Page 143 of Sinful King

“Where’s my wife, Lorcan?”

He started to follow.

“In Jersey City,” he said. “She let Liam unblock me.”

I chuckled, even though I was simmering inside, and slid into the back seat.

“Take me to her.”

Halfway there my phone vibrated with a call from my ma.

“You good, ma?”

But it wasn’t her voice on the other line.

“It’s me Brynn,” she whispered. “Mrs. Caroline said I could call you.”

Her worried voice brought a smile to my face.

“Your sister and I will be home before you wake up,” I told her, hoping it’d give her peace of mine.

She sighed.

“Promise?”

I thought about how I wanted to respond; if I promised and one of us didn’t come home, it’d make me a liar. But I didn’t want to scare her either.

“Sometimes,” I started, deciding to choose honesty. “There are promises we won’t be able to make, but what Icanpromise is to try my very best to do exactly what I said, does that work for you?”

She was silent for a second, but the response, when it came made me proud.

“Okay. That works for me. I believe you.”

My ma’s voice spilled through the phone next.

“You’ll make a great father someday,” she said, reminding me of the baby fever I was trying to combat until this was over. “I’m proud of you. Now do your very best.”

She hung up and I turned my phone off; if they needed me my ma knew how to securely get in touch.

Lorcan rolled to a stop outside a warehouse and Blair was standing there, waiting.

Mmm.

“Greeting me at the curb? You spoil me.”

She rolled her eyes but I saw the little twitch in her lips she tried to hide.

“Where were you?”

I smiled and stopped in front of her.

“You so fucking pretty, Amoy.”

Every time I looked at her, something else became my favorite; today it was her ears. She’d always hated them, calling them too big when they fit her perfectly. I enjoyed when she rocked her hair in a bun and showed them off.

Unimpressed, she smacked her lips.

“Answer my question.”

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