Ruthless Saints (The Saints, #3)

by Michelle Heard

Honestly, the longest relationship I’ve had was with Dean Winchester from Supernatural.

Tonight was the first time a little light shone into my life… all because of Hailey.

I want to step into her light. I want to taste her laughter. I want to touch her beauty.

There’s no reason when it comes to Hailey. There’s no control. There’s only want and need. It’s more potent than anything I’ve felt before.

Then he murmurs, “Krasivaya.” I tilt my head, and it has him translating it. “Beautiful.” Slowly my smile fades as our eyes stay locked on each other. Carson thinks I’m beautiful?

In no universe can the moon and sun be together. They’re forever destined to be lightyears apart, with empty darkness filling the space between them. It feels like there’s a crack forming in my heart before it turns to stone again. For a moment in time, the sun shone on me. It was peaceful, the brilliance of the rays warming the frozen landscape of my life. When my time comes, she’ll be my last thought. Until then, I have to forget she ever existed.

When I save it under MM, Carson asks, “What does that stand for? “My man,” I grin at him, and then he stuns the living hell out of me as an actual full-blown smile forms on his face. “Holy shit,” I breathe. “You really need to smile more.”

watch as he types in MW, and it makes my grin stretch impossible wide. Carson lifts a hand, and taking hold of a fist full of my hair, he yanks me to him, and then his mouth meets mine in a hotter than hell kiss.

Dean Winchester, who?

“I haven’t dated much, and I wasn’t looking for a relationship, but the moment I saw Carson, I was hooked. He piques my interest like no other. Just seeing him makes me smile. It’s like…” I glance back to Carson, and our eyes meet, “the moment he walked into my life, there was only him.” Carson lifts my hand and presses a kiss to the back before he settles my palm on his thigh again. There are so many things I love about Carson, but I want to keep them buried in my heart. I want to treasure them and not share them with the world.

“I’m happy whenever you’re near. I feel safe with you.” I pause as I dig deeper, my gaze remaining locked with his. “I feel you in my soul.”

Her smile won’t be as bright. Her light wasn’t strong enough for my darkness.

It will kill me. I can’t live without Hailey. I can’t go back to the absolute darkness. I need whatever light she has left.

“Your light shone so brightly it lessened the darkness in my life. Your smile. Your bubbling laughter. It means everything to me. The flowers you brought me were the greatest gifts I’ve ever received.” Hailey

“The code is easy to remember. Nine for I. Twelve for L. Eight for H, and twenty-three for W. I love Hailey Welsh.”

“I love you,” he whispers near my ear. “More than anything. I’ll never harm you, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt you.”

She’s already in my world, her light struggling to shine with the darkness closing in around her.

“And for a moment, it’s not so dark anymore.”

The corner of my mouth lifts, and I place my hand on her cheek. “As long as I get to see you smile every day, we can take it slow.” Hailey’s face lights up with happiness, and I just stare at her as her light chases the darkness. The moon only shines at night because of the sun. Hailey’s my sun.

The main guy groans as he begins to climb to his feet. Letting out a squeal as if I’m about to step on a bug, I dart forward and kick him in the crotch. “Please stay down, you idiot.” When I look up, Carson’s looking at me with an incredulous expression on his face, then he says, “That was fucking cute.”

“Carson!” Her face tightens as her orgasm creeps closer. “Say it,” she begs. I shake my head, keeping my pace relentless, sweat beading on the back of my neck. Her body begins to quiver. “You’re mine,” I growl. “You’ll never leave again.” “I won’t,” she whimpers. “Please.” I press my forehead to hers. “Come, baby.” My teeth tug at her lips. “Come for me.”

“She’s more than that to me,” I say, my gaze drifting back to Hailey. “She’s my sun.”

“To the sun who fell in love with the moon and gave him some of her light. Without her, there’s only darkness.”

‘Her Moon.’

‘His Sun.’