Chapter 92

Saint POV 

The tears I saw in her eyes as she looked at me in hatred made me risk yanking Lauretta off my thighs and not caring if I ended up dying from the cut on my neck. 

But the risk was a deadly one because I wouldn't survive if I dared. Lauretta was undeniably good with knives. That was one thing I was accurately sure of. 

Her only positive trait if I may add. 

I heard Lauretta giggle and grind herself slowly a little more as she turned and locked eyes with Jade. She was making sure to taunt Jade. To make her believe that we were doing whatever it looked like we were doing. 

I took that opportunity of her distraction to stretch my hands to the gun and grab it lightly, feeling her hand a bit loose on my neck. But that still didn't stop the pain that was springing out from there which made me know the knife had cut me a little. 

Jade turned around and hurried out, banging the door behind her just as I corked the gun in my hand