My name might be Saint, but I’m more devil than angel. I don’t give a damn when others live or die, unless it affects me or my club.
So what made me stop when I saw a car run off the road? And why did I lie in order to save her life?
Maybe it would have been better had I left well alone.
Rescuing her put me at odds with the rest of the Kings. To them she’s the enemy. To me? She’s mine.
