Page 45 of Sinful King

He was my cure all.

“Okay…” I stepped back and looked in his eyes. “I’m ready.”

He gave me his arm, same as his dad had before dropping that bombshell on me.

“When it’s time, I want Caden,” he murmured, eyes cut in my direction as we stepped into the foyer again. “Deal?”

“As long as I can be there, yes.”

He nodded and looked forward.

“It’s a date, Amoy.”

My father silenced my mother and dropped her on my in-laws doorstep. This was for defying him, for marrying an O’Sullivan without his approval.

And even if he hadn’t been the one to do it, I blamed and would punish him for it until I felt better. Until everything he loved was dead or belonged to me.

I couldn’t wait to get started. It’s just… thoughts of revenge left my body the second Sean and I said, “I do” and he carried me back to his wing.

The tears burned as they fell, the sobs just as painful.

Is this what it felt like to lose a parent you loved despite their shortcomings? To grieve them?

Those questions lingered until I fell asleep in the safest arms this world had to offer,my husband.

FIFTEEN

sean

Every scream hadits own melody.

“Stretch him further,” I ordered, leaning against the wall across from one of the men who made my wife cry.

Lorcan cranked the levers, suspending him midair. He shrieked as his limbs were pulled in four different directions.

The notes were filled with pain and agony but not enough.

“Please,” his wife begged, from the concrete floor. “P-Please, whatever he did, I had nothing to do with.”

Liam and Lorcan had snatched them from their bed two hours ago and I left a sleeping Blair in our bed to handle them.

She’d cried herself into a deep slumber in my arms. Real fucking tears.

And everybody had to die about it.

“But see…” I tsked and pushed off the wall. “He hurt my wife by dropping her mother’s dead body on our doorstep…” I kneeled in front of her and peered into those big green fearful eyes. “On our wedding day, no less. Don’t you think he should suffer?”

She nodded and I scoffed.

“No loyalty,” I mused, standing. “That’s too bad. You’re guilty by association, regardless.”

Her whimpers weren’t full of pain like her husbands but drenched in fear. I took in a deep breath to savor the smell in the air, letting my head fall back as I released it all.

“Did you kill her or were you simply the messenger?” I asked, now standing in front of Frank Maloney. “This is your one and only chance to save your wife.”

His eyes were glazed over from the pain but he’d heard me loud and clear and fixed his lips to speak.

“Fuck her,” he said in response. “And fuck you, too.”

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