Page 39 of Sinful King

He chuckled and shuffled papers around his desk to keep me guessing before responding.

“Go find out.”

The threat was real and I itched to make him see I could kill him without blinking now but got up and went for the door.

“You still can’t keep your dick in your pants…” I shook my head. “How sad.”

It wasn’t until I pulled the door open he spoke.

“Remember the rules while you’re home this summer. Stay away from Sean O’Sullivan.”

I scoffed and said, “Make me,” before leaving.

No father should have control over his daughter the way mine tried to have over me. I would love who I wanted, spend time with and marry who the fuck I wanted.

“Look who it is.”

Caden’s voice startled me. I wasn’t sure why but I hadn’t been expecting to see him.

He was at the bottom of the stairwell, blocking my way to the exit.

“I’m not in the mood…” I jogged down and pushed past him, knocking him back with my shoulder.

He grabbed my arm and I snatched away.

“Why are you acting like this, Blair?”

Our eyes were the same but looking into his made my skin crawl. He made me physically sick and now that he was even bigger than when we were kids, I had to steer clear.

“You can’t be that dense,” I said, keeping my voice as steady as I could. “Have you forgotten all you’ve done to me?”

I turned toward the door and pushed it open before turning back to send a warning.

“Stay out of my way. The more you try to force yourself in my life, the more I want to kill you. Do you want to die?”

“You’d never be able to do it,” he said tauntingly as I left. “No matter what we’re family!”

Once outside, I took a deep breath.

He still made my hands shake whenever we encountered one another.

But I couldn’t think about that, instead I did exactly what my father expected of me and went to my grandmother’s in Harlem to “find out”.

“Why didn’t you tell me bible study was canceled?” I asked my mom after entering the apartment tofindher sitting alone.

The chair my grandmother loved to lounge in was empty and a weird feeling tapped danced on my chest.

“Had no clue,” she finally said, waving to the mess of papers on the coffee table. “I’ve been dealing with this.”

“With what? And where’s nana, in bed?”

Finally, my mother’s bloodshot eyes met mine and somehow I knew.

“She died in her sleep two days ago and as you can see, none of the people she took in regularly are here to help me lay her to rest.”

I sighed, pulled my phone out and hit the last name I called recently.

“What’s wrong, Amoy?” Sean asked the second the line connected us.

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