Sinister Knights MC #1-3

Chapter 1

Chapter One

A delina

“ Grip the base of the shaft and tug.” Saint fisted his palm around mine, interlacing our fingers and causing my heart to gallop uncontrollably.

I couldn't help laughing, our hands tugging at the base of a huge cannabis plant. “The king of corny jokes strikes again!”

His dark eyes twinkled, lips curving into a grin that highlighted devastating dimples. “I aim to bring that smile to your face every day.”

My cheeks warmed under his gaze. Saint and I had grown inseparable in the weeks I'd been with the Sinister Knights. Ryker may have been the one who had driven that truck headed north for days, risking his life countless times—firstly, with retaliation from the cartel, and again, at the border with overzealous agents—but Saint had taken me under his wing from the moment I arrived.

So many of the other rescued woman had spoken of family members they couldn't wait to see, the better life they hoped to have in America, but my life in Mexico still pulled at me. The past, my family, Abuela. I'd even thought about returning to Mexico once I'd saved up enough money. Saint had caught wind of that one day and insisted I not go alone, promised he would take me, even arrange for my family to come to America. The fear in his eyes told me he was serious, and that was the last time I ever spoke of going home to Mexico. At that moment, I realized Mexico wasn't my home anymore. And in truth, from the time I was old enough to know better, I'd always felt out of place there. Like my life was meant for more than just the confines of that little mountain town.

I'd been trying to deny it, but since the day I stepped foot on this ranch, something told me this was home. The family the Sinister Knights had created was unlike any I'd ever known. I was used to gangs of outlaws that robbed and abused innocent people, but this motorcycle gang was different.

I watched every day as Prez, Ryker, King, and Saint found ways to defend the underrepresented of society. They donated time and money to local children's charities, including the public schools. They strove to be a source of goodness and positivity. I'd never known a group of men more moral, and from day one, I'd been counting my blessings that it was Ryker who’d gotten in the driver’s seat of that truck meant for hell. He'd saved us.

But there was no denying Ryker was scary-as-hell looking, six-and-a-half feet, at least, and his heart very clearly set on one girl and one girl only. His Anna.

Saint, on the other hand, was so charming and the muscles stacked upon muscles that covered his entire frame intimidating. But then the smile lit his cheeks, his eyes doing that sparkling thing that pulled everyone in like a moth to a flame.

I actually had to stop myself from staring, and whenever he caught me, he was quick to call me out. “Why are your cheeks flushed, Adelina? Got something sexy on your mind?”

I rolled my eyes, brushing him off always, when deep down, all I wanted was his lips pressed against mine. I couldn't get enough.

“That look on your face, little one…” His eyes flicked down to my neck, hovering at the neckline of my shirt. “Been tryin' real hard to take things slow, but you don't know what effect you have on me.”

I squared my shoulders, attempting a false sense of confidence. “Then tell me.”

His taut bicep brushed against my shoulder, that one innocent touch driving me closer and closer to some unexplored edge deep inside.

Saint and I hadn't been doing anything more than kissing. Amazing kissing. Hands and lips and his hard angles pressed against my soft curves… Saint was sent straight from heaven, there was no doubt of that in my mind.

He finally broke eye contact, unwilling to say anything more about it.

This quiet, moody thing he had going on was starting to get old, but I couldn't deny it kept me on my toes. Every moment of being with Saint had me on high alert. And at night, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be in his arms. In his bed. His forever.

Forever.

A month ago, I'd been living in a town without a single stoplight, not always sure where my next meal was coming from, and now I was daydreaming about things like love and forever.

I could hardly believe it myself.

“I wish you'd tell me what you were thinking more often,” I whispered, realizing I'd said it out loud a half a second too late.

His intense eyes cut to me, leveling me immediately, stealing all my breath in one fell swoop. How he had that ability, I would never know. “You want to know what I'm thinking?”

I nodded. He closed the gap between us in an instant.

“What I'm thinking is how you'll feel when I finally sink inside you, quit dancing around this thing between us, and make you mine.” He skimmed the edge of his nose up the angle of my throat. “Really own you.”

I swallowed, fireworks splintering through my veins. “I want that.”

He froze, dark gaze hovering on mine. “You think you're ready for that?”

I nodded, chin thrust in the air. False confidence again.

“Everything about you is so innocent—” his fingertips ghosted up the underside of my arm “—so untouched.” Both of this hands pulled me against him, melding us together, the steel ridge of his cock crammed between us and making my knees weak with wanting him.

I didn't care what it took; I wanted everything this man could give me.

His head dipped close, teeth edging along the shell of my ear and sending a torrent of shivers through me. “I'm afraid I want you too much, afraid I'll be too rough, terrified I'll ruin you, little one.”

His words were so achingly honest, like he thought of himself as the big, bad beast that could harm me unwillingly.

“You would never hurt me.”

“You don't know that.” He shook his head, jaw tightening. “Ryker never thought he'd hurt Anna, but his actions that day three years ago broke her heart. Stole him away from her. She wasn't ever the same, and King and I had to help pick up the pieces. That shit ruined her more than the assault ever did.”

“Saint, we're not like that. I don't need protecting. I'm safe now, nothing is going to come between us.”

“You don't know that, Adelina. You can't know that.”

His palms hovered over my cheeks, thumbs working at my temples, his soothing touch like honey in my veins, drugging me, drowning me. “We may have only met a few weeks ago, but our souls have known each other a lot longer. I believe that, Adelina. There's no rush here. I'm taking my time with you.”

I couldn't utter a word if I'd wanted to, his gaze clinging to mine, pleading for me to understand.

I swallowed the razor blades, nodding and about to throw myself into his arms for being the most romantic man I'd ever met, when multiple voices began shouting from outside.

Saint's eyes narrowed, placing a finger to my lips before sealing the gesture with a soft kiss. “Wait here, I'm gonna see what the fuck is going on out there.”

“Sounds like someone's unhappy.” I latched on to his elbow, ignoring his order and following him out of the greenhouse and into the afternoon sunlight.

A group of men stood there, guns drawn and one word—ICE—written in gold across their backs.

“Fuck,” Saint muttered, shielding me with his body. “Prez will handle this. He'll just show them your papers and?—”

“My papers didn't come yet! Mine was the only application that was held up.”

“Fuck, I forgot Ryker told me that. Hell, I can't believe they haven't come in yet.”

I shook my head, actual fear lodging in my throat now.

Prez stepped out of the lodge, door slamming in the frame behind him, a look of fury drawing his features tight.

Saint clasped my hand in his. “We need to go.”

“Hey!” an immigration officer shouted over the noise, his eyes trained on us. “Identify yourselves!”