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    Giving It to the Monster
    Giving It to the Monster
    Giving It to the Monster
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    Giving It to the Monster

    By Sam Crescent

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    There has only ever been one woman Saint has ever loved, and she left him because he was turning into a monster. To lead the Saint and Sinners MC, he had to follow his dad’s rules. So Saint let Natasha go and embraced the club. At last, with his dad dead and gone, Saint was able to turn the club into something to be proud of, but he had lost the person who meant the most to him.

    Then one night, Natasha returns to Sinners’ Corner. She falls into Saint’s arms, broken and bloody, and he has the chance to save her.

    Natasha has always loved Saint, and walking away from him was the hardest thing she ever did. Now, though, the only person she can trust is Saint, the man she once ran from. She knows he’ll take care of her and help her keep her abusive husband away. Finally, Natasha sees past the monster Saint portrays to the man he’s become.

    Is there a chance for them to have the future she always wanted, a future they both planned? Can two heartbroken souls finally find the happiness they deserve?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateSep 27, 2016
    ISBN9781773390185
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      Giving It to the Monster - Sam Crescent

      Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2016 Sam Crescent

      ISBN: 978-1-77339-018-5

      Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

      Editor: Karyn White

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      GIVING IT TO THE MONSTER

      Saints and Sinners MC, 4

      Sam Crescent

      Copyright © 2016

      Prologue

      Saint at five years old

      Life sucked.

      Parents sucked.

      Gripping the metal handles of the swing, Saint glared down at the floor. He hated his name, and his mom hated his name. She didn’t want him to be called after the club that his father ruled. The MC was always a problem for his mother. She was always saying horrible things.

      You know, swings are not for being sad or moody.

      Saint gripped the handles of the swing as he was suddenly pushed firmly in the back. He looked behind him, in time to see a girl with wild red hair, giggling.

      Leave me alone!

      Oh, someone is a moody pants. She stood in front of him, and he had no choice but to glare back at her.

      Leave me alone.

      You’re on the swing, so swing. She pushed his knees, and he glared at her.

      I don’t want to swing.

      She sighed, and then took a seat on the swing beside him. You scared?

      Of what?

      School.

      No. I’m not afraid of anything.

      I’m scared. My cousin, she only comes down from the city, but she has like, really long blonde hair, and she said that I was going to get bullied for my hair. She said it looked like blood, and no one likes blood, or girls with freckles.

      Saint simply stared at her as she kept talking. Her voice was lovely, even if he didn’t want to like her.

      What do you think? she asked.

      Your hair is lovely.

      She smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back. We’re going to be best friends. I’m Natasha.

      Saint.

      Your name is Saint?

      Yeah, my dad named it after his club.

      I’ve heard of those. Daddy says they’re bad men.

      I’m not bad, Saint said.

      I know. Now, let me push you on the swing.

      Natasha got off the swing and started to push him. Instead of fighting her, Saint lifted his legs, and allowed her to push him so that he could fly.

      ****

      Saint at nine years old

      Take it back! Saint slammed his fist against the boy’s face, not caring that he was going to get in trouble, and his dad would probably use the belt. Mom and Dad were not having the best time of it, even though little Elena had just been born.

      He loved his baby sister, even though she was just a little baby who screamed a lot, and needed her diapers changed. Saint helped even though he didn’t want to. They stank!

      The boy, Mark, had pissed him off, talking shit about his mom. Telling him that she was crazy, and that Mark’s mom had said she would be leaving him soon.

      Saint didn’t believe it. His mom would never leave him, nor would she leave Elena either.

      Saint, Natasha said, grabbing his arm.

      The moment she spoke, he stopped hitting Mark.

      He’s not worth it. Your mom is fine, she said.

      He got to his feet and stared into his best friend’s green eyes, and felt the calmness of her presence settle over him.

      Ha, Saint needs a girl to finish his battles for him! He’s a baby! Mark said.

      Shut up, Natasha said.

      What are you going to do about it, Red?

      Saint burst out laughing as Natasha slammed her fist against Mark’s face. She hated someone calling her red, or being mean about her hair.

      Before he could say anything, the head teacher was already grabbing hold of Natasha’s bag, and hauling her off with Mark. Within seconds both of them were being led toward the office, and she looked back giving him a wink.

      She’d done it on purpose, pummeling Mark’s face so that she got taken to the office rather than Saint.

      Later that day, he sat beside her in class. You didn’t have to do that, he said.

      Do what?

      Beat up Mark. I can handle him.

      I know, but you shouldn’t have to beat him up. I’m happy doing it for you. You’re my best friend. She grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.

      The pain around his heart lifted. This was why he loved Natasha. Like Elena, she was the best part about his entire world.

      ****

      Saint at twelve

      I can’t believe your parents let you have the house alone, Natasha said, looking through his endless supply of films.

      I know. Dad is trying to keep Mom happy. She’s going on at him about the club whores.

      Natasha sighed. What are the club whores again?

      Women that sleep with the club brothers.

      I never really understood the whole MC thing. Girls at school are going crazy for you. It’s kind of gross. She placed the tape into the machine and sat beside him on the sofa. Elena was asleep upstairs. Saint had offered to babysit. The arguments at home were getting worse. Yesterday his mom didn’t come home all day, or all night, and his dad was going mental over it. Saint wasn’t ready to tell Natasha about that. There were days and nights that his mom would just leave.

      He worried more for Elena. She was so young. He hoped she never remembered it.

      Brittany kissed me yesterday, he said.

      That skank? She kisses everyone. Natasha tucked some hair behind her ear, and Saint stared at her. When they had first gotten to know each other, he’d adored Natasha. Her wild hair always surrounded her face, the red curls making him want to reach out and tug on one. Over the past few months, he’d noticed how beautiful she was. Her green eyes shot fire at him that matched the flame of her hair. He’d also noticed that her body was no longer a dorky looking stick. She’d started to grow boobs.

      He liked it when she was close to him, and he loved the scent of her hair.

      I didn’t want to kiss her.

      You didn’t?

      No. She just face planted her lips on mine.

      She raised a brow, staring at him.

      It’s the truth.

      Yeah, whatever. Your name may be Saint, but I know you’re not one. She let out a little chuckle, and Saint couldn’t resist. Leaning across the sofa, he cupped her cheek, and claimed her lips.

      Natasha was soft, gentle, and perfect. She let out a little gasp, and like in the movies he’d seen, he plunged his tongue into her mouth. When she didn’t pull away, he stopped freaking out, and simply enjoyed the feel of her mouth on his.

      She pulled away, staring at her. Why did you do that?

      I wanted to. I really like you, Nat.

      I like you, too.

      I want us to be more than friends.

      You mean that? she asked, licking her lips.

      Yes.

      No more kissing Brittany?

      No more kissing anyone else but you.

      The smile tugged at his heart, and Saint knew there was never going to be another girl quite like her ever.

      ****

      Saint at fifteen

      You want to be a leader, you’ve got to learn to fight, boy!

      Saint flinched as his father slapped his face. When his mother was home, his father never raised a finger to him. Now, he was constantly being trained so one day he’d take over from his father. Life had gone to shit since his mother left, taking Elena with her. Saint fucking hated life, and he hated being away from his little sister. Neither he nor his father was allowed to see her, and it fucking killed him having that distance with Elena.

      So, getting to his feet, Saint lashed out at the other Prospect he was supposed to hurt. The moment he was done, and his father was proud, he’d be able to go to his girl’s house. His father didn’t approve of Natasha and believed he was wasting his time on her. Saint loved her. Natasha was in his blood. She was part of his soul, and he’d never give her up. He’d rather die than live without her.

      That girl is turning you into a fucking pussy. No son of mine will be a fucking pussy, his father said.

      Pulling away, Saint launched himself at the Prospect, and with three easy strikes, the other kid went down. Panting for breath, he turned toward the man that he had once admired. Can I go?

      You running to that pussy?

      Pausing, he glared at his father. "I did

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