Giving It to the Monster (Saints and Sinners MC Book 4) by Sam Crescent

him.
    “I wish I was with my woman as well.”
    “Instead we’re having to meet a man to make sure death doesn’t fall on our club.”
    “The curse of being the Prez of two clubs.”
    “Yes, it is a curse.” Saint rubbed at his eyes, pushing away thoughts of Natasha and her warm pussy and arms.
    “How are things with you and Natasha?”
    “Fine.”
    “Elena said she’s never seen you so happy.”
    He turned toward Pipe, who held his hands up in surrender. “You’re the one that is determined to keep me in the enemy category. I told you, I have no beef with your club, or with you. I actually consider the Saints and Sinners MC my family, my friends. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, or to hurt Elena.”
    “I let you set up this meeting.”
    Pipe sighed. “It’s the only thing you do. I’m here, Saint. I may not be the brother or the family you wanted, but I’m also a good listener.”
    “My sister tell you that?”
    “Why do you think we’re still together? The key to success is being able to listen.” Pipe opened his car door. “I’m here if you need me.”
    Saint didn’t say anything. He climbed out of the car and followed Pipe across the street towards the restaurant.
    He let Pipe to deal with the maître d’ seeing as he dealt with the arrangements of the meeting.
    He wasn’t nervous. It was strange. Years ago, he would have been, even with his father in charge. Since he took over, he was able to take his fears and channel them away from him.
    “Ah, yes, I see Mr. Ricky has left an invitation for you. Please follow me.”
    Saint moved past several diners, aware of them staring at him. He wasn’t interested in them, not one bit.
    “Well, well, well, Pipe, it has been too long,” Big Ricky said.
    Saint thought the guy would be a large, overweight man, but instead he looked like the biggest body builder in the world. He was huge, and his arms had to be the stuff of Botox or steroids or something.
    “Ricky, wish we could be meeting on better circumstances.”
    “Bullshit! You always try to stay out of my business, and I don’t blame you. We’re not exactly known for being nice.”
    Pipe laughed. “Anyway, this is Saint. Saint, this is Big Ricky.”
    He held his hand out, and they shook. “You’ve got a reputation. Killed your own father.”
    “That’s old news.”
    “It still makes men take notice. A guy who is willing to take his own father, he’s willing to do whatever it takes for his club.”
    “You got that right. The club comes first.”
    “Just as the family comes first for the men I work for,” Ricky said. “Please, take a seat.”
    Saint pulled the chair out, and sat down.
    “So, I hear this is big news,” Ricky said. “Let’s hear it.”
    “It is.” Piped handed over the paperwork.
    Saint couldn’t help but look around, wondering where the danger was going to come out.
    “No one is waiting,” Ricky said, pulling out some glasses. “I know it seems strange, but we do have civility. No big guns, tearing up places.”
    “That’s not what I heard.”
    “It gets tiring having to replace everything. Besides, we’re all getting old. We’ll leave the crap to the younger generation intent on killing each other.” Ricky put his glasses on, and opened up the piece of paper, reading through it. “You’re telling me this ended up in Sinners’ Corner?”
    “Yes.”
    Ricky looked through it, and then pulled out his cell phone, cross-examining the details. “You haven’t given this to anyone?”
    “No,” Pipe said.
    “I’m going to come clean and tell you I was going to give it to the cop that’s on my side,” Saint said. “Had no idea about this.”
    “You’re a small town man, Saint. That’s fine, but this, it’s a message, and it’s for my bosses to deal with.”
    “This going to hit out at Sinners’ Corner? It’s not just where my club is, it’s my town.”
    “I know how to contact you if there’s a risk. I doubt it.”
    “Any heads-up on