Page 29 of Knot your Princess
Quinn reaches out to grab my shirt, but I’m not in the mood to be beaten down. Not now, not after this.
“You fucking knew!” I spit out. “And you kept it from me.”
“I had my reasons,” he growls, “but fuck you and your problem; where the fuck is Sugar? You had one fucking job, Cain, one. To stick next to her so that nothing happened to her, and the one day I replace Nico with you on that job, the worst happens. Ifanythinghappens to her, this is on your head.” He drags me closer to him, his low growl ferocious and terrifying. “Nico has been shot, and Sugar is missing. You had better have some fucking clue where she is.”
I start to plead my case because he’s right. My own problems aside, I was given a job, and I failed. If he lets me live, I will bust his nuts then over knowing about my twin, but a phone ringing stops me.
It rings and rings, but no one answers it.
“Fuck’s sake, Cesca, answer the damn phone,” Quinn snarls, his fist tightening on my shirt.
She grits her teeth but yanks it out of the pocket of her black pants and answers it with a curt, “What?”
She immediately turns her back and walks away.
“Where doeshefit into this mess?” Quinn asks, glaring at Atlas.
“Fuck knows. He’s a fucking twat,” I grouse.
“Nice,” Atlas drawls. “Takes one to know one.”
“I know I’m a twat,” I growl, “you, on the other hand, walk around like butter wouldn’t melt.”
He snickers, but all of this is pissing Quinn off further.
“You lot are in for a world of pain until I get Sugar back.”
I’m quite glad he included Franco and Luca in this, even though, technically, he wasn’t there. Sugar was with Nico and me. We are the ones who failed her, failed Quinn.
Fuck.
I’ve let everyone down, including myself.
Slumping in Quinn’s grip, I accept whatever fate is coming to me, but that is interrupted when Francesca returns with a look on her face like she has seen a ghost.
“I know where she is,” she murmurs.
Quinn’s head snaps to the side, taking in his wife with hard eyes. “Well?”
“Enzo has her,” she murmurs and then turns and runs back into the compound.
“Cesca!” Quinn roars, letting me go and lunging after her, his speed belying his size. “Cesca!”
“Who is Enzo?” Atlas asks, breaking the shocked silence that follows.
“Fucked if I know. Franco, don’t take your fucking eyes off him,” I snarl, pointing to Atlas. “This isn’t over by a long shot, and there is no way I’m letting him slip out of his part in this.”
“Agreed,” Franco growls, grabbing Atlas by his lapel and literally dragging him back toward the compound in Quinn’s footsteps.
This is the day from hell, and it’s only going to get worse.
Bright spot? It seems that Sugar is still alive.
Hopefully, that means she is also unharmed. I allow myself a slight sense of relief before I shove it aside, pulling my tough exterior back. Even if she appeared now by the grace of God, Quinn isn’t going to let us get away with this. Not even a little bit.
ChapterTwenty-Four
Sugar
