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"I told your ass Phoenix is not the kind you wanna fuck with," replied Saint while they were in his room. Saint was laying on his bed, tossing a tennis ball up to the ceiling and catching it.
"Was she always like that?" inquired Priest as he stared at the tennis ball darting back and forth from the ceiling into Saint's hand effortlessly.
"Not sure, but I think it was because she was married to Mstr. Sgt. Connors. He was the real deal. Word was, they were both aggressively competitive with each other to a breaking point." Saint uttered, preoccupied with his activity.
The bouncing against the ceiling was somewhat therapeutic, yet disturbingly reminiscent of the deep booming slam Phoenix's bed made, as it banged against the now damaged wall during their mind blowing sex that morning.
"Breaking point? In what sense?" Priest asked, suddenly very interested in the current topic they were discussing.
"They had this love-hate relationship that kind of bled into their careers. Connors wasn't having it, so he took a lot of overseas missions just to cool off. Hey, you're not catching feelings for her are you?"
"Nah, it's strictly casual. We're not looking for a relationship," replied Priest.
However, something about Saint's inquiry, caused Priest to question whether Phoenix was actually on the same page, to not take it to that level.
He never thought to ask Phoenix.
But now, that things were out in the open about their intimate nature to the whole team, no thanks to what transpired between Phoenix and Hecate that morning, it was something that probably needed to be addressed soon.
"Is that according to you or her?" winked Saint.
"Fuck you, you coconut eating, Dwayne Johnson wannabe," Priest smirked.
Saint stopped his activity and chuckled at Priest's reference.
Saint was often compared to the Rock's physique. He then turned to Priest jokingly.
"Yeah, but you'll love it when I fist your ass with these coconut sized hands, bitch," laughed Saint.
After exchanging a few more sexually explicit insults and a lot more laughs in between, they both sat in silence, and it soon became awkwardly silent for Priest.
He suddenly became frighteningly aware that he was in a room alone with a possibly sexually charged over-sized Samoan Titan that could easily rape the shit out of him if Saint wanted to, so Priest suddenly attempted to say something more masculine in nature to break the mood.
"You wanna go hit the weights?"
"Shoots, brah," grinned Saint, amusingly aware of Priest's sudden uneasiness.
As Priest got up to leave, Saint threw the tennis ball and pelted Priest dead center of his ass, and started laughing, when he witnessed Priest flinch and jump at his assumed fear of being reamed in the ass by Saint.
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BOOK ONE Gods of Desterrados: The Banished Ones
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