Page 3 of Knot your Princess
He nods, pleased that I don’t make waves. “There’s this heist going down in a couple of days. It’s not far from the event that Sugar is attending on the same day.”
Sugar. I love that. Suits her.
“I need you to step in and escort Sugar to that event. I’ve tried to pull her out of it, but Cesca practically ripped my face off,” he grouses, good-naturedly admitting that his wife is a bit of a hellcat. We all know it. Her fiery Italian temper, coupled with her omega instincts to protect, make her very volatile and explosive. Sometimes I wonder if Sophia is also that way.
I snicker, knowing this is allowed because he was the one who brought it up. Woe betide anyone who mentions it without first being given the all-clear.
He sighs. “It’s her friend’s event, and she promised Sugar would attend. It’s not worth my balls if I don’t allow her to go. But you see my predicament? I need the best to protect my baby girl just in case things reach the party she is at. I’d like to say they won’t, but you know how these things go…”
Yeah, he doesn’t need to elaborate.
Often we are the ones creating the ‘how these things go’. I don’t need schooling.
“Of course,” I say, having no choice. Did I want to spend the day babysitting? No. Did I want to be in on the heist? Absolutely. Will I complain to Quinn about it? Definitely not. And last but not least, will I use this opportunity to get to know Sophia better?
Guess we will find out in two days.
ChapterFour
Sugar
Lifting my heel onto the plush stool I’m sitting on in front of the ornate, old-fashioned dresser that was my Italian grandmother’s, I carefully paint my toenails a garish red. It’s not my usual colour, but I feel like something needs to be lively today, because it isn’t me. Yesterday’s trip out was less than impressive, apart from the tongue fuck from Nico. That was pretty good.
I look up as there is a soft tap on my door, and then it opens. My mother pokes her head around.
“Can I come in?” she asks with a smile.
I nod, and she comes closer, shutting the door behind her. “Red?” she asks, staring at my toes. “That won’t go with your dress tomorrow.”
“I know; I’ll swap it later,” I murmur, focusing on the task at hand.
“You look so pretty today,” she says, perching on the dresser and folding her hands in front of her. “Your hair suits you with those big, loose curls.”
I smile up at her. “Well, all I had to do was look at you with them to know they’d suit me.” My mother is a stunner. Even in her early fifties, she turns heads. She finds it hilarious, my dad…not so much. But I think secretly, he enjoys having such a beauty on his arm.
She beams, pleased with the compliment. “Are you looking forward to tomorrow? Wanda is so excited you’re going. Lola too. You girls haven’t seen each other in an age.”
“Yeah, I am, actually. It’ll be nice to see Lola.” She is Wanda’s daughter and my age. Wanda is my mum’s best friend.
“I wish I could go with you, but your father insisted I accompany him on his outing.”
“That’s okay. I don’t mind.” I really don’t. I love my mum’s company, but this is an opportunity to get the ride from Nico I missed out on yesterday. I can’t exactly do that with my mother hovering over me.
“Oh, my lovely,” she says, her Italian accent going more pronounced with her emotions. She stands up and places her hands on my shoulders. “You are such a beautiful girl. So full of life, but a dove with clipped wings.”
Tears prick my eyes in surprise. I wasn’t expecting that. “I’m okay.”
She sighs and removes her hands from me. “Soon, you will be free to fly,” she says mysteriously and waves her hand to dismiss the topic that she clearly wasn’t supposed to mention to me. I want to jump on it, but she moves swiftly on. “There is a change of plans for tomorrow.”
“What do you mean about free to fly? And what change?” I bark out, standing up. “I thought it was all sorted that I was going.” If Daddy takes this away from me now, I will throw myself in the lake in protest.
Not that it makes much difference. I’m a star swimmer. Maybe a threat to throw myself off the roof of the compound's security tower. I cannot fly, not even a little bit.
She ignores my first question, as expected and sighs. “You are still going, Sugar. But Daddy has asked that you be escorted. He has had word of something going on in the city tomorrow. He wants you extra safe. Actually, he wanted to stop you from going, but I said, ‘No way, Aidy. She is going, and that’s final’.” She slams her fist into her palm and gives me a bright smile, but it’s a bit forced.
“Escorted by whom?” I ask darkly. I swear to God, if Daddy is trying to set me up with some gross alpha, and this is his way of pushing him on me, I will boycott.
“Cain,” Mum says lightly, avoiding my stare. “He is very good at his job.”
