Gods & Angels | Sinners of Saint Benedicts duet 1 (dark/bully romance)

Chapter Four

Back at Saint Benedicts, it was a different story.

Valen opened the car door for me. It wasn't politeness, it was to remind me how powerless I was. I was nothing but a weak woman who wasn't to get her hands dirty to the point I couldn't even open my own door.

I glared at him as I stepped out of the car.

"You're welcome, Miss Vanguard," he said sarcastically with a ripple of a snarl at his lips.

"Ugh, thank fuck that's over," Apollo laughed as he climbed out of the front passenger seat.

Just like that, the flip was switched.

Gone was the golden child, Apollo Callahan, and in his place was the God of the Saints. The man I hated.

The Saints took anything and anyone they wanted. Apollo Callahan was no exception. He'd been groomed from the moment we'd stepped foot on the hallowed grounds of Saint Benedicts to take his rightful place as God. A title handed down from one rich arsehole to another, Apollo had taken the mantel the year earlier. They strong, compassionate boy I'd known and loved had been slowly smothered into nothing more than a tiny, flickering ember by the entitled, ruthless man I saw before me.

Valen still had one hand on the car roof and one on the door, boxing me in.

I ignored the flutter of my stomach - and lower down - and frowned. "Do you mind?"

He sucked his teeth as his eyes dropped. From that vantage, he had a pretty decent view. "Not really."

Apollo laughed. "Valk, stop being a dick and let her go. Harlow's had plenty of that for tonight," he said suggestively. "She needs to go to bed."

There was always someone telling me what to do.

If it wasn't my father, it was Apollo's. If it wasn't Apollo, it was Valen. If it wasn't them, it was the staff at school. The only time I had a moment's peace was in my room with my roommate and best friend, Florence. Even then peace was a relative term, but that was my refuge and that was where I was going.

Valen looked down at me once more, his grey eyes boring into me. Searing every piece of skin they lighted on. I had to force my breath to remain steady, to not give anything away under the watchful eyes of those gathered. Those, plus the ones who'd just joined us in the boys' dorm garage.

"And so, god walks among man once more," Fender cried, opening his arms wide to Apollo, who chuckled.

Fender. Another Angel. Followed by Marcus and Gage. Angels all.

"You take care of things while I was gone?" Apollo asked him before clasping his hand in greeting.

Fender grinned. "We've got a nice one waiting for you," he answered, like I had no idea what they were talking about.

Cleanliness might have been next to godliness, but Apollo was anything but clean. His name meant 'destroyer' and it was the worst kept secret at Saint Benedicts that the Sinners called him the destroyer of girls. An utterly pathetic joke, but one I'd heard was true nonetheless. Though I'm sure they meant it physically, rather than whatever mental implication Apollo's actions actually had on those he used and discarded.

Apollo instructed Valen to move with just a look, then reached for me. He put his hand on my waist and kissed my cheek. Always my cheek. "I'll walk you back."

I smiled. "No need. I'll be fine."

He looked at me like he genuinely cared. And there was a part of him that still did. "You sure?"