Page 17 of A Dangerous Game
Fuck me.
I know exactly who it is before I even have time to process the fact that I walked right into him. His arms are wrapped around my waist with a sly smile playing on his lips. The man looks every bit of the bad boy I fell in love with as a teenager. He looks every bit of the sexy boy who took my virginity in the back of his mother’s car in highschool. Yeah, he’s exactly the same.
My blood boils a little at that thought.
My skin overheats and I jump back a little as if he burned me. Which he did.
He did burn me, three years ago and just now by touching me.
“Sinclair, welcome home, cupcake!”
I turn on my heels to see Elvis smiling at me with his gold teeth gleaming in the lights. The man has been an uncle to me for my entire life and it's good to see him. Of course, I’m not sure if I’m ready to admit that.
“Elvis! How are ya?” I ask him bracing myself for the hug I know is coming.
The man has always been a hugger.
He wraps me in his arms and squeezes me tightly. “My, my! My little cupcake has made her way home!”
I gasp at the strength of his hug. “I’m glad to see you too!”
He kisses me loudly on the cheek and pushes me back so he can look at me up and down. “I see ya doin’ well with what you’re doin’.”
And here we go.
“Yeah.”
“You’re old man is gonna flip when he sees ya!”
I shrug but I feel the weight of Hulk’s stare on my backside. He’s watching me like a hawk trying to see if I’m going to strike at him. Maybe he thinks I’m still bitter about the fact he cheated on me three years ago and didn’t even try to hide it.
Nah, I’m not bitter. I’m still fucking pissed off.
A throat’s cleared behind me and I turn my head to see Thorn looking towards the left. “We need to get in there.”
Smiling awkwardly at the guys I used to consider my family but are complete strangers to me now, I walk to where Thorn’s pointing.
“Let's get this shit over with,” I mutter under my breath.
“Sin!”
I shrug off the hand which grabs my shoulder and walk into the hospital room of my father. The man who told me if I followed my dreams he would never help me again. I already know he’s going to say something about my career and how I need his help. I don’t need his help. I got forced to come.
“What happened now, dad?” I ask him.
The man looks frail. Hardly the menacing guy who stared down my teachers if they gave me a bad grade. Hardly the man who would glare at any of the brothers for looking at me too long. He looks weak.
He looks old.
“Same ol’, same ol’.”
“Obviously not,” I retort while crossing my arms. “There’s something going on if I got dragged here.”
My dad licks his lips and makes this strange gulping noise. “My house got blown the fuck up with Jenny and me in it.”
“I heard,” I reply and lean against the door jam. I don’t want to get too comfortable in here. I want to go back home.
“Jenny's dead.”
