Page 110 of Sinful King

“Okayy,” Blair drawled, meeting eyes with Violet.

They actually had a silent conversation in front of me. It’d only taken them spending a day together by car for it happen.

I liked that. They needed to have a solid relationship.

Finn and I had a feeling they’d connect in more ways than one.

“That cool with y’all or…”

Two sets of eyes snapped in my direction, almost as if they’d forgotten I was standing here, and I chuckled.

Blair walked toward me and then into my arms.

“Of course it’s cool with us. See you later, baby,” she murmured, kissing my neck before stepping around me to get to the elevator. “Violet, take care of my husband.”

“As long as you take care of mine,” Violet said, flicking the counter back on.

I watched after Blair until the elevator doors shut.

“You don’t want to see Finn before they leave?”

She shook her head.

“It’ll only make him antsy for the rest of the day,” she said softly. “Besides, my job won’t change. He has to get used to us being separated sometimes…” she cut her eyes at me. “You do too.”

I wasn’t trying to hear any of that and moved the conversation to more important shit.

“Siobhan is on her way here,” I told her. “I see you brought your sniper rifle.”

She glanced at the bag and stood with a smile on her face.

“Don’t know why but felt I might need it today…” our gazes clashed. “You trying to scare her boyfri… fiancé…” she frowned, just as confused as the rest of us. “What is he again?”

“Her fake husband…” I called for the elevator. “I don’t want to scare him, but he might have to die.”

Violet lifted her bag and followed me into the enclosed space. I typed in the access code to the roof and it went up, opening into a stairwell.

She stepped off and turned to face me.

“One whistle and put a bullet in his head.”

The doors shut and I went down to the lobby, where Lorcan had posted up by the door.

“Why she have to choose him?” he mumbled.

I frowned.

“You got something for my cousin?”

He scoffed.

“You know Liam and I see the twins as sisters,” he said, lip curled at the thought. “I’m just trying to understand, why choose somebody you got to ask permission to be yourself in front of?”

I hummed.

The answer was simple when it came to Siobhan; she liked a challenge and Ziad Fortune had given her one. But I also knew the minute she sat across from me and explained the situation it was more to the story.

In this family, there was always more to the fucking story.

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