Free Saved and SAINTified by Tiana Laveen Page A

said solemnly, his British accent lacing each word, and received greetings in kind from those present.
    “I wish to present a plaque, in honor of James Kessler , our brother and co-founder. This plaque will be given out once a year to a member who has shown exemplary leadership skills.”
    Amidst deafening applause, several members stood and whistled.
    S aint sat in his chair, reflecting over George’s words. He missed James immensely and though it was stated to him repeatedly after the loss of his mother and then James that, with time, grief lessens, no one had an explanation for the sudden heart flips of anguish that would seize him by surprise when he realized that he was calling James’ cell phone number to ask a question … forgetting that the man would never again pick up that phone. He could really use his support right now—especially with the overwhelming nagging feeling he was currently enduring.
    He looked around the room suspiciously as George continued to speak. He stared at each man individually, trying desperately to figure out why he felt so uneasy with the energy flow. Someone, or maybe two or three people, was causing him distress , though he could not pinpoint who it was. He had ruled out George and Lawrence; they were true-blue and so were a few of the others—but for some, the question still hung in the air like a dark cloud.
    Someone in here is up to something —they have a devious plan. I have to trust my gut instinct on this but it is pissing me off that I can’t figure out who it is. … Are they leaking information? Is there an informant? I believe so, but who? Who, damn it!
    He looked around the room again, his eyes narrowing as he began to try to psychically peel the layers away, only to run into repeated brick walls.
    I need to discuss this with Lawrence. We definitely have a situation here…
    He felt the energy strangl e him. He knew he was right, without a shadow of a doubt. A Judas motherfucker sat amongst them, probably looking smug and certain he had the perfect cover.
    He looked over at Lawrence who was now intensely staring at him. Without saying a word, Lawrence leaned over the table, smiled, and sent him the message telepathically…
    I had a feeling something was up, too. I wasn’t sure if I was just over-reacting though. I don’t know who it is, either- for some reason I can’t get a clear read. I will keep searching…
    Saint nodded, looked briefly down at his hands then back up at Lawrence,
    We will discuss this later and devise a plan. This can’t go on. It’s been bugging me for a while now.
    Lawrence nodded and turned his attention back toward George.
    Whoever in here is doing something they shouldn’t be, you will be busted and once I figure out who you are and what you’ve been doing, your ass is mine…
    Saint lowered his head, trying to stop his anger from reaching the boiling point…
     
     

CHAPTER 3
     
     
    “Angela, this cake is delicious!” Xenia patted her stomach and smiled as she leaned back in the large, silver slated chair. “I shouldn’t have eaten it. I still have five baby pounds that refuse to leave,” she added while sliding the last bit off of the fork into her waiting mouth. “Dakarai is three, and I still can’t shake it.”
    Angela, the wife of one S aint’s most trusted Rainbeau Knights, Tony, had invited them and a few other guests over for a summer brunch at their elegant home.
    “Girl, please! If I had your body, especially after two children, I would be flaunting a bikini and eating this whole thing! You look beautiful, Xenia.” Angela chuckled; her curvaceous, heavy set body shook as she slapped the table.
    “Well, thank you , and I need the recipe for this. I know Saint loves coca cola cake too but he eats sweets in moderation.”
    Xenia looked behind her, and watched as several guests laughed and chitchatted around the modest but opulent decorated room. Saint grabbed Tony’s arm and doubled over laughing at something the