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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Ryker: Sinister Knights MC (BOOK #1)

  King: Sinister Knights MC (Book #2)

  Saint

  The Sinister Knights MC BOOK #3

  Aria Cole

  Aria Cole

  Contents

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Ryker: Sinister Knights MC (BOOK #1)

  King: Sinister Knights MC (Book #2)

  Also by Aria Cole

  Acknowledgments

  Connect With Aria Cole

  Saint

  BY

  ARIA COLE

  Copyright © 2018 by Aria Cole

  Cover Design: Sybil at PopKitty Design

  Editing: Silently Correcting Your Grammar

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  Introduction

  Saint Rossi was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he left it in the dust the day he took off on his bike to become a founding member of the Sinister Knights, a motorcycle club created for the purpose of protecting and defending the lives of women around the world. He the club flirt, with charming dimples and a roguish grin, but when a dark, curvy beauty falls into his arms, he's blindsided by the primal urge to protect this woman at all costs. She is like an imprint on his soul, and his only purpose in life is now to make her his.

  Adelina de los Angeles never expected to fall in love with one of the men who saved her from a grim fate. Born into a poverty-stricken community, life with the Sinister Knights is beyond her wildest imagination, and spending every day with Saint has wooed her heart into falling, one innocent touch at a time. But flying too close to the sun can burn, and even the sweetest fairy tales have villains. Soon Saint will be forced to defend the future he's determined to have with the only woman who’s ever mattered.

  Warning: Saint and Adelina are a force of nature; she's free-spirited, he's ready to tie her to him for eternity. Hold on for a wild ride with this alpha hero and the woman he's hell-bent on giving everything—even his badass biker babies. If you're in the mood for a growly caveman who will stop at nothing to claim what's his, then the Sinister Knights men are for you!

  Chapter 1

  Adelina

  “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 f
roze, 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!”

  Chapter 2

  Saint

  “I can’t go back.” Adelina’s soft brown eyes shimmered up at me. “I can’t go back, Saint.”

  I clutched both her little hands in my grip, eyes glancing around the small crowd of Sinister Knights that remained after immigration officers had thrown us all way the fuck for a loop. They'd spun out of here in a fury of guns and black SUVs, leaving my girl scared as fuck and a tornado of anger brewing in my gut.

  “No one’s going back to Mexico,” I growled, anger lacing my voice. Every other woman Ryker had brought home in the back of that truck had hightailed it out of town. Many already had family in the States and were thrilled to be reunited, but not Adelina.

  Sweet, sweet Adelina had found herself hanging around the clubhouse, doing odd jobs for Prez and Ryker, even helping me out in the greenhouse come harvest time. She’d only been here a few weeks, but already I was used to having her around, never far from my side. She soaked up everything I said like a sponge, listening intently, only replying in her softly inflected accent when she was ready.

  The dreams had set in from nearly the moment she’d shown up here.

  Adelina de los Angeles came to me like a ghost, wrapped in a draped white sheet, long waves of delicious dark hair falling over one shoulder.

  I’d never fancied myself a gentleman at any point in my life—my mama had done her best, but raising a bunch of boys began to feel like a worthless cause. Ryker and King had already been through so much in the foster care system, that when my parents had finally taken the steps to adopt them, they were already set in their ways.

  Moral as hell—and stubborn as fuck.

  We were a band of brothers, which was why when Prez told us he had a tip about a truck of kidnapped women being transported into the sex trade south of the border, we’d jumped on it without hesitation. Not often did you get the chance to save that many women at one time, and if we could get even a few of them into our neck of the woods, we knew we could keep them safe.

  Prez’d had an insider at the immigration office, and Ryker had worked overtime getting documents secured. But shit like that took time, and one passport still hadn't come through yet.

  “Promise, you’re not going anywhere, Adelina.” I slipped a hand behind her neck, pulling our foreheads together and capturing her with my eyes. “Meant what I said. I will marry you if that’s what it takes to keep you here.”

  Her deep, chocolate eyes teared up, fat drops falling down her creamy cocoa cheeks.

  Hell, when had I ever waxed romantic about any woman?

  I’d had my fair share of run-ins with crazy, so I’d gotten good at reading chick vibes, but nothing came off Adelina but pure compassion. She radiated love.

  I ground my teeth together, hands locked and leading us both back into the lodge.

  Prez’s eyes nailed mine, a worried frown on his face before he gestured me over.

  “Ryker and I already talked about it. Think it’s best you get her out of town for a while. That may have been a shakedown by the Outlaws, or it may have been ICE. Either way, I want you lying low, and I want her safe. If the Outlaws get ahold of her…” He shook his head, referring to our biggest enemies, the outlaw group of bikers that lived over the ridge and wreaked constant hell in the communities they ran.

  “I won’t let anything happen,” I growled, wrapping an arm around Adelina as a slow tremble began to overtake her shoulders.

  “I’m scared, Saint,” she whispered at my ear.

  Prez’s eyes softened, and he nodded once before pushing through the door of his office. He tossed me a key as he sat down behind the worn-out desk. “Take her up to the Snow Lake cabin. Too far, the Outlaws won’t go up there.”

  I nodded once, thankful as fuck Prez understood exactly how serious this situation was without my having to utter a word.

  Prez was like a second father to all of us, knew us better than we knew ourselves most of the time, so I jumped at his offer of a hideout for Adelina and me.

  I’d lay down my life protecting this woman if that’s what it took.

  I’d lay down my life for any woman. That was the Sinister Knights motto: Ride, Protect, Defend.

  But I’d never met anyone like Adelina; not a soul on this planet had had the effect on me that she did.

  I had to see what that meant. Where this was going.

  Something down deep was telling me what even I didn’t want to hear, that she was meant to be mine.

  “Let's get your shit packed up.” I grasped her hand in mine, ushering her on lengthy strides across the main room and down the long hallway that led to my bedroom. I’d conveniently positioned Adelina’s room next to mine when Ryker had brought her here. The rest of the women had made plans and only stayed long enough to collect their papers before they got the hell out, but Adelina…she was broken.

  I could see it in her eyes.

  She was like me.

  Truth was, I liked sharing a wall with her, hearing her get ready for bed at night, breath b
y breath, knowing her body lay only inches from mine.

  In some fucked-up way, I’d gotten used to sleeping beside her, just never in the same room.

  “Saint.” Adelina paused as we reached the doorway of her bedroom. “I can’t ask you to do this. I won’t be the one who puts you, or anyone here, in danger.” Tears began to well in her big brown eyes.

  God, those eyes made my dick pound.

  Those tears made my heart fucking bleed, though.

  “The Sinister Knights saved my life once.” I leaned down, swiping the tears from her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs as she continued to speak. “I should just go.”

  “Don’t say that.” The thought tore me the fuck up. “You don’t have anywhere to go. I won’t let you walk out of here like that. I live to protect and defend, Adelina. My job doesn’t end until you’re safe.”

  I touched my forehead to hers again, my lips hovering just out of reach. Her soft breaths washed over my mouth, and I couldn't help the fingertips that wandered at her waist, craving the silk of her flesh under my rough fingers.

  “I’m just a job to you?” Her eyes fell to her feet.

  I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, determined to turn her frown around. “A job is the last thing you are. You don’t want to know all the things I’ve thought about when I’ve listened to you sleep at night.”

  “Listening to me sleep?” Her beautiful grin turned up. “I have an American stalker now?”

  “From day one, baby.” I scooped her into my arms and carried her through the doorway and into her room. She giggled adorably when I tossed her on the bed, following her down, our lips connecting again.

  I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, and something deep down told me I didn’t need to be cozying up to someone who was in this kind of danger, but hell if I could help myself.