Page 15 of Sugar Baby
Heavy footsteps sound on the floor, coming closer. I swallow, my head going dizzy when the chair is shoved out of the way, and a man leans down to glare at me underneath the desk.
“Cain!” I exclaim when I see him.
Grabbing my shoes, I scrabble out from underneath the desk, tripping on the hem of my dress.
“Fuck, am I glad to see you. What is going on out there? Is it over?” In my relief at seeing him and rescuing me, even though I have no idea what is going on, I fling my arms around him.
He takes a second to return my embrace, but when he does, he clings to me, turning his face into the crook of my neck and inhaling my scent deeply.
“Sophia,” he says, his tone slightly off. “Sophia.”
I pull back and glare at him. “Well?”
He snaps out of the daze he appears to be in and releases me, only to grab my elbow and steer me out of the office. “Come with me,” he says, his voice gruff.
I frown at him for manhandling me. “Where’s Nico?” I ask.
He turns to me, his blue eyes ablaze.
When I gaze back at him in confusion, his glare softens slightly. “We had to split up.” A small smile plays on his lips, and it sends up a red flag.
Something is not right here, but I can’t for the life of me figure out what.
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“Where’s Nico?” Sophia demands, planting her feet, causing me to yank her arm when she stops. “Oww, you’re hurting me.”
“Sorry,” I murmur in complete awe of her. I never expected her to land in my lap like this. I didn’t even know she was going to be in the bank. Our intel,Nico, had her on the way to a party. I knew I caught her scent when I checked out the office earlier looking for Natalia, but had no idea it was her. It’s only when I thought about it afterwards, that it made sense. The scent was pure, sweet and couldn’t have been manufactured in a month of Sundays. Even with the masking spray, it was there and it was gorgeous.Isgorgeous. Just like her. I stop trying to drag her along and face her. She thinks I’m Cain and that’s fine for now. I dislike having that arsehole’s face but for now, it’s serving a purpose. Being split up at birth was the best thing for both of us. There is no way I could stand to be around someone who looks exactly like me. I don’t know if he knows about me or not, but I sure as shit caught on quickly when I saw his face as Enforcer of the Quinn pack a few years back. He was part of the team that ran over my dad’s gang and got him killed.
Dad.
Adopted dad.
I don’t know who my biological dad is and I don’t give a flying fuck. He is a worthless piece of shit that abandoned his kids on the side of the road. I hope he’s lying dead in a ditch somewhere.
“We need to move,” I add, relaxing my grip on her.
“Wait. I still don’t know what’s happened.”
“There was a heist, but it's over now. You’re safe.”
I will never let anyone hurt you. The only one allowed to do that is me.
“Oh,” she says, her relief evident. “Is everyone okay?”
I shrug. I can’t feign that kind of sympathy, so it’s best just to ignore it.
“I need to ring my dad,” she says, struggling to get to her bag.
“Later,” I say as I push open the door that leads us into the safety deposit box room. Upon inspection, it seems that Nat never even made it this far. Fuck knows where she went, because she was in the bank at the same time we were, but has since disappeared, without the stolen goods. But now, we don’t need her.
“Oh, my pearls,” Sophia says, which piques my curiosity. “Am I allowed to take them?”
I had wondered how to get Sophia to open the box, but it seems she was here specifically for it.
“Of course,” I mutter. “Wait here and I’ll get the teller with the other key.”
