The Saint (Fifth Republic, #3)

by Penelope Sky

“I will take care of her—and I won’t stick my dick where it doesn’t belong.” That was all women wanted. Didn’t need to be in several relationships to figure that out.

He put his faith in guns rather than himself. I had a different philosophy, because an enemy could take away your guns and knives, but they could never take your strength.

“You’ve had a wedding before, but you’ve never married me before.” His blue eyes could be so breathtaking sometimes, like now when he was all serious and intense. “This one is gonna last—until I die.”