Page 6 of Sinner's Malice

“Well, there is more where that came from. My name is Montana. So, what are you doing living on the streets?”

“Got no other place to go.”

“Parents?”

I shook my head, shoving the last of the sandwich into my mouth.

“Siblings?”

“No.”

“Count your blessings with that one. I got three and they suck.”

Looking behind me, I could hear the loud music coming from inside and frowned.

“Why are you out here and not in there?”

“Got into a fight with my woman.”

“You hit her?”

Montana laughed. “Fuck, you’re funny. Hell no. Tessa’s just being a bitch. She’s being pissy about something and won’t tell me what.”

“Maybe stop calling her a bitch,” I snarked.

The big guy looked at me and narrowed his eyes. “You one of those liberal activist cunts or something?”

I shook my head. “No. Just know that some women don’t like being called a bitch.”

“You one of them?”

“Not really. I’ve been called worse.”

Montana sighed, flicking the butt of his cigarette away from him. “Maybe you’re right. Tess is always on my ass about how I speak. Guess it’s my fault for picking someone more educated than me.”

“I wouldn’t know. I never finished school.”

“Trust me. Having an education doesn’t make you smart.”

“Thank you for the sandwich.”

“No problem.” He smirked, nudging my shoulder with his. “You’re not from the city, are you?”

“No.”

“Well, from someone who has lived in this city his whole life, I can tell you that only the strong survive. This city is unforgiving. It will chew you up and spit you out.”

“It already has.”

“No, it hasn’t. You’re sitting here with me, aren’t you?”

The door opened behind us.

Looking behind me, I stared in shock.

There, standing not even a few inches from me, was the man who saved me.

Mr. Scott.