A week had passed already and it was starting to be the usual routine. Waking up early in the morning, bathing, barely eating and going back to sleep till evening. After I had confirmed what Suzy wore before she died, Saint had taken me to the morgue and she indeed, was beyond recognition. I couldn't look at her for a second time, guilt and sadness overwhelmed me which was why I insisted her funeral be held soon. After all, I was her only family remaining because our mum was as good as dead to us. We had put the funeral two days later. And a night before then, Saint had a package delivered to my room containing a black dress and black shoes to wear for the funeral. I was grateful for that as I had not even thought of what to wear for it. He had paid for everything for the funeral too and I was just grateful to him as well. I had also put my anger aside for a few minutes and texted Marcel informing him about Suzy's funeral and had given him the benefit of the doubt that he at least

We sat across from each other and I turned around once more to look around the empty restaurant and back at him. "You mean you reserved the whole place?" I asked him finally. He looked amused as he watched me. "Yeah."I looked around again. "Why?" "You're with me. Thought it would make you comfortable. And also I don't want to put you in danger again." He replied. He was doing all this for me? "You don't do it normally?" I asked to confirm if he was. "Why wouldn't I?" He replied with a slightly raised eyebrow. "I don't like eating or shopping in crowded places either." Of course, he wasn't doing it for me. What was I thinking? This was his normal life and I was the one who wasn't used to it. "You did that at your aunt's boutique too?" I asked finally realizing why the place was empty the two times I'd been there. He nodded nonchalantly. This man left me speechless.His sharp jawline attractively came to view as he turned to signal the waiter that we were ready to order. One

Saint's Pov "The vacation home?" CJ asked me, looking at me with surprise plastered all over his face. "Yeah. That should be the safest place." I replied, feeling the Martini burn down my throat as I gulped it down. "Saint, have you forgotten already what happened the last time? You've not been there since then." He said, an expression of worry taking over his surprised face. Forgotten? How could I? How could I forget such? I could never. The sick feeling I got from then had never left me so how could I forget? "I haven't," I replied in a flat tone." The vacation home seems to be the safest place as of now. And come whatever may, that would be the last place they would think of."CJ shook his head. "I don't know about this Saint.""Look, get lots of the guys to be in this. Get more guys out of the training hut and take them with you. Tell the jockey to be more careful with Tequila's location this time around." I instructed further. "He says he got multiple locations from him the

I woke up to someone's arm holding me closely to their body, while soft deep breaths followed. I could also feel the person's third leg digging into my lower back. Saint. Of course, it was Saint. Last night had been crazy and I could not quite remember how we managed to sleep off together. I was glad he hadn't left me behind with just his lingering scent or else I would have been losing my mind this morning once more. This was the second time I was waking up next to him and I peeked by the side to see his hair falling loosely on his face. I lay still, trying to play sleep, his phone started ringing out loud. He groaned but didn't wake up or change positions and I reached out to his hair to move it out of his face, admiring the stone-cold expression he had as he slept. He hissed and the next thing I saw was him getting up. "Don't fucking touch me, Jade. The fuck." He snapped as he stood up and at the same time, his phone started ringing again. I stared at him, dragging my legs t

The beach breeze blew the air to my face making me shut my eyes a little. I should have brought a pair of glasses. I mean who went to beaches without one? We had arrived at the beach, apparently where Saint said we were supposed to be and I was glad I had worn a comfortable dress. Saint had suggested a hat to go with it and reluctantly, I took one with me. I stretched my legs out as I sat on the deck chair watching the scenery in front of me. The beach was not crowdy today and the view in front was a nice one. I sat beside Saint whom I noticed kept on stealing glances at me. He hadn't brought up the matter from the previous day or why he was acting up but he looked less angry and more relaxed. And I was not going to speak about it if he wasn't going to. Saint's men stood beside and behind us while Alessandro stood far in front, his hands in his pockets as he stared into the space. I finished my drink, put off my hat and then stood up. "Going to get a refill," I informed Saint who