#Chapter45
Saint the bastard
Ian's POV
I sat on the bonnet of my black sports car and crossed my hands. Gabrielle and the rest stood next to the vehicle. The underground parking lot was empty. The only source of light came from the sloppy entrance at the far right.
The purring of an engine could be heard and headlights tore down the sloppy entrance. A black SUV rolled in and turned to the left. The driver drove closer, the headlights shining on us. The SUV was parked, the headlights still on and the driver came out. It was Kayana.
She circled the car and opened the passenger's door. Saint moved out and walked to us. He drew a smile, waving at me.
/"Why did you call me out here?
/"Relax friend./" He gestured at me to calm down. /"I just wanted to talk./"
/"I shouldn't be talking. I should be cutting your head./"
/"Why?/" He faked a sad face. /"I'm just an innocent human./"
Gabrielle scoffed. /"Innocent my ass./"
