Chapter 92

Saint's Pov The tears I saw in her eyes as she looked at me in hatred made me risk yanking Lauretta off my thighs and not caring if I ended up dying from the cut on my neck.  But the risk was a deadly one because I wouldn't survive if I dared. Lauretta was undeniably good with knives.  Her only positive trait if I may add.  I heard Lauretta giggle and grind herself a little more as she turned and locked eyes with Jade. She was making sure Jade thought we were doing whatever it looked like we were doing.  I took that opportunity of her distraction to stretch my hands to the gun and grab it lightly, feeling her hand a bit loose on my neck. But that still didn't stop the pain that was springing out from there which made me know the knife had cut me a little.  Jade turned around and hurried out, banging the door behind her just as I corked the gun in my hand, putting it to Lauretta's head. I called out her name, determined to end Lauretta and run after her immediately.  Lauretta turned to