Page 112 of Sinful King

“I’m good. But, maybe check on your brother before y’all head back.”

She sighed.

“Aoife called me. He’s staying with her and she was concerned. I’m taking Ziad there after this. So, we good? I can do my thing now?”

We started back toward Ziad and Lorcan.

“Do your thing but remember what I said.”

I kept walking after she stopped to talk to Lorcan, signaling for Ziad to follow. He hesitated for a second, gaze flicking to Siobhan before taking me up on the offer to speak alone.

“I’m the one who ordered her silence about who she is.”

We stopped and turned to one another.

“I appreciate you trying to soften the blow for her,” he said. “It’s clear what family means to y’all.”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“Had a feeling she wasn’t being herself,” he added, looking at her before meeting my gaze with a nod. “We were a little drunk when we met but nothing about her screams damsel in distress.”

“You lucked out that night. She’s smart, can handle herself, and comes with protection that extends to you until she decides it doesn’t.”

He nodded.

“That make me a part of the family?”

I walked away.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. That decision ain’t mine alone.”

He’d have to see her father about that, but as far as me? We were good until we weren’t.

I looked up and waved for Violet to pack up.

“Damn, you put a sniper on me.”

I chuckled.

“And I’ll do it again,” I said over my shoulder as I pulled Siobhan into another hug. “Remember that when handling her.”

It wasn’t like her choice was a slouch.

He was the heir to a security firm with government ties. If anybody was more corrupt, it was the system he and has family got rich off of.

“Check in once a week. That’s not a request.”

Siobhan scoffed but nodded as she climbed into the pickup truck back at the curb.

“We’ll be in the city for a few more days,” she said after rolling her window down. “But no matter where I am, if you need me, call and I’ll be here.”

They pulled off and I glanced at Lorcan.

“What you think?”

He was still watching the direction they’d gone into and I wondered if he lied about not having feelings.

“She wouldn’t pick a bum,” he said, pulling the door open for us. “I can tell she likes him. Ain’t shit we can do but let it play out.”

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