SAINT.
I f*****g hated that little w***e with every inch of my being. That's the truth.
I had punishments lined up for her like f*****g chapters in a novel. This trip to the Blood Crescent pack? This was chapter one. We were barely scratching the surface.
She was going to be bait for Nagel Vale, the sick bastard who couldn't resist anything that breathed with a cunt and a little fear in her eyes.
Men like Nagel – the kind who couldn't keep their d***s in their pants – were easy and predictable. Flash them something soft with a slit between her legs, and they loose all sense of logic, like rabid dogs in heat.
I hadn't caught him yet because I hadn't had the need to, until now. And now, this misson served two purposes – I'd get the son of a b***h off the map, and Eve would suffer whil
