“That’s not necessary.” Alek finds his balls as he slaps Saint’s hand away. “I will take her to see Nikita. She will fix her hair. I’ll have you looking like yourself again.” His demeanor changes as he peers down at me.
I don’t understand any of this. Why is he being so nice to me?
“I will accompany you,” Saint says when he reads my confusion.
“No, that’s not needed. I will take Willow myself. After you deliver Zoey to Igor, I imagine you’ll need some time to yourself. Take the day off. Go get laid,” he adds with spite, digging into his pocket and producing a few crisp bills.
I’m assuming that’s to pay for whatever woman Alek has lined up for Saint.
But Saint shakes his head. “I don’t need the day off. Nor do I need to get laid,” he adds heatedly.
“Suit yourself.” Alek has regained c
