Free Original Sin (Dark Saints Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Amy Love Page B

yeah, I did. They wanted to put me away because their dumb asses couldn't see through the ruse. I wasn't the guy who brought the cop in. I just tried to make him feel at home. Pinning that shit on me made less sense than you might imagine. The Saints…the Saints is a new beginning for me. I'm untouchable for the first time in a long time. That's why I couldn't give it up, Vicky.” His lips curved into a wry little smile. “Even though I'm playing with fire dancing around Darren like this.”
     
    Surprisingly, Vicky found herself smiling, as well.
     
    So he'd been a scapegoat.
     
    That was all.
     
    The relief was so intense, her legs actually wobbled slightly beneath her. He hadn't been against Darren or the Saints, and he certainly hadn't told his story with any tell-tale sort of nervousness that might suggest that he was willing to whip the rug from under their little relationship. Vicky had never been as paranoid as her brother, but she had a skeptic streak.
     
    And so far, Liam hadn't triggered it.
     
    So far, he'd only proved himself to be a man unlike any she had ever known and a window into a world long forbidden to her.
     
    The sudden freedom was intoxicating.
     
    Suddenly, turning to the man, Vicky threw her arms around his neck in an uncharacteristic display of affection. Liam seemed just as shocked by the gesture as she was; but, nonetheless, he simply folded his arms around her to hold her close before pressing his lips briefly to the top of her head.
     
    “So, I take it that was the answer you were looking for?”
     
    Pulling back, Vicky gazed up at him in a new light, taking in his tousled brown locks, day old stubble, full mouth, and entrancing green eyes. “Whatever it was,” she breathed, “it was honest. That's all that matters.”
     
     

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
     
    People had been talking.
     
    As Liam entered the main den of the Dark Saints, he tensed, as always, at the looks other members shot him. While a select few were friendly, a month among them wasn't nearly enough time to prove his mettle. He still had rival gang members to beat up, drug deals to participate in, and, most of all, he still had to personally prove himself to Darren.
     
    The last task, in particular, seemed to be more and more difficult as they days progressed. While, originally, Liam had thought that with careful planning and avoidance he and Vicky could ensure that their liaisons remained secret. However, they had been spending large amounts of time together that she had to use excuses to account for.
     
    And Vicky's excuses were running thin.
     
    Depending on the same girlfriends for the same stories was beginning to make Darren even more suspicious than usual. They'd begun to have to talk by payphone and had started meeting later and later in the day. Then, there was the threat that they'd run into one of the numerous members of the Saints in the streets. A single glance, a single word , and the game would be up. Unlike himself, the other Saints were doggedly loyal to their unhinged leader. When Darren said jump, they asked how high, bent over, and kissed their own asses.
     
    However, it could be said that the man took good care of his own. The pay was good, the work was steady, and rowdy nights in seedy bars were numerous. Not that Liam was ever interested in paid women or getting drunk out of his mind. He only wanted Vicky, and as it got more and more difficult to see her, he found that he became more and more frustrated. He had to smile at Darren and work under him knowing that the man would be out for blood if anyone went near his sister. Recently, when he asked how Darren reacted to her being out so late, Vicky would become quiet and withdrawn.
     
    Liam was worried.
     
    Though she insisted that her brother had never hit her, he was sure that if he became frustrated enough, Darren would stop it at nothing to get the information he wanted. Plus, rumors about Vicky and possible boyfriends seemed more and more