SAINT.
I've always been an asshole. That's not an insult... It's just accurate. When someone calls me one, I take it as a compliment. Hell, I wear it like a title.
Now let me guess. Kyrie's over at Lanry Side, holed up with Irene, or, should I say Jessa? Already drawing lines in the sand, scheming how to keep her safe from me. Cute. If only he f*****g knew.
Look... Kyrie and I? Best of friends. Nothing had ever come between us. Not even women. Because we've shared them, traded them, passed them back and forth like drinks on a long night, no emotion attached.
But Eve?
Nah. That was different. That was the line neither of us could cross without burning the whole damn thing down. And I'm not in the mood for ash. So, I carefully looked for the best solution.
Eve was mine to punish. She n
