Page 34 of Sinful King

What I really heard was beg me but truthfully I liked when he looked at me as if he were having a private conversation with my soul.

“Actually, I change my mind. Don’t ever stop looking at me like you do.”

He sat up and removed his hand from mine, our moment was officially over just like that.

“I’m tired. Come get in bed with me and we’ll talk more tomorrow. Clear your schedule for a couple hours in the morning, my da wants to see you.”

I followed him back up to the apartment, a sense of dread filling me about seeing his dad.

Darragh was a tough cookie to crack and he’d never been a fan of mine. But I wasn’t my father and I loved his son.

We were either going to figure it out or be at odds for life.

TWELVE

sean

Blairand I sat across from my da and uncle Eoghan, silence doing the talking far longer than I cared for.

“Read this aloud when you’re ready,” Eoghan finally said, setting a piece of paper on the desk in front of her. “It’ll be destroyed afterward.”

She leaned in and took her time quietly reading it.

“You put this in motion, didn’t you?” Blair asked, gaze meeting mine as she sat back. “Because of what I said last night?”

It had nothing to do with last night or finding out that she wanted to be my second and everything to do with becoming my wife.

All she’d done up until now prepared her for this and all to possibly come.

“That’s standard for the wife of the Boss,” I said. “Marrying me means you are automatically part of the mob.”

I could hear the questions twisting around inside her head, but that was a conversation for later.

“In what capacity you choose to be involved is up to you,” my da said. “But it is tradition and his mother also took the oath before we got married.”

She crossed her arms.

“Was he not allowed to tell me sooner?”

Blair was going to be my wife regardless, but before yesterday, taking the oath was nothing more than a way to safeguard the family and her.

“That’s a discussion you two should have after this,” Eoghan said, his bushy eyebrows lifted. “You can say no, however—”

Blair shook her head before he could continue and snatched up the paper.

“I, Blair Amoy Phillips, do solemnly swear to uphold the belief and practices of the Mob but most importantly the O’Sullivan family and its Boss, Sean Oisin O’Sullivan.”

Eoghan flicked the lighter he’d been holding and held it beneath the piece of paper. Blair dropped it in the ashtray and we all watched it burn until there was nothing left.

“Did you get what you wanted out of this?” my da asked.

“Not yet,” Blair said simply, sitting back again.

Her choosing not to elaborate put a little smirk on my face.

My da looked at me as if I’d answer for her and I lifted a shoulder. Whatever he wanted to know he’d have to get it out of her himself and respectfully or we’d have a problem.

“Care to elaborate,” da asked.

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