Giving It to the Bad Guy (Saints and Sinners MC Book 3) Read Free Page B

I’ve got no clot—” She stopped as she heard the sound of a car approaching. Moving to the front door, she had expected to see Pipe and Elena. Instead, she saw Ralf there. He pulled the car to a stop and climbed out. “What are you doing here?”
    “Pipe let me know that you were staying at the cabin. He told me you were at the diner, and when you weren’t there, I figured you were here.” Ralf looked at the bike. “How did you get here?”
    Knife moved up behind her, cupping her hip. “I rode her here on my bike.”
    “You don’t like riding,” Ralf said.
    “She didn’t have a problem.”
    “What do you want?” Sarah asked.
    Both men were glaring at each other.
    “Ralf.” She spoke his name to get him to look at her. “What are you doing here?” she asked.
    “I was wondering if you’d like me to go with you to get your stuff.”
    “How do you even know I’m staying in Sinners’ Corner?”
    “You’re staying with Elena, and we both know this is where you’re meant to be.”
    Sarah sighed.
    “I’ve already agreed to take her.”
    Ralf looked at Knife’s bike. “You’re not going to fit all of your stuff on the bike. I’ll come.”
    Knife gripped her hip tightly. His touch was making it impossible to think.
    Looking up at him, she saw his gaze was on her. “Do you have a car?”
    “I don’t. We can both do it. We’ll both help you.”
    “Can I go on your bike?” she asked.
    Knife licked his lips, and her pussy pulsed, flooding with warmth. Wow, she had never been struck by the simple action of a man licking his lips. “You can go with Ralf, and I’ll ride behind you.”
    “Oh, okay.”
    “Unless you want to ride on the back of my bike?”
    She really did. Glancing over at Ralf, she saw he looked mightily pissed off.
    Why should I care? He left me because he needed a break, and I was supposed to what? Wait for him to come back.
    “I’d love to go on your bike.” She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes. I’d like to go with you, Knife.”
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    “What the fuck are you doing?” Ralf asked.
    Knife was down at the car, carrying three boxes, which Ralf was loading into his car. “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
    “Then what the hell are you doing around my girl?”
    “Your girl?” Knife smirked. “You stepped out on your girl. Sarah hasn’t been your girl for a long time.”
    “She will always be mine.”
    Knife shook his head. “You’re an asshole if you think that is true. You lost her, and now you really have to deal with what you lost.”
    Ralf took the boxes from him and glared. “You think you’ve got a chance with her?”
    “Yeah, I do.”
    “What makes you think she’s going to go for you?”
    “You see, Ralf, this is where you and I differ. I know what I want, and I know I can make Sarah happy. You? You walked out on her and accused her of trying to change you. It was you that took the deputy position, you that did everything you did. I’m not going to walk away. Sarah, she’s the kind of girl you keep, and you treasure for the rest of your life.”
    He walked away, heading back upstairs. Entering the apartment, he saw Sarah was huffing and puffing as she came out of her bedroom.
    “Do you need some help with that?”
    “Yeah, I’ve got too many clothes.” She dropped the bag, and he lifted it with ease. “Or maybe I’m just not strong enough to lift my own clothes.”
    “You’re a woman,” Knife said.
    “And what is that supposed to mean?”
    “You shouldn’t have to lift anything with me around. I’m a big strapping man, and I can take care of everything.” He gave her a wink and watched her cheeks heat.
    “I—I’m going to go and finish packing.”
    He watched her turn around and go back into her bedroom.
    Something was happening between them, and Knife was looking forward to exploring that. He wouldn’t turn his back on her. Ralf’s loss was proving to be his gain. When he’d been with her that night Pipe took