman that gives you everything or nothing at all.”
    “Ralf broke her heart, and she repaired the damage. He’s not got a shot with her.”
    “I get that, believe me. I’ll deal with Ralf.”
    “And if he doesn’t back down?”
    “Don’t take him out. Ralf steps out of line, it’s a club matter.” Saint got up to walk away.
    “If he hurts my woman in any way, it’ll be my matter, and the club won’t have a say.”
    The Prez of the Saints and Sinners MC turned toward him. “Don’t start a war.”
    “Tell me, Saint, would it be a war if one of my brothers took out a woman you called your own?”
    He watched as Saint tensed. It was the first real sign of emotion from the other man, which he found interesting.
    Saint was an enigma. He was a hard nut to crack, and there was no way to read him, but for the first time ever, Knife was convinced there was a lot of pain inside the other man, which he kept buried.
    “I’ll handle Ralf.”
    “You do that.”
    ****
    Saint knocked on Ralf’s apartment door. He’d left the warehouse and come straight here. The way Knife had spoken, he knew the other man was concerned, not for his own safety but for that of Sarah.
    Over the past couple of weeks Ralf had been withdrawing from the club, and whenever he put an appearance the man wasn’t there. Out of the whole club, Ralf had been the most unstable. When he got the job as a deputy it had seemed to put him right, as had Sarah. Now, something was going wrong, and Saint didn’t like it.
    Ralf opened the door, and Saint just knew he’d been the one spying on Knife. The stench coming from him turned Saint’s stomach, and entering the apartment, he growled. There were several images of Sarah, then some of Knife and Sarah.
    “What the fuck?” Saint said.
    “She belongs to me.”
    The sight of Ralf was the worst. He looked like he hadn’t taken a shower in weeks, or shaved, but what really made Saint nervous was the crazy look in his eyes.
    “Sarah moved on, Ralf.”
    “No, she hasn’t. She’s mine.”
    Saint shook his head. “No, she’s not, Ralf.”
    “Look at her.” Ralf grabbed a picture. It was one